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“Good. Real good. Move?”

And he looks real good, color high on his cheeks and pupils blown wide. I pull out just a bit, then push back in, more of a rolling grind than a thrust. Avery moans, so I do it again, bringing my hand down to play with his nipple as I do. Something about that seems to drive him wild and he tightens around me, milking my cock.

I move that hand down to his dick, stroking him in tempo to my movement. He’s leaking again, and as I play with the head of his dick in the exact way he likes, the exact way he showed me, the squeeze of him around me becomes even tighter.

“Fuck, Avery, I’m so close.”

I can feel my orgasm barreling toward me, even as I try to hold it off.

“Baby, come on. Please?”

I don’t have a response to that other than to kiss him. My hips are counting their own rhythm now, thrusts deeper and harder than before. My hand is stroking him, desperate for him to come before I do.

In the end, I’m unsuccessful, my cum flooding into the condom as I pour words into his ear.

“You’re so good to me, Ave. So good. Fucking love being inside you..”

I’m not sure if it’s the words or my hand or my dick, but it only takes a moment for Avery to join me, spilling over my hand. I lay there above him, muscles shaking with the effort, and give him a deep kiss, full of gratitude.

His eyes flutter open, and I’m startled to find them wet.

“Shit, Avery. Did I hurt you?”

He moves his hand to my cheek, his eyes meeting mine.

“No, Finn. You could never hurt me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

AVERY

Lying in bed afterward, I realize I lied to Finn.

No, he hadn’t hurt me. But he could.

As he’d taken such care with my body, first in prepping me and then in his slow entry, I’d found myself overwhelmed, water pooling in my eyes. I’d felt such a fondness for this quiet, careful man, a desire to take him into myself and never let him go.

No matter how many times I’ve fucked or been fucked, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced the intimacy I did under his care. Even after, as he’d carefully pulled out of me and helped ease my legs back down to the bed, asking if I needed any ice.

As he comes back into the room, he lays down next to me, throwing an arm across my stomach and nestling his face in the crook of my neck.

“Jesus, your sheets are so soft.”

I chuckle at that, slowly coming back into myself. I pull back to look at him, smiling fondly.

“What?”

I want to say that I’ll buy him a set. Ten sets. That if I have anything to say about it, he’ll sleep in clean, soft sheets for the rest of his life. But I know he isn’t ready to hear that, or worse yet, will be offended that it’s some sort of charity offering.

“Nothing. I can send you the link if you like.”

He hums, snaking his arm around my waist again.

“I think I’ll just keep using yours if that’s okay.”

I chuckle, but I can’t help the truth of my next words.

“Any time.”