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Tobias chuckled. “You always say that shit, Lennox. We were adults. I should have pushed harder.”
“I didn’t let you.”
He shook his head. “You didn’t. And that’s why my punk ass gave up. And look at us now.”
I held my breath to tamper down another cry. “Back where we started.” My lips trembled. “Sneaking.”
Tobias leaned down and kissed my lips, his beard caressing my chin and upper-chest. “Can you imagine feeling like someone was created just for you?” His hand snaked beneath the lapel of my robe where I was bare.
I shivered when this thumb plucked my nipple on its descent to my flinching belly. Tobias’ hand stopped there, his palm on the flat of my belly as he kissed me slow, his tongue beseeching, tasting like the young Tobias I met. It felt like our first time—definitely, my first time. However, those two things could not be less true. Tobias and I had been together sexually years ago. Back then, he didn’t lead with the confident energy he’d been emitting since Thursday night at the grand piano.
“I know you don’t feel the same. I get it,” he explained throatily. “But I don’t mind earning your love. I’ve been working on your trust. You can trust me.”
“I do.” My whisper was defensive. “I’m here.” I tossed my attention down to my naked body beneath the robe.
Tobias leaned down to kiss the delicate space between my breasts. “But you’re not mine yet.” I watched as his tongue trailed down my belly, causing it to contract. My heart beat out of my chest when he naturally positioned his big body down next to me and grabbed my thighs to arrange them around his head.
The first stroke of his tongue evoked a strange cry from the back of my throat with my thighs coming together around his head. “Let me in, Lennox.” The switch to authority in his voice compelled me into action. My hips felt tight as I widened my thighs. “That’s it. Thank you, baby,” he whispered against the hot puddle he’d created at my apex.
Then Tobias pushed my knees by the back of my thighs. He scooted closer on his stomach, and pushed his tongue directly into my sex. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, lashes fluttering as he rubbed against my sensitive labia. The sounds created from his need to please me further diluted my mind. This was Tobias Elliott with his mouth on me. A talented one, too. I lay there enduring his mastery, struggling to think of the last time I’d had this type of pleasure before Thursday. When did head feel so good?
Why am I not freaking out?
This is Tobias…
That’s why there was no awkwardness to the act. This mutually-made companionship felt so natural. He didn’t judge, he didn’t condemn, he never lost patience. The man had been my only ray of sunlight during my incredibly cloudy life, even on those days where it rained in torrential amounts, similar to what he was creating right now between my quivering legs.
My groin churned and churned until my hips began to buck of their own volition. Heat filled my body from my shoulders, down to the pads of my feet. My spine loosened at each stroke of his tongue against my clit. Opening this way to Tobias was foreign before Thursday. But tonight, he left no room for unfamiliarity. He reached up and plucked both of my peaked nipples, causing ripples of pain to shoot through my chest and reverberate in my thighs. Why would he ruin the trajectory of the moment? Within seconds, I understood why. As the ache subsided, a coat of tingling pleasure began to heat my body anew. Pleasure obliterated every bit of pain and heightened to a degree my body couldn’t contain. My hips rolled, chest caved, and shoulders lifted and rotated—all rhythmically.
With each stroke of his tongue, I knew one thing for certain: Tobias was falling to a level within me he could never recover from. I knew this was no random, erogenous episode he was known to engage in. This thing, born out of our erotica, was soul-binding and timeless. Incongruent to my circumstance making our union impossible, my endurance to pleasure broke, and I came hard in Tobias’ mouth.
My ass lifted from the blanket as I thrust into his face, understanding his vulnerable position. It was one Tobias never minded taking for me. He sucked and sucked until my hips gave out and I dropped down to the blankets. That’s when his mouth softened to reverential kisses as his big, hot hands caressed my hips and thighs.
Imminent was the powerful draw to him. I wanted more. “Tobe,” I cried, eyes closed.
“Yeah, babe.”
Breathless and recklessly, I demanded, “Make love to me.”
I needed it, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced it. Nonetheless, I knew the one man who could make this happen.
Trying to control my lungs, I watched as he reached over my head and onto the sofa. He pulled back the box of condoms. I grew fidgety beneath his big body, desperate for him. This depth of connection with Tobias was the only thing missing between us now, and I didn’t want to lose a second of it. Feeling myself swell all over again, I watched raptly as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the swollenness of his chest.
The man worked out nearly every day of the week. People thought his keen discipline was fanatical, but I knew it to be methodical. Tobias ate mostly clean and worked out in fear of facing the same fate as many of his peers. His late hours, coupled with sitting at a piano and studio keyboard from the evening into the midmorning hours, allowed for unwanted weight and cardiovascular diseases.
He’d put on fifty pounds at the beginning of his career, not wanting to see much outside of the studio. Tobias ate whenever he wanted, even indulging in simple cravings. I recalled the pictures he sent me when we began communicating three years ago. It was an insecurity of his that Tobias had to acknowledge and rectify. Oddly, it was why he could express with such confidence back then that I needed a lifestyle change, and aggressively recommended a fitness trainer.
Thankfully, I lay here, witnessing the results of his discipline as his pecs bulged and biceps curled while he pulled down his lounge pants, revealing his full-on commando status beneath. Tobias’ dick sprang out thick and spritely. In recent nights—and days—I found myself performing brain exercises, trying to recall the exact measure of his girth.
Here it was, thick and pulsing as it hung hook-style mid-air. The wide crest head of Tobias’ dick curved downward as though pointing toward its destination. There was a bead of precum sprouting from the opening of his fat head. When my eyes roved up his sculpted abs and hilly chest, I noticed his heavy-lidded gaze. Those thick brows were knitted in a way that could have intimidated me, but I knew better. Tobias would finally have me again after almost ten years.
Willingly…
I reached for him. My trembling fingertips meeting his tight abs. Tobias’ beard was toward his chest as he observed me, exploring him. When I raked downward to lay back, my middle and ring fingers brushed against his erection, and his abdomen contracted.
Tobias groaned, eyes closed as though he was in pain. The passion he wasn’t afraid to share excited and intimidated me at the same time. Could I be just as transparent? He reached for the box, ripping it open with animalistic savagery. My mouth watered as he deftly peeled the lubricated rubber from its packet and glided it onto his thick rod. Then Tobias’ eyes were on me again as he stroked himself.
“Can I kiss you?”
