“I mean,” I breathe, “maybe we can have some rules while we’re in public.”
“Damn,” he says, stopping his hand.
I unbuckle his belt.
“But we aren’t in public yet.” I kiss him hard.
That’s all the fuel he needs. He pulls me to him, so his erection is pressed exactly where I need and want him most.
I put on a fall flowy dress for tonight, so the only thing that separates us is a measly piece of thin and now-wet fabric.
“I love it when you go after what you want.”
“Do you?” I ask, pulling him free from his jeans and gliding my hand up and down his length. He grows bigger under my touch, and this time, there is no holding back my moan. I drop my head back—oh, how much I want him. His lips are like magnets to my neck as he kisses and sucks, finally sliding a finger past my thong and inside of me.
“Fuck, baby. How is this possible? How is it like this anytime we’re together?”
“Because it’s you,” I remind him. “I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you every single day.”
He kisses me again, biting my bottom lip and holding my head in place with his free hand. He kisses like he can’t get enough of me. Of my mouth, my tongue, as if he wants to memorize every inch of me with his own.
“We’ll be late if we keep this up,” he says.
“They’re our biggest supporters,” I reply. “They’ll wait.”
He chuckles but then hastily yanks my panties down my legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him before returning to position himself at my entrance.
“I want you bare. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I pant as he flicks his tip against me, rubbing it over my center but never actually entering me.
He captures my lips with his once more, his tongue sliding past our lips and into my mouth at the same time he thrusts into me.
I moan into his mouth and then lock my heels behind his back once he’s all the way in.
I don’t let him pull back.
“Hold onto me,” he says.
I grip his shoulders and grind my hips up and down, then side to side.
“Oh, fuck, Natalie. Yes. Like that.”
I keep the pace for another minute, but my arms start to shake from holding myself up. Tobias can feel my grip loosening; he picks me up and walks me to the bed. Laying me down, without ever breaking contact, he stays standing. He pulls my legs up, resting my heels on his shoulders.
“Deep and slow is how you want it?”
I nod.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
He circles his hips as if he’s slowly trying to stretch me and make room for more.
My back bows at the feel of him inside of me, giving me what I want. He always does, and the idea of him always putting me first turns me on even more. I’m about to reach down to play with my clit because I need more, but his thumb beats me to it and another finger slides in over his cock.
I gasp.
“Do you like that?”
