“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you want more?” he asks, but I don't answer him. The feeling is better than I could imagine. Him hitting me as deep as he can go, his finger curling and rubbing me to oblivion.
“Right now, you have my cock and one finger inside of you. Do you want more?”
I run my hands through my hair and pull, as if it’s going to help me to keep from losing control.
I nod quickly. I want whatever he’s willing to give me.
He pulls out quickly, flips me over, lifts my hips, and thrusts back inside me before I can muster up any words.
Sex with Tobias is always exciting, and switching positions makes me last longer than I expect. It’s like he knows when I’m about to explode, so he switches things up to draw it out.
I’d beg him to let me come if the sensation of his touch and the idea that he loves my body weren’t so intoxicating.
He slides in and out of me, his hips moving faster and faster, our bodies slapping together. Slow sex is amazing, but rough sex, the sex where he loses control because he just can’t get enough of me fast enough, is my favorite.
I balance on one hand, reaching back with my other as I look at him.
He grins.
“Yeah, baby, watch me take you. Watch your pussy make me come.”
And just like that, his pace quickens, and he lets out the deepest, sexiest moan, his head tilting back and his throat on display. The pure ecstasy of his reaction sends my body following right behind him.
I cry out, his hand rubbing my clit again to draw it out for as long as possible.
Too soon, we both come down from our high.
I flip over to my back to catch my breath, and Tobias lies next to me. I turn my head to look at him with a smile, and he does the same.
I’ve never been happier than I am right now, with him.
* * *
I let out a small breath as soon as we step into the bar. The coast is clear.
For now, anyway. I don’t see Griffin's sister anywhere, but I did see her car outside, so I know she’s here. A part of me wishes I saw her first thing. To get this moment over with.
“Are you doing okay?” Tobias asks, his hand on my lower back as we make our way to the back table at the bar, where we spot Greer and Simon.
“I’m good. Maybe she’ll just see you first and forget all about me. I’m probably overthinking all of this.”
“You’re not.”
“I could be.”
He leans into kiss my temple.
“Well, I’m here with you, so there isn’t anything to worry about.”
I squeeze his hand.
“We thought maybe you two were going to bail on us,” Greer says as we take a seat at the table with them.
“Nope. Just running late.”
“For two people who love to be on time, I find that odd.”
