Free Veil of Scars by J. R. Gray

carefully massaged and played, trying things out with a finger massaging over my ring. The sensation was very … different.
    "Doing okay?" he asked hesitantly.
    I nodded and pushed against him, getting frustrated that all the passion seemed to be gone.
    He pressed another finger against my entrance. "Sam!"
    His eyes met mine. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
    "This isn't you, and I don't want it if it isn't you."
    His hand fell away from me. "What do you mean?"
    "I mean before with the hair pulling and the feeling that you couldn't get enough of me. That's what I want. This—" I waved my hand at him before pushing it into my hair. "This hesitant crap sucks."
    "I don't want to hurt you."
    "It's going to hurt, but I think it's also going to feel good, right?"
    He nodded. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and drew him to me. We moved around kissing and touching until we were half on our sides. He didn't waver this time and shoved two fingers deep into me. It burned, but that was quickly forgotten as he rolled his cock into mine and twisted his fingers inside me. I moaned into his mouth.
    "You like that?" It excited him.
    I didn't hold back and let out another throaty groan.
    "You're right, I want to be rough with you." He scissored his fingers, stretching me wide open.
    "Do you?" I gasped unable to get any other words past the mixed pain and pleasure I felt.
    He let his fingers fall away and rolled on top of me as he grabbed his cock, slicking it. I held my breath as I waited. It only took a second before I felt his enormous head now forcing its way into the tight muscles. I relaxed and opened myself up to him, letting my knees fall wide. Heat rushed through me, and I was impossibly full of Sam. It sealed everything. The worship type love I knew would never go away now even if I wanted it to. I was his.
    He started to move, and his veined length rubbed over my tight entrance, causing me to clench down around him. I bucked into his thrusts as he fucked me. It wasn't just that. It was so much more. I could feel the passion radiating off of him.
    Before I knew what was happening, intense pleasure licked over every nerve-ending in my body, as his tip hit something inside me. I lost it. My cock smashed between us and pulsed, spilling warm cum all over my abs. Sam's mouth hovered over mine as he gasped, and his whole expression changed. My name was on his lips as he filled me with his warm release. I locked my knees around him holding him as far inside me as I could, feeling his cock throb as it emptied.
    I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, holding him to me, sweat drenched and aching in all the right places.
    "Say it again," I said in a hoarse whisper when he collapsed on top of me.
    A lazy smile formed over his lips. "I love you."
    His words were all I needed.
    ****
    Light streamed in through the window as I stirred. There were warm arms around me, and when I moved, I felt a wet, sticky stream between my thighs. I groaned, sore in all the right ways. I pressed my face into his chest. He didn’t make a sound or say a word, but his fingers found my hair. They pushed into it, stroking through the tangles, before sliding down my back. He shifted a little and pressed into me. I felt his hard-on and my morning wood that I had so often wondered if I would ever find a use for. He tugged me half on to him as he rolled to his back, and my knee slipped between his thighs. My face slipped into the crook of his neck, and I smiled against his skin. We had all day to lie here like this, and I was going to absorb as much of it as possible.
    “How are you feeling?” His voice was thick with sleep like it had been so many mornings we’d woken up in bed together.
    “Sore but good.”
    “You are so much firmer than her. It’s weird finally feeling all of you like this.”
    “I have to admit, it’s really weird being naked with another person for an extended amount of time. In the heat of the moment you don’t notice it as much.”