“Baby…” he breathes into my mouth, “I wanted to tell you everything about me, I just—”
“Shhh. I don’t care, love. I’ve told you before, I don’t care. I know you, and that’s all that matters. You’re enough. I want you.”
I let my hand glide down his chest, my fingers following the hard sculpted lines of his stomach before unbuttoning his pants and slipping my hand inside.
“Oh god, Tom…” The way he gasps my name as I wrap my hand around his erection makes my own cock twitch, straining to get free.
“Remember that first time I did this? You didn’t know what was coming for you, huh?”
He gives me a careful nod, panting deeply and irregularly as I start to stroke him in a loose fist.
“Neither did I, but I wanted you so badly to be mine. To love you, to make you feel so good that morning in your bed.”
He kisses me again, a small smile brushing my lips. “I was already yours, baby. You had me the moment you walked through my door. God, you were so angry, so arrogant, so hurt. You were fucking beautiful.”
My hand stills.
“Yeah, that’s right, Sapphire.” His cheeks flush a soft pink. “You were leaving me weak the entire time I was near you.”
This is a small twist in the plot. I never considered…I mean, I was so caught up in my own feelings that I thoughtIhad to make him fall for me, like it was something I needed to work for. But I was wrong. He’s been in love with me far longer than I realized. Long before I even understood my own feelings.
Shit, I’m losing all my senses. This is turning me into a primal idiot. It makes me say stupid shit because my mouth runs faster than my mind.
My brain has taken a pilgrimage below my waist, and before I know it, I blurt the words out.
“Dry your tears, sweetheart, because I want you to fuck me until my brain feels like it's been tossed into a blender.”
It doesn’t even take him five seconds to climb into the back seat. Don’t ask me how—I’m guessing all that yoga is paying off. Then he grabs my jumper and hauls me into the back with him.
Wild and desperate, I crash down on top of his chest.
The cramped space is making it impossible to find any balance. My elbow smacks into the door, his knee catches me in the side. Neither of us is paying attention to that.
The air between us is hot and frenzied, our mouths wild and hands everywhere at once, tugging, pulling, grabbing, taking off clothes. Our mouths devour even wilder.
It’s messy, it’s frantic, it’s all I crave. I can feel every inch of him thick against all the right places.
I can’t stop myself, I don’t want to stop myself. Everything around us disappears. The snow outside, the chaos of our limbs, the pain of the last few days, it all vanishes inside this car that feels impossibly small.
I’m pretty sure we’re both going to be covered in bruises by the end of this, but that’s shit for later. Right now, all I care about is having this shag.
“Don’t stop,” he gasps in my mouth.
“Wasn’t planning on it, princess.”
Somehow, he manages to twist us around and I'm flat on my stomach now.
Has he done this before? It seems like he knows exactly what he’s doing and isn’t about to waste a second. I barely have time to adjust before I feel his fingers, slick with spit, teasing my hole.
He slides the first one inside, my body tensing instinctively. It’s a stretch, a burn, but it’s him, and I want all of it. Then a second finger follows, and I gasp, gripping at whatever I can. His arm, the door, anything to keep myself from not collapsing.
“You think you can handle a bit of roughness today?” His voice is husky and dripping with want. “If you can’t, I’ll slow down. But— fuck, baby, I’m very needy for your ass right now.”
“Just...just do me,” I pant, biting down hard as tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Is it painful? A hard yes. Do I want it? Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Okay, how do we do this?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
Before I can even think it through, he’s already moving. His arm slides beneath my waist, lifting me effortlessly into position.On my knees.
