“You need me to take it easy, baby?”
“No. Please don’t. Fuck me hard, Till.”
His eyes grew wide, and his cock twitched inside me. “Jesus Christ. I should fuck your mouth more often.”
The small smile that tilted the corner of his mouth gave me a flash of the boy I’d originally fallen in love with. I loved this sexy and dirty version of Till, but that one twitch of his lips turned me on more than any words he could ever utter.
And when it was replaced by a core-clenching smirk, I knew that, no matter what happened after that moment, I’d never be able to go back to being friends. One glance and I was addicted.
I buried myself to the hilt inside her.
My mind was foggy from the alcohol, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I was a thief, but I had convinced myself that it wasn’t wrong. I was only stealing what was rightfully mine. The way her eyes had lit when I’d said, “Forever,” told me that she thought this was more. I would have corrected her if I hadn’t meant it from the bottom of my soul. I’d just known I couldn’t follow through.
“Till!” she gasped.
“I need to feel you come.” I drove into her in the way I fucking loved, and judging by the sound of her moans, so did she. But despite how hard I took her, she didn’t come.
She cried my name and her body writhed, but she wouldn’t step off the edge.
“Goddammit, tell me what you like?” I growled, taking her mouth in a frustrated kiss.
“Here.” She pushed a hand between us to find her clit.
I knew how to make her come with my hands. Based on the last time we had been together, that was easy. But I had three years of dreams fueling me with an overwhelming desire to make her come with my cock.
“No hands.” I grabbed her arms and pushed them above her head, securing both of her wrists in one of my hands. “I want you to come because of this.” I pointedly pumped inside her, driving myself toward the brink of orgasm with every thrust.
“I can’t,” she whined, struggling to free her arms.
“Yes, you can.”
I continued a hard rhythm that was slowly driving me mad. Her moans and cries were encouraging, so I waged war against my own release.
She could do it. I would give it to her. I would take it from her.
“Use your hands then,” she bargained
“No. Damn it. It’s the only thing I don’t have from you, Eliza. If I have to fuck you until I go soft, then I’ll lick you until I get hard again. You will come without using your fucking hands.”
Her eyes flashed to mine in shock . . . and arousal.
“Christ, Till.”
“I’ve got all night. Tell me how to get you off.”
“I don’t know! Damn it, please just touch me,” she panted, raking her nails down my back.
I was so focused on trying to figure out how to take the last piece I needed to finish my Eliza Reynolds collection that I missed the fact that I was ruining it for her.
“Okay, okay.” I continued a rhythm but finally dropped my hand between her legs.
The minute my thumb brushed her swollen nub, her whole body spasmed. She didn’t come, but I knew she was on the way.
“So, my dick gets you close, but this is what you need?” I circled her clit, and she tensed around me. So fucking close.
“Yes. I’m sorry.” She rolled her hips to ride me from the bottom.
“Apologize by milking my cock. Come on, Eliza.” Sliding an arm under her ass, I lifted her lower half off the bed to allow for a better angle. With my thumb moving furiously, I drilled inside her.
Fucking finally, her whole body quaked and her muscles pulsated.
There it is.
“God. Till.”
Oh, I had missed the sweet sound of her ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I grit out as my cock shot off inside her. I fell forward, catching myself with my arms beside her head as I filled her. “Goddamn, Eliza.” I tried to catch my breath, but the aftershocks continued to course through my balls.
“I love you so much.” She took my mouth until I began to soften inside her.
“I love you too. Always,” I promised between kisses.
For the next half hour, we lay in bed kissing and getting to know each other’s naked bodies in a much less sexual nature. It was casual but needy. The sex was amazing, but those moments were what my fantasies were really made of.
Fantasy, but not reality.
We didn’t talk as we fell asleep even though I was well aware we had a lot to discuss. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Till, and he was probably muddling things up in his head even as I drifted off in his arms. I was much too sated to talk him down from whatever ledge I was sure he had climbed onto the minute he’d come and was no longer driven by his dick. But we could figure it all out later. He had never once lied to me, so I slept easily knowing that forever truly meant forever.
But getting there would be a totally separate issue.