I let myself into the apartment with giddy anticipation for what Tobias has instore after my much-needed, relaxing yet fun-filled evening with my best friends at the spa. I've been waxed, tweezed, scrubbed, and buffed. My neatly trimmed style is a medium shade of brown with light auburn highlights that make my light blue eyes pop. I really hope Tobias likes it as much as I do. My hand goes to the new necklace that circles my neck and I smile. I haven't laughed so much in the past four months as I have in the past four hours with Christina, Ana, and Avery. We talked, gossiped, and giggled about everything under the sun before, during, and after our treatments and delicious dinner. We need to make sure we do a better job of getting together on a more regular basis. It's good for each of us. I need to remember to thank Tobias for his generosity and thoughtfulness. If it weren't for him, tonight wouldn't have happened. Desire spears my core as I think of a few different ways I can do that. After I take my shoes off and tuck them neatly under the built-in bench, I stand up and run right into the hard, immovable, bare chest of my handsome husband.
My mouth opens to say hello but I quickly close it when I see the look in his eyes. At first glance I think he's angry but I quickly realize that's not the case at all. His face has an intensity I've never quite seen before, his eyes filled with a white-hot hunger that takes my breath away. With no caveat whatsoever, his mouth meets mine in a fiery kiss that sets my body ablaze. His hands roam restlessly over every inch of me as he thrusts his tongue through my parted lips, his tongue relentless, like he's searching for something he lost. I run my hands up his back and grasp his rippled shoulders tightly and pull him closer. He growls as his hands go to the hem of my scoop neck tee. He tears his mouth away from mine long enough only to rip my shirt up and off my body then he devours me again. He slides one hand down to my bottom, pulling me closer to the big, hard bulge in his jeans and the other up to easily unclasp my bra with expert fingers then drags it down my arms.
He's never been this animalistic with me before, not even when he was Four in the dorm room earlier this week. His touch is frantic and needy yet strangely gentle and loving. His kisses are ravenous, inflaming like he's trying to consume me. His insistent tongue dominates mine, repeatedly penetrating my lips. I feel his hand move to the waistband of my shorts. He moves the button from its home and lowers the tiny zipper. He slips his sure fingers inside my shorts then inside my panties. He searches my moist folds and finds the throbbing bundle of nerves. He glides over it with a ghost-like touch, and I gasp against his mouth. He kisses the side of my lips, my jaw, then down to the sensitive area below my left ear. I shudder as I drag in lungfuls of air. I rest my head against the door, giving him better access to my neck and close my eyes. My mouth hangs open, panting forcefully as I focus on the persistent glide of his rough fingers. Reading my body perfectly, sensing my need, he presses harder on the aching nub. I chant his name like a mantra as my hips sway in perfect time with his fingers as he moves me closer to ecstasy. He moves his mouth back to mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, fisting my fingers in his curls. I don't know if I'm pulling him closer or if I'm pressing myself against him relentlessly as my orgasm builds but the one thing I know is that I can't get close enough. I want him inside me but I have a feeling that's the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. Suddenly my entire body stiffens and my legs begin to quake as my release overtakes me. I tear my mouth from his and cry out his name. It hasn't been 10 minutes since I walked through the door and here I am, pinned against the front door panting like a mad woman as my husband makes me come with just his fingertips. Once I've rode the wave to completion, I wilt, trapped between him and the unmoving door. He takes his hand out of my panties and slides my shorts and lacy boy shorts down, lifting each of my legs until I'm free. As he stands back up, he glides his hands up my body, peppering butterfly kisses all over. He tweaks my already pebbled nipples then rolls them between his fingertips. He squeezes them almost painfully and a jolt of electricity moves from the sensitive peak to my throbbing bundle of nerves. He finally reaches up and cups my face. He stares at me for a moment before he lowers his mouth to mine. I can still sense an intense need radiating from him but it's restrained at the moment.
"Welcome home, love," he gruffly says, desire thick in his voice and a profound longing in his eyes.
"That was a hell of a way to be greeted," I pant, still trying to catch my breath.
"I couldn't wait 'til you got home. I've been thinking about you," he says. He kisses me roughly then drags my hand to his hard bulge. I can't help but trace the rigid line of denim-covered flesh with my fingers, and he groans loudly. "Do you see what you do to me? I've been so damn hard for you all night. I even stroked myself until I came thinking about you underneath me, my hard cock moving in and out of your tight, perfect, little body and yet here I am harder than hell again … for you." His mouth lands back on mine and his need is primal. I don't know what exactly has gotten into him but I like it … I really, really like it. He's never talked this way, and it makes me ache even more. "I've been waiting all night to taste you, love, and I can't wait another minute." He kisses his way down my naked body until he's kneeling before me. He takes one of my trembling legs and puts it on his shoulder then wraps his arms around and cups each side of my bottom, holding me up. I run my hand through his unruly hair as he looks up at me with a heated gaze, placing tiny kisses on my tummy, inner thighs, and hips. "I can smell how much you want me." His bold statement floods my cheeks with color and my womanhood with moisture. "Have you been thinking about me?"
"Yes," I moan, barely above a whisper. He French kisses my navel for a moment, making me squirm then drags his tongue down further and sweetly kisses my cesarean scar just like he does every time he's close to it. He settles back on his feet and lightly slides his tongue up and down the folds of my womanhood, sucking on them lightly. He groans and I moan loudly as he sinks his tongue inside me. I grasp his head with both hands and pull him closer to my center wanting to feel that warm, wet, talented tongue even deeper. "Oh, God, Tobias! That feels so good. Oh, God! Don't stop, baby." He works magic with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of me until I'm bucking against him. Just as I'm about to plummet over the edge, he glides that tongue up and circles my nubbin not quite touching it, causing my release to back off. My heart stalls then picks up double time, and it was already drumming a deadly beat. He continues teasing, edging me closer and closer to an invisible summit until I don't know how much more I can take. Once again, I feel myself readying for the fall when he changes up his tactics. "Tobias!" Thick need drips from my voice. "I need to come! Make me come, baby." Taking pity on me, he firms up his grip on my bottom and attacks the needy bundle of nerves with an aggression I've never felt. My orgasm rips through me, and I scream out in pleasure again and again. He continues his assault on my nubbin until my legs give out but he doesn't stop. While he's holding me up, he moves his tongue down and laps up all my juices like a man dying of thirst. I lose all track of time in my post-orgasmic bliss but he finally lowers me until I'm straddling his hips. He tips my chin back with his fingers and kisses me deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy the unhurried pace of our lips moving together, our tongues gliding slowly against each other's. He finally pulls away, panting, breathless.
"God, I love the way you taste," he says, making me blush again. He runs his hand up into my hair, noticing the difference for the first time. "You are gorgeous with this color, not that you aren't gorgeous every day. Your eyes are even bluer. I swear I could drown in them, in you. I love you."
"I love you, too," I say. "How about you let me taste you now?" I wiggle my bottom over his hard length and he groans.
"Tonight is all about you, love," he roughly says.
"I love every single thing you've done for me tonight, the pampering and whatnot but you've done enough," I say. "Baby, I want you."
"And you will have me … later," he says and I can't help but pout. He softly kisses me then nips at my protruding bottom lip. He kisses me again, deeper this time and the ache in my core strengthens. "Do you trust me, Tris?" His look all of a sudden is intense and very serious.
"Wholeheartedly," I answer with zero hesitance because it's the absolute truth.
"There's something I've wanted to do with you for quite some time," he says. "You want it, too." I rack my brain trying to think of what he's talking about but nothing comes to me.
"What?" I shyly ask, unable to disguise the nervousness in my voice.
"I want to blindfold you and tie you to our bed. I want to kiss you, tease you, and taste you until you're writhing in ecstasy and then I want to make love to you," he says. Just saying the words make his eyes dilate wider. He's right. This is something we talked about during our last game of naughty Candor or Dauntless when I was still pregnant but neither of us have brought it up since. I thought he changed his mind. "If you changed your mind that's fine. We can just make love." He obviously is mistaking my silence as a refusal, which couldn't be farther from the truth.
"I trust you with everything, Tobias," I say. "If you want to do this, I want it, too. I told you we could after Teags was born."
"Are you sure?" he asks, pure excitement dripping from his voice. "I never want you doing anything you're uncomfortable with. Your wants always come first no matter what."
"I'll admit, I'm nervous," I breathlessly say, "but I'm excited, too."
"If you don't like something I do, tell me immediately and I'll stop," he says. "Promise?"
"I promise," I say. As he gets to his feet, I wrap myself around him tightly. He tenderly kisses me all the way up the steps. The moment he steps into the bedroom, I'm assaulted by vanilla and black cherry with just a hint of rose. I drag my lips from his and open my eyes and gasp. The room is unrecognizable. There are Beatrice roses everywhere and where there aren't flowers there are lit black and white candles. Our four-poster canopy bed has been completely stripped and our normal off-white percale sheets have been replaced with what looks like black satin. He stops at the end of the bed and lets me slide down his body to my feet. I walk to the other side of the bed, gliding my hand along the silky material. This is going to feel good against my bare skin. I turn and look up at him, unsure of what he wants me to do. Part of me is more nervous right now than I was before our first time. "What do you want me to do?" He stalks toward me, his eyes boring into mine, and I clench my thighs together. I know this is going to be good. I just wish I wasn't so nervous. When he reaches me, he settles his hands on my bare hips.
"I need you to relax, love, or we can't do this," he says. He stares down at me then takes a deep breath and releases it. After a few minutes, I realize I'm following his lead, breathing with him, and the nervousness has totally been replaced with excitement. He would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. "Better?" His voice is deep and smooth like rich dark chocolate. There are no signs of dark blue in his onyx eyes. He wants this … bad. I won't deny him … I don't want to.
"Much better," I roughly murmur. "I want this just as much as you do." He scoops me up into his muscled arms and softly presses his lips to mine. He kneels on the side of the mattress then gently deposits me in the middle of the bed. I lie back as I watch him open the small drawer in his nightstand. He first takes out a bottle of some sort of liquid and sets it on the table. I study the small bottle but the substance looks foreign to me. I know I've never seen it before. Next, he removes the blindfold Christina used on me at our wedding. It's not the first time it's been used during our little games. He seductively runs his fingers over the black fabric, his eyes on mine then he sets it down on the bed beside me. As he reaches into the drawer again, my eyes slide down to the bulge between his thighs. My mouth goes dry, and I involuntarily lick my lips. He must be uncomfortable pressed up against the unforgiving fabric.
"What are you thinking?" he asks as he runs four black silk sashes though his fingers. I can't keep my eyes off them. "Tris?"
"You must be uncomfortable in your jeans," I murmur still looking at the bindings.
"I'm fine," he says as he walks to the end of the bed. I'd argue with him but the look in his eyes renders me mute. His eyes caress my body as he holds the silk in his hand, and my heart starts hammering in my chest. He casually walks to my right and my eyes follow him. "Give me your hand." His voice is low and desire-filled. I hold out my trembling hand, and he takes it in his, turns it over, and kisses my palm. He wraps the sash around my wrist a couple times then secures it with a fancy knot making sure it doesn't bite into my skin then securely attaches the other end low on the bedpost. He slowly walks to the other side of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine and holds his hand out to me. Even though he doesn't ask, I know what he wants, and I place my wrist in his hand. He kisses my palm then proceeds to secure my left hand to the bed. Dear God, he's going to kill me before this night is over, I just know it. My heart thunders in my chest, and my breath is coming in short, shallow pants. "Breathe, love." I try to take a deep breath but fail miserably. I finally close my eyes and take a couple deep, calming breaths. It doesn't alleviate the nervousness but it lessens it. When I open my eyes, he's standing at the end of the bed, his eyes trained on my body. I swear his bulge is even larger than it was. He takes me by the ankles and pulls me down on the bed until the bindings on my wrists are taut. He then sets my feet wide apart. He very quickly secures each ankle to the bedposts then stands back and stares at me. I've never seen the look that he's wearing right now. It's hard to describe. He's ravenous, aroused, amorous, and a little … frightened. I can't help but wonder what that's about but I don't ask. He finally blows out a slow breath and sits beside me. He picks up the mask lying by my head and turns it over and over in his hands. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," I choke out. I clear my throat then say, "Yes."
"They aren't too tight, are they?" I test the restraints. I can't move much but there's some play.
"No."
"Lift your head." I raise my head from the mattress, and he very gently slides the blindfold into place, plunging me into total darkness. I am completely at his mercy. A deep throbbing tightens my core. I instinctually try to press my thighs together to control the ache but I can't. Oh my! "I'm going to take my time with you," he throatily says. "We can sleep tomorrow."
"We have to work tomorrow."
"No, we're playing hooky. I already arranged it," he says. "The kids are at Zander and Stella's and won't be home until tomorrow night. I gave Bridget the day off. I have you all night and all day."
"The kids aren't here?" I hadn't even thought to ask about them since he literally attacked me the moment I walked through the door.
"No, love," he says. "As much as we love them, let's forget we are parents for a few hours and just be lovers." I clench as the weight of his words hit me. Sometimes we focus too much on being Mommy and Daddy and not enough on being Tris and Tobias. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Tobias, I'm ready," I confidently say although the words come out a little throatily. The weight on the bed shifts, and I know he gets up. My heart hammers against my ribs, anticipating what he's going to do first. I know he's still in the room, I can hear his labored breathing but so far, he's made no move to touch me.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" His roughly whispered words are right next to my ear and I gasp. "Everything about you turns me on." He slowly drags a single fingertip from my lips, down over my chin, and onto my neck then down the center of my chest and abdomen stopping right above where I want his fingers. God, he's barely touched me, and I'm a writhing mess. I hear the zipper of his jeans lower and then the rustling of fabric. He's naked now.
"Why are you making me wait?" I moan. "Touch me again, baby." I try to move against the restraints but they hold me in place … frustrated.
"I'm looking at you. Do you have any idea how wet you are?" My whole body flushes at his comment. "I'm committing every detail of how you look tied to my bed to memory, completely at my mercy. I want to clearly remember every detail of tonight for the rest of my life. Oh, what I am going to do with you. I've dreamed of this but the reality is so much better than the fantasy. You have me so hard right now." His words are going to be my undoing. I swear if he keeps talking like this I'm going to come, and he's not even touching me. I listen carefully trying to determine what he's doing, where he's at but all I can hear is raspy breath seesawing in and out of my own lungs. Something cold and liquid hits my right foot and trails up my calf, over my knee, and onto my thigh. I flinch away from it but can't move. A sweet smell I can't quite place swirls up around me and assaults my senses. Suddenly, I feel both his hands on me, massaging the oil in. I moan. It feels so good. What starts out cool on my over-heated skin soon heats up and tingles just a little.
"What is that?" I breathlessly ask as his hands knead the muscles in my calf then slide up to my knee. "It feels … weird."
"It's a massage oil," he says, adding more oil to my leg and moving his hands up to my thigh. "I got it at the boutique."
"It's warm and tingly," I sigh. His fingers are so close to my womanhood that I hold my breath in anticipation but he soon takes his hands away. Damn it!
"I know," he says as he switches legs. His seductive voice makes me squirm. "It will heighten your pleasure when I kiss you all over." A little more oil is drizzled on my shin, knee, and thigh, and he massages it thoroughly into my skin. His fingers purposefully graze my womanhood and then they're gone. A sound somewhere between a sigh and groan escapes my parted lips. He's teasing me. I gasp when a pool of oil lands between my breasts then stretches down to my taut abdomen. My breathing becomes even more labored as he runs his hands over every inch of my naked chest and stomach. The oil does something odd to my nipples. I thought they were sensitive before but now they're tingling and aching, and I want his mouth on me so bad to quash this fire.
"Mm," I moan.
"Feel good?"
"Mm-hm." He continues the torturously slow massage until every visible inch of my body has been kneaded. Usually a massage relaxes me but this one has stimulated every inch of my body and invigorated my senses. I feel like I'm flying. I lie here, testing my restraints knowing that he's looking at me again. A slow blush overtakes my body, and he groans quietly. I can't tell where he is. When I don't think I can stand it for one more second, I feel his lips on the instep of my right foot. I flex at the contact and instinctively try to move away but my foot goes nowhere. He runs his tongue along my sole making me shiver then nips at the pad of my big toe then soothes it with his tongue. He then gives each of my other toes the same treatment except for my pinkie toe. He draws it between his lips and sucks on it. The gently pulling sensation shoots a jolt of electricity between my thighs. I didn't know I could ache this much for him.
"Oh, God!" I moan long and low, my core clenching tightly. He's torturing me, and I'm getting off on it. He peppers kisses over every inch of my foot then glides his tongue up to my ankle. He worships it then moves on to my calf and then to my knee. "Tobias!" I can't keep the longing out of my voice. When he told me he was going to kiss every inch of my body, I didn't actually believe him. I didn't think he would have the patience. I was wrong. He kisses every inch of my knee and outer thigh then makes his way inward. When his lips reach my inner thigh, I start to writhe. He's getting so close to where I want that talented tongue. I swear if he doesn't hurry up, I'm going to scream or spontaneously combust. He runs his tongue over the junction between my thigh and my pelvis then he's gone. "Where did you go?" I actually sound like I'm in pain. My moist center is throbbing painfully, and I try to close my thighs to no avail. I groan loudly and pull on the restraints. "Tobias?" I swear one day I'm going to tie him to the bed and torment him.
"I'm here, love," he says as he kisses the instep of my other foot. I moan. He's starting all over, and I have no choice but to lie here and absorb the sensation. My body is humming by the time he reaches my inner thigh again. He was right about the massage oil heightening my pleasure. It's heightened everything: The feel of his fingers pressing into my flesh, each glide of his velvety tongue across my body, his hot breath moving across my skin. It's all deliciously better.
"Tobias, baby, you're killing me," I moan. And he laughs … laughs. "I'm not liking you very much at the moment," I pout.
"I love you," he sincerely says, a mix of strong affection, desire, and humor in his voice. I bite my lip to keep the same words from flying out of my mouth. When he finishes worshiping my inner thigh, I think he's finally going to put that mouth where I want it but I'm wrong. He gets up off the bed and leaves me hanging. I grumble under my breath, mostly nonsense, and then moan when I feel his mouth on my fingertips. He draws each one into his mouth one at a time and sucks on the tips then teases them, nibbling and licking. I didn't know they were so sensitive. He makes his way up my wrist and forearm to my elbow then continues up to my shoulder and then across my collarbone. I groan knowing what's coming next and I'm right. His lips disappear from my skin, leaving me longing but before I can really start pouting, he kisses my other hand. He sucks on my fingertips, kisses every inch of skin then drags his tongue up and over the silk binding. When he kisses the inside of my left elbow, I moan loudly. "Hhm." He kisses the same spot again, and I can't help the low groan that escapes my mouth. "Looks like that feels good."
"Do it again," I sigh. He tickles the area with the very tip of his tongue and a jolt of electricity shoots through me from where he's licking me to my drenched core.
"Who knew," he mumbles as he continues up to my shoulder then across my collarbone. I tremble as he focuses on my ravens. I clench and release trying to ease the ache to no avail. I've never wanted to close my thighs so much in my entire life. He drags his tongue down and kisses the swell of each breast then moves away.
"Tobias," I moan with sheer frustration.
"What do you want, Tris?" he huskily asks. He's at the end of the bed again.
"You, damn it," I whimper.
"You have me," he says. The end of the bed moves, and I feel him climb up and over my body but he doesn't touch me … not yet. I reach up with my fingertips but he's out of reach.
"Baby?" Suddenly his lips are on mine. The kiss is passionate, full of want and longing on both our parts. He easily thrusts his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch. When we are both breathless, he kisses his way to my sensitive left ear and sucks on my earlobe. My already irregular breath comes shorter, shallower, faster, wilder. I swear my heart is fluttering in my chest faster than a hummingbird's wings. "Mm." He feels so good. I squirm beneath him, arching myself up off the bed but I still can't find his body. He's teasing me mercilessly. He kisses and skims his lips across every inch of my neck then down onto my chest. I don't know how he's not going out of his mind with lust right now. I know I am. Part of me wants to plead with him to untie me so we can get this show on the road but the bigger part of me wants to please him, wants to continue, wants to experience every single second of what he's putting me through. I've never been this turned on in my life. Part of it is the massage oil he slathered all over my body but the biggest part is the teasing. He has me wound so tight I can only imagine what the release will be like. I'll probably shoot into outer space. After tracing the outline of my ravens for the second time, he moves his mouth to my breast. I gasp as he draws the oversensitive nipple between his lips and gently sucks on it.
"I miss your milk," he murmurs against my skin. "It was always a little extra bonus when I was doing this." He scrapes his teeth over the pebbled, throbbing bud then soothes it with his tongue, lapping at it slowly. The coil in my core winds tighter at his attention. It may not be his intention but I think he's going to make me come just by kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on my breasts. When he's satisfied the nipple he's sucking on has been teased enough, he drags his lips to my other breast.
"Oh, God!" I moan loudly. "Feels so good." He gives the other distended peak the same treatment or maybe I should say torture. When he finishes I don't know which of us is moaning louder. He slowly drags his lips down my abdomen, dropping hundreds of kisses as he goes. He teases my bellybutton for a time, thoroughly making love to it with his tongue until I'm writhing beneath him. "Please! Oh, God, please!" I flex and relax my feet. I manage to grab ahold of the silk sashes binding me to the bed. I yank on them then just hold on for dear life. He kisses my cesarean scar, mumbling words of love and then he's there. I feel his hot breath wash over my needy center. He doesn't touch me but I know he's there, watching me, taunting me, keeping my expectations high.
"You," his tongue unhurriedly glides up the inside of my right thigh and he kisses the juncture of my pelvis and thigh tenderly, "are," his tongue glides up the inside of my other thigh repeating every touch, "the," he kisses my moist entrance causing me to shudder, "sexiest," his tongue lightly traces the slick folds of my womanhood and I can't help my moan of pure pleasure, "woman," his tongue thrusts inside me, swirling, probing, gliding like he does to my mouth, "in," he moves his tongue back and glides it over every inch of my womanhood, only grazing over my sensitive bundle of nerves once in a while, not giving me exactly what I want, "the," his masterful tongue glides full force over my throbbing nubbin, "world." I inhale sharply at the most intense pleasure I've ever felt in my entire life and buck against his mouth. I guess there is something to say about building up the anticipation to a fevered pitch. An intense orgasm rips through my body tearing all thought and logic away with it. All I am is sensation. Incredible. Fucking. Sensation. When I come back down to earth, I realize he's still there with his head between my thighs, pushing me toward another incredible release. I'm not going to survive tonight. He is trying to kill me.
"Oh, Tobias!" I moan as he eases two fingers inside me. He gently sucks on my aching, overly sensitive nubbin while he moves his fingers in and out of me. He curls them and turns his hand just right, hitting that special place inside that makes my toes curl, my eyes roll back in my head, and makes me start speaking absolute gibberish. "You … I … oh, damn … shit … fuck … sonofabitch … oh, hell … Oh … My … God … I'm coming … I'M COMING … fuck … fuck … FUCK." I hold on for dear life as my body spirals out of control. I clench around his fingers and my body trembles with a force I've never known. When the mini-spasms finally fade I lie tethered to the bed, my chest heaving like a bellows, and my heart racing 90 miles a minute. I'm surprised it's still contained in my chest. I'm going to need a two-week nap after this is over. When I feel him untying my right ankle is when I realize he's not on the bed with me anymore. His fingers are quick, frantic. When my leg is free, I move it towards my chest, stretching it. He quickly untethers my other leg then crawls up over me, placing my calves on his shoulders. Never done this before. He then lifts the blindfold and tosses it over his shoulder. I blink against the soft light.
"This is going to be quick and it's going to be rough," he tightly says. "I don't have it in me to hold back right now. You have to promise me something, if it hurts tell me and I'll stop. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," I say.
"Promise me," he growls.
"I promise." As I get the words out of my mouth, he slams into me and I can't help but cry out. Holy shit! He wasn't kidding. His pace is brutal. He's never went this hard and this fast before. He rests his head on my shoulder as he hammers in and out of my body. His arms, chest, shoulders, and neck are tense with a deep need, and his breath is coming rough and ragged against my face. Unbelievably, I feel my body racing toward yet another invisible summit. I don't know how close it is or how high it is but it's bound to be spectacular. "Kiss me," I moan as he leverages himself on his arms, thrusting into me like a madman. His mouth comes down hard on mine in an aggressive kiss so need-filled and desperate that it takes my breath away. He moves his hand between us and after two brushes across my nubbin, I come like I've never come before, which is saying a lot. My walls clench tightly around him causing him to spill himself deep in my body. I quiver and tremble and tears flood my eyes. He collapses on top of me after three more deep thrusts. "Tobias, you have to move." In this position, I can barely breathe with him lying on me like this. He gently pulls out of me and leans back, letting my legs down. My lungs expand and I immediately feel better.
"Are you okay?" he roughly asks as he reaches up and unties one wrist.
"I'm divine," I pant, more sexually sated than ever before. I'm not sure I'll move ever again. Once my hands are free I realize I'm a little stiff from being in the same position for the past … I look at the clock and gasp … three hours! No wonder I was climbing up the wall before he made me come. "I could use a back rub. My arms are a little sore." He reaches for the oil he used earlier and I shake my head. "Use my coconut oil lotion, please. I'm too tired for you to use that." He grins and kisses my forehead before he gets up off the bed. I roll over onto my tummy and stretch as he goes into the bathroom. My eyelids are heavy when he comes back.
"Was that good for you at all?" he asks as he sits on the mattress. I hear him rubbing his hands together, and then he starts kneading the lotion into my tired, sore muscles. It feels so good.
"Mm," I moan and he chuckles. "I got a bit frustrated at times. I guess I didn't believe you when you said you were going to kiss me all over. I thought maybe you were trying to kill me."
"I told you tonight was all about you," he says against my ear. "Was I too rough?"
"Almost," I say with a yawn. "You should have taken the blowjob when I offered then you wouldn't have been quite so needy."
"I was needy, wasn't I?" he says as he kisses the back of my neck. "I wanted tonight to be perfect." I roll over and sit up. I slide closer to him and kiss his shoulder.
"Tonight was…" I close my eyes, running though the events and I smile. When I open my eyes, I look into Tobias' pensive face. He's really worried that I didn't enjoy myself. "Everything I could have wished for. It was sexy, erotic, frustrating, loving, passionate. It definitely was my favorite game we've played but I'm not sure I would want to repeat it. It was really intense."
"I understand, love," he says. He caresses my cheek then runs his fingers up into my hair. "I love you, Mrs. Eaton. Shall we get some sleep?"
"Yeah," I say around another yawn. "I love you, too, Mr. Eaton."
