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And then when Tobias straightened, locked his beautiful gaze on me while toeing out of his boots, I knew I was in trouble. I watched his painful pace as he removed his track jacket, pants, tank, and socks. When he bent over to push his boxers down his thick, wiry thighs, my head lifted from the mattress, not wanting to miss a beat of his nudity.
He stood, chin partially hiked, dick arrowed toward his thigh. He was thick and large, veiny and primal. His balls were enlarged, intimidatingly heavy, and a hue darker than the rest of his body. My tongue swept against the roof of my mouth. Tobias was so unlike my husband. Kelvin was your typical lanky, basketball build at six-feet and seven-inches. He was knock-kneed with a graceless gait from a slant in his long spine. He wasn’t particularly muscular, but still possessed athletic strength needed when he was working.
Tobias, on the other hand, was a slab of taut muscle beneath meaty flesh. At six-feet even, the man was tall and thick enough to envelope me for protection and sensual exploration. His pecs were pronounced mounds of shields. His abs were carved, a rippled display of dedication to his fitness. His arms and thighs were evidence of stunning virility. Tobias’ gaze on me was filled with ravenous need.
“You’re beautiful,” fell from my lips like a confession.
“I’m yours,” he informed melodically. His big hand reaching for his engorged cock, stroking it.
My eyes closed in pure shame from my lustfulness. I didn’t know intimacy with a person other than myself. I masturbated when needed, which could be twice a week or once a month. Since being friends with Tobias, I’d treated myself to several adult toys, ones to stimulate me into a leg-jerking orgasm. Oftentimes, when I closed my eyes to begin my flight, he was the visual behind my lids. But today, in the middle of a Friday afternoon, my fantasy was right here, mere feet away, baring it all to me.
He’s about to break me in two…
Feeling dizzy from too much stimulation, my head collapsed back onto the mattress, and I sighed, “I’m married, Tobias.”
ChapterTen
“On paper, but your soul is tied to me.” His chest flexed as he approached the bed. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. I’m about to prove it.”
He lifted my legs, arranging them over his broad-banded shoulders, and buried his face in my cleft. My back arched over the mattress, feeling the sensitivity level of my clit return to intense as though I didn’t have an orgasm five minutes ago. Tobias’ velvety tongue moved with adroit fluency between the folds of my sex with ravenous need. My eyes closed and hands flexed when he took a long dive inside of me, the slickness of his firm tongue caused my toes to curl. His head bobbed and bobbed, creating a stir in my groin.
My plaintive moans began curling into the air, busy hands reaching for nothing in particular. He dove and dove. I rocked against him, feeling my orgasm crest. This time, I was ready, greedy for it as though I hadn’t had a release today. The second the pads of my feet began to warm, Tobias’ tongue retracted, and his lips bit into the flesh of my labia. That clever touch was good, but it wasn’t as intense as what he’d created inside of me. I squirmed, attempting to control his oral work. That’s when he reached up and flicked my nipple sending chards of pain shooting throughout my body. Eminent air burst through my lips and my shoulders rolled up until my weight shifted almost to the top of my head.
“Stop being greedy, Lennox,” he gruffed. “I know what I’m doing down here.”
I panted hard, body clenched as I peered down on his angry face sheened with my excitement. “Okay,” I whispered.
Gracefully, his mouth returned, this time into my folds. I bit my lip to temper the pleasure, the bites of pain from his flick dissipating. My body loosened in no time, warming again to his cadence. I didn’t know the play, had no idea of the protocol. I’d ventured into sex with Tobias months after we met years ago, but they were a handful of times and always passion-filled quickies on either of our grandmothers’ sofas, in his bedroom, and even in the back of a car he borrowed to take me out on a date. Seeing him completely naked and this mesmerizing, seductive, sex-god had been a mind trip.
Just when I’d eased into the rhythm Tobias created with his tongue beating at my clit, feeling perspiration layer my hot skin, he pushed a finger inside me. Circling around my swollenness again, his tongue thrashing slowed. When I groaned in frustration, Tobias understood and swiped weightily and rhythmically again. I found myself pushing down into his face and hand. My nipples bounced deliciously into the air as my shoulders rounded against the mattress.
Then his tongue slowed, but fingers seamlessly remained course. I was unbelievably wet now, audibly aroused. His fingers swished inside me, making a suctioning sound. But I wanted his tongue. However, I knew not to push it this time. I focused on the sensation instead. His fingers felt different from a penis. They weren’t as filling, but a bit more manipulating. When they’d rubbed upward toward the front, beneath my belly, heat would flash throughout my body, and I’d ride into it.
The pressure of Tobias’ tongue was heavy again, and the speed quickened. Immediately, my body responded, sex moving at the pace he set. I moaned, attempting to communicate just how good he felt, how much I needed to release the mounting pleasure. I was so close, my spine and toes arching over the mattress. My belly began to warm, hips pumping faster.
Then it all stopped.
“Tobe!” I cried.
He stood from between my legs, a condom magically in hand. Tobias’ scowl didn’t fade a bit as he ripped the aluminum packet with his teeth and applied it. Those hooded lids were as heavy as the appendage bouncing against his thigh as he crawled the bed for me. I scooted up to give him room.
“What game are you playing?” I demanded, horny out of my mind.
“I told you when you left Jersey, I wanted to show you something. “I’m ‘bout to.”
He settled between my spread thighs and leaned over. My eyes closed as his glossed lips neared me, wet beard in tow. I could smell myself on him before he met my agape mouth. It was mixed with his virile heat and scent, diluting me. Instantly, we were caught up in oral lust. I was so wound up, my head lifted from the mattress, reaching for his delicious mouth. His tongue was just as aggressive as the mere sight of his dick. I knew it would be a painful pursuit, but I was ready for the meeting place of intimacy with him. I wanted him connected to the inside of me.
“I’m ready,” I whispered between kisses and tongue tangling.
Seconds later, he was pulling me from the mattress and into a straddling position as he sat on the back of his feet. The thick pulsing of his erection between us disappeared beneath me until I felt it at my opening.
Intimidated, I protested, “You tricked me. I didn’t…”
A soft smile shrunk his eyes. “Cum? You didn’t cum in my mouth, Lennox?” I shook my head, answering him emphatically. “You didn’t cum on my hand either. I didn’t want you to.” His arms banded around me, big hand caressing my back. Tobias made me feel so small and protected under his coveted frame, even before we began kissing and touching. He was my gentle giant. “You’re gonna make yourself cum, baby,” a swell of lust thickened his cords as I tried pushing down onto him. My walls more compliant, surprisingly. “I stretched you with my fingers,” he coaxed erotically.Downstairs. He fingered me downstairs and in here, swirling his thick fingers inside my pliant flesh.
“Mmmm…” I moaned when he pushed my body down even farther onto his throbbing thickness.
“Give me your mouth, Lennox.”
