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“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Girl,” His big body shifted. “I been up.”
Stumped, I didn’t know if I should believe him. “Were you up, really?”
“I was up when you went to pee and brush your teeth around four-thirty—I was able to go take a leak myself—and I was up when you turned on your phone just to have it ping back-to-back, frustrating you to the point of powering it off again. And I saw when you were looking for the box of condoms to pull one out and stash it somewhere underneath you.”Wow. Tobias had been awake. Apparently, only his eyes rested. He licked his lips before uttering, “Today’s Sunday.”
“It is.”
Then his tight eyes opened, imploring. “Stay longer.”
I whispered, “I can’t.”
“You’ll kill my fantasy.”
Kissing his soft lips, I explained, “This will be our new reality, Tobias.”
His dark eyes ran between mine, brows knitted. “I’ll buy the house. We can leave all the bullshit behind, and finally—”
I kissed him again. This time, I boldly ran my tongue against his lips then dipped inside his warm mouth. I didn’t think about morning breath until I was inside, but didn’t smell or taste anything other than the ruthless concoction of despair and hope, the contradiction our bond had been built on. Tobias sat up, pushing his fingers into my hair and gripping my scalp.
Needing to be close to him, I lifted to straddle his big frame. As though the act was natural, Tobias pulled me into his lap. His supplicatory gaze stayed on me, shredding my heart into pieces. I handed him the condom he accurately described as me hiding. Then I scooted back onto his thighs and yanked at his boxers. With Herculean strength, he lifted us both, and I managed them down until his thickness plopped out of its cotton hold, greeting me with eagerness. My mouth watered and I swallowed then rubbed my lips together.
With my head, I motioned for Tobias to apply the condom. His face was hard with preoccupation, but he obeyed, adroitly ripping open the package and smoothly rolling the rubber down his hard, curled erection. His head pulled up and before he could speak or gesture, I stood to my knees, crawled up his muscular thighs, and angled my throbbing sex over him.
“Help me,” I whispered over him.
My hand cupped the back of his head, my chin resting on the top as I waited. Tobias’ big hand was at my waist as he pulled me down onto him, directing the entry point. Once there, I recklessly pushed down on him, stretching my already tender walls. I pulsed around him, immediately feeling a line of sweat above my top lip and throughout my scalp. Tobias could easily break me, but instead of fear or being turned off, my mind and body yielded to his masculinity. I wanted the pain, the trembling, and fullness of him inside of me.
I plunged down onto him until satisfied with his depth. Tobias’ stony expression hadn’t melted, though his mocha nipples were pebbled, and dick was hard as steel inside of me. Leaning into him, the tension lessened, and I was able to stroke him without much force. Tobias’ finger and palm grip on me didn’t loosen although my sex had. He was tense, and still preoccupied with what was to come.
This all made me feel like shit, but I couldn’t stop rocking over him. I wouldn’t allow anything to disrupt the final minutes we’d share. I thrusted onto him until I enjoyed the stretch, until I wanted the most intimate indentation of him inside of me. This felt different, though. I’d never known Tobias to be stubborn, but we’d also pushed the bounds this week. I had to be as patient with him as he’d been with me practically since I’d known him.
So, I stayed at it, taking mental snapshots of how he felt this close to me. The adult Tobias. His hands eventually worked their way to my ass, gripping me with need. I even leaned over to kiss the man, appreciating the strokes of his tongue. But then I pulled back, wanting to see the muscles in his abs tighten with each squeeze of my pussy over him. I could do this forever. Could live with this man inside of me. It felt so natural to be invaded by him this way.
And then when all the carefully crafted muscles of his gorgeous face collapsed and Tobias’ chest caved inward, lungs empty in a tortured cry, my heart sheared even more. Frantic, my arms shot around him, hips bucked faster, and I kissed him.
With urgency, I whispered forcefully, “I love you. I want us.”
I didn’t know if Tobias could process my admittance, because his head fell back as he groaned while thrusting into me from below. His big body shook just as it did when he was on top and then behind me. Tobias had reached his pinnacle. He was shooting into me a passion I quickly decided I never wanted to live without again. So desperate for him, I stroked and stroked, until Tobias’ bear paws clenched me in place. He was done, and within seconds of his orgasmic bliss ending, I’d be a terrible person. So, I held him tightly in my arms until his spine trembles stopped, and heart rate slowed.
“Stay,” he pleaded throatily, letting off a rumble in his thick chest. “I got something to show you. Something I wanna teach you,Lennox—”
“Shhhhhh…” I quieted him. “I have to check out of the hotel before getting to the airport.” I struggled to steady my voice. “You’re going to stay right here while I shower, get dressed, and—”
“Lennox—”
“Shhhh! Stay right here. Stay here and think about how you’ve proven your point this week, and how you’re releasing me to go clean up my mess, so you’ll have no need to prove anything to me ever again. You’ll soon be able to simply showme—”
“When?” he demanded.
I kissed his open mouth. “Soon. Now, promise me.”
Tobias’ eyes darkened as he stared at me deadpan. I knew he’d obey but wouldn’t be happy about it. Not wanting to delay the inevitable, I lifted from his pelvis, feeling relief from his pulsing fullness, and an ache of longing as we separated. My knees wobbled as I stood from the floor. Quickly locating my phone, I paced to the back of the house for my bedroom.
It was an out of body experience to relieve myself, shower, get dressed, and pack up the last of my things. A self-protective wall I had been far too acquainted with over the years buffered me as I wheeled my suitcase to the front door. I could have gone to the garage, but my heart negotiated a balance. I ambled past the living room, and without changing pace, caught a glance of Tobias’ big frame still in the place I left him. His robust frame leaned back into the sofa, the bulbous muscles of his upper arms wrapped around his head and face. He’d obeyed. My gentle, patient beast remained in place.
“April third.”
