Camera Shy (Lessons in Love, #1)(57)

I nod obediently. Desperately. More than anything, I want to take good care of Finn. While I unbuckle his belt, Finn undoes his shirt, making me more and more crazed as each button pops free. “Get on the couch,” he commands. “On your hands and knees.”

The flit in my chest turns into an aching pound when he talks to me like that. Domineering. Impatient. Needy for me. I make a mental note for future reference, I kind of like it when a man growls at me like that. It makes me want to growl back.

I position myself on the couch, grateful that at night we only have the low lights on. Finn can see everything…just under a hazy, flattering ambiance. The brightest part of the room is the blueish glow of the aquarium, but it barely touches us from the couch.

Finn situates himself behind me after ditching his pants and briefs. He slides the tip of his dick up and down, against my crease, and I have to bite down on my upper arm. Goddamn, that feels good. Flesh against flesh. Slick, wet, wanting… So. Damn. Good.

But I squeal when he nudges forward, the tip barely in. “Ah!” The invasion is overwhelming. Not like this. It won’t fit like this. I know he feels it too.

“Shit, baby,” Finn says in a hiss as he rips away. “You’re way too tight like this.” Clutching my waist, Finn flips me over. His smile is haughty and amused. He pushes my knees apart, scooting forward between my spread thighs, and that’s when I see his full erection for the first time.

I gawk. In horror. What the actual fuck? He just tried to put that in me?

“You’ve never been stretched properly a day in your life, have you?” Finn asks, seeming to enjoy my shocked expression.

“Maybe I just snap back.” I’m surprised my wits are still about me. My brain was wiped clean when I saw the mammoth proportions he’s packing. I don’t see his dick as fun at the moment…only terrifying. It’s not the length I’m worried about most. Although that’ll be worrisome in time. For now, it’s the girth. Why does that look like a penis and a half?

Finn scoffs. “You’re not going to snap back from this, baby. You’re going to wear my cock like a glove and no man will compare for the rest of your life.”

Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m worried about.

“Hold your knees,” he demands.

I plead with him first. “Finn, in all seriousness, go slow. I feel like I need an epidural to take you. I…just… Please don’t get carried away and hurt me.”

His brooding, bossy demeanor instantly deflates. “Oh hey now,” he murmurs as his eyes soften. “Come on, I would never.” He leans forward and caresses my shoulders, then proceeds to massage them for a brief moment. “Relax, Avery. I got you. I’ve had a big cock my entire adult life. I know how to do this.” He touches his lips against mine. “You’re going to love it,” he says, his breath warming my lips. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”

“Okay.” I grab my knees, pulling my legs out of his way. He wets the tip of his thumb and rubs little circles around my clit. Instantly, I’m at ease. The warm flood of pleasure seeps through my bones and just as he says, I relax. He enters so slow, so smooth, that the pressure is nothing but welcome. I feel myself adjust with ease as he continues to stimulate my most sensitive area, so much in fact that when Finn is finally as deep as he can go, my eyes roll into the back of my head as my orgasm crescendos. I cry out so loud, I startle myself, throwing my hand over my mouth as I explode on his dick.

“There it is. Scream for me, baby,” Finn groans as he abandons my little button and squeezes the insides of my thighs. He doesn’t move, just closes his eyes and enjoys the electric waves of my release. “You’re so damn tight, I can feel when you’re coming.”

I’m immediately wiped, ready to tuck under the covers and sleep this exhausting, senseless sensation off, but Finn’s just getting started.

“Are you comfortable? It doesn’t hurt?”

“Not at all.” I’m pushed almost past my limits, but it isn’t painful. I just feel full, like he’s touching every part of me that’s been neglected for so long.

“Good.” He rips out of me and sits back on the couch. “Climb on top. I want to get deeper.”

Fuck. This I don’t like. I blink at him, trying to think of an excuse.

“Now,” he adds sternly, returning to his prior assertive attitude.

I’m awkward as I straddle his lap, trying to widen my legs so all my weight is on my knees. There’s half an inch between his thighs and mine, and I try desperately to suspend myself in midair.

“What the hell are you doing? Have you never been on top before?” Finn asks, trying to figure out why I’m tense and grimacing like I’m in the middle of a workout as I try to hover over him without letting him feel my full weight. I decide to be honest. That’s what we’re doing here. Finn is my safe space, and even if this is embarrassing, it’s not forever…

“I’m not exactly a size two, Finn. I’m trying not to put my weight on you. I don’t want to squish you.”

He groans in frustration as he positions himself at my entrance and then pushes out my knees on either side, throwing me off balance. I literally fall onto his dick, wincing as he fills me to the brim. Grabbing my ass, he pulls me tighter into his lap, my thighs melded with his, our hips interlocked.