I shifted my legs, lightly pressing them together in the hopes that I could still the ache, but it only made it worse.
Pressing back against him again, I was rewarded with the feel of his slightly hardened cock pressing against my side.
I bit my lip, and then turned to run my mouth over his forearm.
He didn’t react.
Taking courage from somewhere, I turned in his arms, and then froze as I waited for him to make another move.
He didn’t.
I bit my lip again, looking up at his slack face that looked so peaceful in sleep.
The light from the moon was enough to allow me to see the sweep of his eyelashes on the tops of his cheeks.
My eyes followed down his face, over his beard, to the top of his chest.
The way we were pressed together, I couldn’t see below me, but I could feel.
I reached forward and grasped him through his underwear.
The moment I felt his stiffened flesh in my hand, my anxiety over waking him up passed.
A voracious, I-need-him-now feeling swept over me, and I finally made the move that I’d been wanting to do for the last hour.
“Didn’t think you were ever going to work up the courage,” he growled.
Surprise flittered over me, but before I could get embarrassed, he was shoving his underwear down his thighs and maneuvering himself between my thighs.
“This okay?” he paused over me, his fists planted in the bed on either side of my head.
I swallowed nervously, and then reached for his cock, aiming it for my entrance. “Get up here and take over. That took forever.”
He took that as answer enough, and slowly started to push inside.
“A good man wouldn’t do this,” he hissed as he sank an entire inch inside of me.
“A bad man wouldn’t do this,” I countered. “You wouldn’t leave a woman so desperate and in need, would you?”
He grunted and pulled back, but only far enough to help my flesh adjust to his girth.
“So wet,” he growled.
I licked my lips.
“You’re still inside me,” I whispered, blushing as I did. “I didn’t want to wash us away.”
He went up to his knees, and then suddenly there was light filling the room.
The first thing I did was look down the line of our bodies.
He was still mostly outside of me, and only the thick head of his cock was buried in my flesh, but even I could see the need that was slickening the inside of my thighs and my pussy lips.
“So hot,” he growled.
My eyes shot up to his, and I saw the flush rise high onto his cheekbones.
His eyes were dark and filled with an intimidating light that was enough to make me brace for what happened next.
And it was a damn good thing I did, because the next second I was completely filled with him. But still, he wasn’t all the way inside.
“Jesus,” I gasped. “You didn’t feel this big earlier.”
He laughed.
Then he started to fuck me in earnest, working me slowly at first and gradually speeding up his pace.
I watched him move.
Watched the way his abs flexed and released with each pump of his hips. Watched the way the veins in his arms stood out as he hovered over me on fisted hands that were planted in the mattress beside my head.
His muscled thighs were smacking into my legs, creating such a loud slapping sound that I worried that the old people next door would hear.
But then he twisted his hips, and all cognitive abilities seemed to leave me, leaving behind a writhing, keening mess that was searching for one thing: a release.
My eyes closed on their own, and I lifted my hands up to grab onto his wrists in an effort to hold myself in place as his thrusts slammed into me.
Over and over he pushed into me, and it wasn’t long before I was taking all of him.
Pleasure and pain roared through me, fighting for supremacy and overwhelming me with sensation.
The wrist that I was holding onto moved, and I moaned as I then had to concentrate on holding myself still without that anchor…but then his hand found my nipple.
At first, he only twisted, teasing me. Then, as if in a dream, he hunched his body over mine, and dropped his mouth down to my breast, pulling the nipple completely into his mouth and sucking so hard that my back bowed up off the bed.
It was like a direct explosion straight to my core, and suddenly I couldn’t hold on anymore.
Sparks erupted behind my eyes as I came, pleasure washing over me so great that I couldn’t help but be swept out to sea, drowning in everything that was Tobias.
I wasn’t even aware when he stopped.
It could have been instantly. Or it could’ve been long moments later.
Whatever the case may be, I came to with his hard length stilled inside of me, still pulsing as I tried to find the ability to speak.
“Once more,” he ordered, then started to move.
I opened my mouth to object, but he dropped his lips down to mine and kissed the breath out of me.
He plundered my mouth, his tongue tangling with my own, as he claimed me.
And it was a claiming. Everything in that kiss told me exactly what I needed to know.
I was his. Now. Tomorrow, and next week. He wanted me, and I had to either accept it, or fight. But fighting would still lead to what we both knew was inevitable. Defeat.
He would have me, and I had no choice but to accept that.
So I did. I sank into the kiss, letting him know with my body that I was submitting.
His hand in my hair confirmed the victory, and then he started to pump his hips, but differently this time. More languid and lazy.
He continued to kiss me while he played with my nipple, coaxing my nerve endings into tingling threads of awareness that I felt all over.
“Please,” I gasped into the kiss. “Please!”
His lips smiled against mine, but he didn’t slow the assault. He continued to push and pull, take and give, until I was, yet again, on the verge of the cliff.
But this time, when I fell over the edge, he followed right along with me.
The hot spurts of his release filled me, and it was long minutes until I was able to think clearly once again.
The haze of pleasure was still lingering inside of me, but I was now able to remember who and where I was.
“It’s a good thing we have a maid service here,” I told him bluntly. “You’re a messy boy.”
He started to chuckle.
“I’ll try to have a towel handy from now on,” he replied dryly, pulling me into his chest and twisting until he lay fully on his back with me curled into his side.
The loss of his length from inside of me was an instant ache, and I wanted him back before I was even completely settled in, close at his side.
I lifted my leg, trying to find a way to recapture what I had without actually putting him back inside of me, and he started to laugh.
“Miss me already?”
The sweet ache between my legs was confirmation enough.
“Yes,” I told him honestly. “But I’ll live.”
He rumbled something, and it vibrated his chest quite deliciously.
Then he rolled us, me completely over, and him to his side, so that we were now back to belly, with him behind me.
The moment he had me into place, he lifted my leg and slid easily back inside of me.