I'm lying in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness. My rational brain knows I should get up and face the day but after last night, all I want to do is lie here and get as much rest as possible. I told the kids that they were going to be grumpy today if they didn't calm down and go to sleep. What I failed to realize was I might be just as out of sorts for not getting enough rest as they would be.
"I know you want to say goodbye, guys, but Mommy is still asleep," I hear Tobias say in a hushed voice. Goodbye? The word penetrates the thick fog of sleep, and I pry my heavy lids open I blink a few times to get my eyes to focus and see my husband and kids just on the other side of my open bedroom door.
"I'm awake," I croak. Four pairs of blue eyes look my way and beam. Before I get a chance to sit up, Tyler and Tessa crawl into bed and practically attack me. Tobias picks up Teags and sets her down in the middle of the melee. I'm trying to pick out what they're saying, I'm usually pretty good at it, but my exhausted brain can't keep up.
"Hey guys, settle down," Tobias says, coming to my rescue. Sometimes I swear that man can read my mind. "Maybe you can talk one at a time."
"I'm going to go play with Zane," Tyler says butting in before Tessa can speak. She frowns at her brother. "He invited me over today. I don't think it's gonna storm no more." His brilliant smile fades then he looks over his shoulder at his father.
"I checked the forecast, buddy," he says, lovingly ruffling his hair. "It's supposed to rain all day but the storm is definitely over. If for some reason they got it wrong, you can come right home. I promise." That makes our boy feel better, and his sunny disposition practically lights the room.
"I go wit Yiam," Teags says, impishly grinning. She's excitedly bouncing up and down on my thighs. "We pay. I lub him." An involuntary growl emits from Tobias' chest. At least I hope it's involuntary. I chuckle and shake my head.
"Mama, Mama!" Tessa says, patting my arm to get my attention.
"What is it, little one?" I ask, turning her way.
"I go with Avey and Cal," she proudly announces. "All day."
"What are you going to do with Avery and Callen?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders. "You don't know?"
"No," she says. "I just go."
"Okay," I say. I look up at Tobias and he mouths, "It's a surprise." I nod.
"They wanted to say goodbye before they left," he says. "I hope we didn't wake you."
"I was ready to get out of bed anyway," I say, finally getting myself into a sitting position. "When are you guys leaving?" They start talking at once again. "Tyler?"
"As soon as Zane eats breakfast. I already ate. I had eggs and bacon and toast and juice and milk and so did Tess and Teags." He gulps down a huge breath because he just said all that in one.
"That sounds good, buddy," I say. "What about you Tessa?"
"I go soon," she says. "Avey pick me up."
"Teags?" I ask. It's her turn to shrug her shoulders.
"She can go next door anytime," Tobias says.
"Go now," she insists as her eyes light up.
"I thought you wanted to say bye to Mommy," he says with a chuckle.
"Bye, Mama," she hurriedly says. "Lub 'ou. Kiss." I manage to give her a kiss before she struggles around her sister to get off the bed. My heart stalls when I see her start to fall but, thankfully, Tobias catches her.
"Ta da," he says as he sets her on her feet with a flourish.
"Tanks, Dadda," she laughs. "Go." She keeps looking at the door. "Go, peas."
"All right, you little stinker," he says. "I'll be right back." He easily picks our youngest daughter up, and she waves at me over her father's shoulder until they are out of sight.
"Well, I'm going to miss you guys today," I say. I wrap one arm around Tyler and one around Tessa and bring them closer to my body. I kiss each of their heads and then tickle them a little. They both giggle uncontrollably.
"We'll miss you, too, Mommy," Tyler says.
"Yeah," Tessa agrees. "Miss you. Love you."
"I love you both so much," I say. They hug me tightly.
"You have fun playing with Zane, buddy," I say.
"I will," he says. "I wanted to go to the park but it's raining." He frowns. "We'll probably just play in his room."
"You be good," I say. "Listen to Stella and Zander and mind your manners. And you listen to Avery and Callen, Tessa. You both know your rules." They nod. "Do you know what time you're coming home?" I'm glad Tobias figured out a way for us to be alone today, it's been entirely too long, but my stomach tightens at the thought of not having my kids within my sight again today.
"We're going to meet in the cafeteria at 6:00," Tobias says from the doorway.
"Well, that didn't take very long," I say.
"The minute Christina opened the door, Liam rushed out to meet Teagan, and they ran off together," he says. "I swear I saw the future flash before my eyes in that second, Tris. You do realize one day our daughter is going to run off with him for good." I chuckle and shake my head. Like usual, his skewed perception of their relationship borders on insanity. "You mock me, my love, but you'll see."
"Is Teags leaving for good?" Tyler asks, distressed.
"I no want her to go," Tessa says, her bottom lip trembling. "I love hew. She my sissy." I narrow my eyes at my husband. He did this. He needs to fix it.
"Of course, she's coming home. She's too little to leave home yet," he says as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean right now. I just think that when Teagan is all grown up she's going to fall in love with Liam and they'll get married." I watch Tyler and Tessa's faces very carefully.
"You mean they will kiss and hug and sleep in the same bed like you and Mommy do?" Tyler asks, disgusted. I swallow the laugh that bubbles up.
"'Ucky," Tessa says, wrinkling her nose. "No kiss."
"You remember that, Pebbles," he says as he picks her up. "No kissing boys … ever."
"That's right, little one," I say. "They're yucky." Tobias smirks at me and I wink.
"'Ucky!" she squeals as Tobias peppers kisses on her cheek.
"I'm not yucky am I, Mommy?" Tyler asks.
"No, buddy," I say. "You will never be yucky. I love your kisses." He smiles and leans over and gives me a big, wet smack on the lips just as the doorbell rings.
"That should be Stella and Avery," Tobias says.
"I don't want Tess to come with me," Tyler pouts.
"Hey," Tessa indignantly says. "I not go wit you. I go wit Avey."
"Neither of you will be going anywhere if you don't behave," I say.
"Sorry, Mommy," Tyler says as Tessa says, "Sowwy."
"Quick! Say bye to Mommy," Tobias says. They both hurriedly give me kisses and hugs then jump into their father's arms nearly giving me a heart attack. They all disappear down the stairs just as the doorbell rings again. I sit back and stretch my arms up over my head. I definitely should get up and use the bathroom, especially before Tobias gets back. I stretch one last time then manage to climb out of bed.
I playfully leave a trail of my night clothes on the way to the bathroom. First, I reach into the shower enclosure and turn on the hot water to warm it up then I use the toilet. Anticipation builds as I enter the shower, knowing Tobias will be joining me any minute. I stand under the rainfall showerhead and let the hot water cascade over my tired body. When I hear the door open, I can't hide my smile.
"It's about time," I huskily say, looking over my shoulder at my handsome husband. I don't quite recognize my own voice.
"Were you waiting for me, love?" he asks as he wraps his arms around my waist. I feel his arousal pressed against my back.
"Mm-hm," I murmur as he sweeps my wet hair over one shoulder. I relax into his body, savoring the feel of his lips as they glide along my slick skin, dropping soft kisses as they go right to the spot below my ear that's hardwired to my throbbing core. His hands slide over my belly and cup my aching breasts. I groan as he massages the heavy mounds then rolls the pebbled nipples between his thumbs and fingers. It feels so good when he touches me like this.
I turn in his arms, momentarily surprising him, and find his lips with mine. We're tender one second and aggressive the next. We can't keep our hands off each other. He's sliding his rough fingertips through my moist folds as I glide my tight fist up and down his engorged shaft. Neither one of us have what it takes to slow things down right now. We're all insistent lips, gnashing teeth, panting breath, and aggressive caresses.
Tobias picks me straight up, and I tightly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he turns and presses me up against the wall. A shiver moves through me but not from the cold, wet tile. It's from his thorough possession of my body. He enters me in one forceful drive of his hips and keeps up a near-violent, needy pace. I tear my lips from his and cry out with every powerful thrust.
"I need you to come for me, love," he spits between gritted teeth. His grip on my backside tightens and his already frantic pace quickens. I've been chasing my release since he invaded my body, but I'm not quite there. I glide one hand between us and feel him as he repeatedly enters me, causing him to groan painfully. He's definitely close. I close my eyes and roughly circle my nubbin, pretending it's Tobias' fingers instead of my own as I meet each of his powerful thrusts. "Come. Now!"
I don't know if it's his heated command, the added stimulation of my own hand, or just his impressive lovemaking skill but I tumble over the edge just as he releases himself inside of me. He grunts and groans as I whimper and moan, my tight sheath uncontrollably spasming around his thick shaft as he pulsates inside me. His thrusts slow and finally cease. He buries his face in my neck, raggedly panting against my damp, heated skin. I slide my hand from between us and tightly wrap my arms around his neck. I repeatedly press kisses to the top of his head as we stand here, letting our breathing slow, our hearts beating as one.
"So, boys are yucky, huh?" Tobias asks. He leans back and gives me a wicked grin.
"That's right," I say with a giggle.
"I don't think you thought there was anything yucky about me a couple moments ago when I was buried deep inside you."
"You're still buried deep inside me," I murmur against his lips. I flex around him and he groans. "And you're right. I don't find anything yucky about you. You're not a boy, Tobias. You're all man, baby."
"That's right, love," he says, kissing me deeply.
"Thank you," I breathlessly say after he reluctantly drags his lips from mine.
"No need to thank me," he says as he pulls out of me. I wince and his face contorts from blissful satisfaction to fretful concern. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," I say. He stares me down until I can't help but tell him the absolute truth. "You didn't hurt me but you didn't exactly give me time to adjust either. But I was right there with you the whole time, Tobias. I was giving just as good as I got. And I was thanking you for arranging for the kids to be out today. Don't ruin this."
"I can be a bit of a downer sometimes, can't I?" he says. He runs his hand up my arm, into my hair, and then tilts my chin up. "I never want to hurt you, Tris. That will never change." He runs his free hand between us and softly massages my sex all the while closely studying my face. I don't think he means for his touch to be arousing but it is. "I'm sorry I didn't give you the time you needed to adjust to me being inside you. It had been a while. I should have known better. But you could have told me. I would have stopped and given you the time."
"I didn't want you to stop," I moan. My mouth drops open and my breathing increases. His downtrodden expression switches on a dime, and his lips turn up into a wicked grin.
"Does this feel good?"
"Yeah," I mumble as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I lean my head back against the tile wall, and he lowers his lips to my ear. He sucks and nibbles then licks the sensitive skin, never once adjusting the soft touch between my legs. My hips begin to sway in time with his gentle stroking. "No," I call out when he abruptly stops.
"Do you want to stay in the shower all day?" he huskily asks.
"No, but I really want you to finish what you just started," I pout. "Please." I grab his hand and put it back where it was mere seconds ago but he refuses to give me what I want.
"Do you want to come?" he asks, his lips pressed against my ear. My heart throbs painfully in my chest as I pant. I nod. "Then tell me what you want, Mrs. Eaton."
"I want you to make me come, Tobias," I say. "I was so close."
"How?" I glance up at him.
"What?"
"How do you want me to make you come?"
"You know," I murmur.
"Say the words, Tris, and I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything." Hmm.
"I want you to rub my … clit with your fingers until I come," I practically whisper. The redness in my skin isn't coming from the hot water any longer. He lowers his forehead to mine.
"Your wish is my command. Anything you want today is yours, you just have to say the words." That sounds like a plan I can get behind.
"Okay." He moves his lips to my neck as his fingers find my pulsating nub again. I push all other thoughts aside and concentrate on his rough fingers rhythmically gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels so good. "Kiss me, Tobias," I mutter. His lips land on mine with a hungry urgency. After a few moments he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and mates it with mine. I grasp his hips tighter as he circles my nubbin faster and harder. I pull my mouth from his and drag in a ragged breath.
"You're so sexy when you're about to come for me," he says as his fingers bring me closer to ecstasy.
"Oh, God, baby!" My heart painfully hammers in my chest. "Shit!" Each breath I manage is erratic and labored. "Tobias, baby!" My core clenches and my nubbin aches. "Shit, I'm gonna come." I detonate. A scream slices through the steam, and it takes me a moment to realize it's coming from me. I sag against Tobias, afraid that my legs will go out from under me. He wraps one strong arm around my waist, keeping me on my feet, but his fingers don't stop. He carries me through my release as my body trembles against his. Just as I'm about to tell him I can't take anymore, he moves his hand away. I wilt into his arms. He moves us to the shower seat and sits me across his lap. I will my heartrate to return to normal, cherishing the feel of his loving arms around me while his fingertips stroke up and down my back.
"I love you, Mrs. Eaton," he says then he softly kisses my lips.
"I love you, too, Mr. Eaton," I say.
"Are you hungry?" he asks.
"Starving," I say.
"Well, we better finish our shower then," he says. "I'll make us some breakfast when we're done." He slowly helps me to my feet, allowing me to test my legs first, then follows me up. "I'm hungry, too."
"So where was Tessa going?" I ask as Tobias reaches for my shampoo. "You said it was a surprise."
"Yeah, one I have a feeling isn't going to go over too well with our son based on the way he kept glaring at his sister as they left," he says as he massages a thick lather into my hair.
"What do my mean?" I moan. I love when he shampoos my hair. It's intimate without being sexual.
"Well, the Parrish's took the kids to a children's carnival at the Navy Pier. Will, Liam, and Teags are going to meet them there. He asks, "Are you okay?" when I tense beneath his fingertips. I turn and look up at him.
"You let the kids leave the compound without discussing it with me first?" He sighs.
"Tris, it's okay," he says, obviously bracing for an argument. "They are perfectly safe. They are with some of our nearest and dearest friends. Plus, I had Simon and Tony assign extra staff around the Pier today. Not only because of our kids but all the kids who will be there today."
"What kind of carnival?" I ask, turning my back to him so he can't see my building panic.
"Amity set it up in conjunction with the farmer's market," he says as he runs the hand shower all over my head, rinsing the shampoo. "There will be balloon animals, face painting, children's games, a puppet show, and a small petting zoo."
"Petting zoo?" I've never heard of that.
"I think it's mostly farm animals the kids can interact with."
"Hhm. That sounds like fun," I say.
"It will be," he says as he runs conditioner through my tresses. "I can tell you're worried. I should have discussed it with you first. I'm sorry. We can get dressed and go." My first instinct is to say yes but then I really think about what he just said. They are with people I wholeheartedly trust and Tobias assigned extra security. They're safe. And he arranged for us to be alone.
"No, baby," I say. "I want to stay home with you. We need this time, just me and you."
"Are you sure?" he asks, sounding relieved. He gently tilts my head back to rinse out the conditioner.
"Positive," I say.
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you first about the kids leaving the compound," he says after he finishes.
"To be honest, I don't know how I feel about that," I say. I reach for his bodywash and pour a large amount onto a washcloth. I start at his shoulders with the intention of working my way down. "I'm kind of upset but on the other hand, it was thoughtful of you to surprise me. I just wish you would have talked to me first but there's nothing we can do about that now."
"Don't be mad." I raise my eyes to his, and I can tell he's truly sorry for making me upset.
"It's okay, baby," I say, lightly caressing his cheek. "I'm not mad. And I'll try not to worry too much about the kids. I have to get used to this feeling anyway since I have to go to work tomorrow. It's just so hard since we got those damn pictures. If only we knew what they meant."
"I understand," he says. He turns so I can wash his back. "I swear when I find whoever did this to us, I'm going to kill them." A growl literally rips from his chest, and if I didn't know him so well, it would scare me.
"You'll have to get in line," I snarl, just as pissed as he is.
"Do you know how sexy you are when you get all worked up?" he asks as he turns back my way, a small grin on his lips.
"Are you trying to distract me, Mr. Eaton?" I ask, pointing at the shower seat, indicting he should sit down. I pour a dollop of shampoo into my palm then work my fingers into his hair.
"Would I do that?" he asks. He rests his hands on my hips and gently pulls me forward. I work my fingers into his scalp and he moans.
"Does that feel good?" I ask.
"Incredible," he murmurs.
"Baby, whatcha doin'?" I ask when he leans forward and places feather-light kisses along my abdomen.
"Kissing you," he murmurs, never once taking his mouth off my heated skin. I let my head hang back and my eyes close as my fingers work through his hair. "Your body has always turned me on," his hands cradle our growing babies, "but when you're carrying my child, it absolutely amazes me. It gives and changes, making room for new life. I can't imagine what you go through but I find it incredibly sexy. You amaze me, my love."
"You're so sweet, Tobias," I say. "Tilt your head back, baby." After I rinse the shampoo out of his hair with the hand wand, I lean down and press my lips to his.
"Mm," he moans as I slip my tongue into his mouth.
"We better finish this shower before things get out of control again," I say then give him another kiss.
"Would that be a bad thing?" He runs his hands to my backside and pulls me close. His mouth finds my breast and my breath hitches in my throat.
"No," I moan as I cup his head, "but I'm hungry and, if you remember, so are you."
"You're right," he says, releasing me. "You've made me work up an appetite."
"And I plan to do it all over again after breakfast," I say, "but first we've got to get out of the shower."
"I think I said that about, oh, half-an-hour ago," he says with a deep laugh.
"I think I remember that," I say. "You tried to leave me hanging."
"Would I do that?" he asks as he gets to his feet. He runs conditioner through his hair as I quickly wash my body from head to toe.
"You did do that," I say.
"I apologize, milady," he says, bowing at the waist, which makes me giggle.
"You sure are in a good mood," I say as I turn the water off.
"I got laid," he says, as he nips at my shoulder.
"Tobias!" He just chuckles.
"Does that offend you, love?" he asks as he hands me a towel. His tone is serious but there's a mischievous glint in his eye.
"No," I immediately say without a thought. "I guess it just shocked me. You don't usually say things like that. You've been saying a lot of things you don't usually say like the vasectomy comment last night. I'm glad to see that you're coming around to my way of thinking, but we need to discuss it more before you announce it to a room full of our friends. Then there was the remark about us getting a room."
"I wanted to get a room," he says sexily leering at me, "but let's not talk about a vasectomy if you want my man parts to work anymore today." I let out a little chuckle. Man parts.
"I definitely want your man parts working," I say. "I have plans for you."
"I like the sound of that," he says. I wrap my hair tightly in the towel then instead of handing me another, Tobias starts running the fluffy material all over my body.
"I like being pampered," I sigh once he deems me dry enough.
"You deserve being spoiled once in a while," he says.
"Only once in a while?"
"Only on the days you give me sex."
"Tobias! What's gotten into you?"
"I'd say you but in truth," he leans over and presses his lips to mine, "I got into you." I stand here speechless watching as he finishes drying himself. My mouth goes dry when he drops his towel to the floor, turns around, and stalks out of the bathroom … buck naked.
"You are a naughty boy," I growl out after him. He laughs heartily. I pick up his towel and put it and mine on the towel bar to dry then head into the bedroom. He's sliding a pair of sleep pants over his hips. "Awe, you ruined the scenery." He chuckles as he opens one of the dresser drawers. He rifles through it for a moment then finally retrieves something. He straightens and tosses it my way. It's one of his old t-shirts. I slip it over my head and he grins.
"Now look who's ruining the scenery," he says, shaking his head, tsking.
"Turnabout's fair play," I say, patting his stubbled cheek.
"You're getting sassy," he says as he takes my hand. "I'm not sure I should let you hang out with Zeke anymore."
"I'm getting sassy?" I scoff. He glances back at me over his shoulder with a sexy grin as we descend the stairs. "You've been full of it all day." A slow smile unfurls on his lips as we enter the kitchen and I shake my head.
"So, love, would you like bacon and eggs for breakfast or does something else sound good?"
"Bacon, eggs, and toast," I say. "Maybe some fruit, too." I run a hand over my swelling abdomen. "Hopefully, Button and Bean will let me eat today."
"I hope so, too. It kills me a little each time I have to watch you face down in the toilet, knowing there isn't a damn thing I can do to help you," he says.
"You help a lot just by being there for me," I say. "I love you for that and many other things."
"I love you, too," he says. "You sit here, and I'll fix us breakfast." He lifts me onto the counter beside the stove after a quick kiss. My eyes follow him around the room as he retrieves everything he needs to make us breakfast. If my stomach wasn't rumbling with hunger, another hungry part of me would take over. I definitely love my man in the kitchen.
"Hey, baby?" I ask when a random thought pops into my head. He looks up from his task. "Is there some certain mundane thing that I do that inexplicably turns you on?"
"Um, let me think," he says, pondering my question. "There's not much about you that doesn't turn me on, Tris. Why do you ask?"
"I think you know why," I say, leaning over and nibbling and then kissing him on the chin. "You in the kitchen is like catnip to a kitten. You drive me crazy, and it's not like you're doing anything special but damn you are the sexiest man in the world when you step up to the stove with a spatula in your hand."
"That sounds kind of dirty," he says, wagging his eyebrows.
"You definitely have been spending too much time with your best friend," I murmur, rolling my eyes.
"I'm flattered that me cooking arouses you," he says. "I love how hot and bothered you get. That's why I like having you sit there while I'm cooking. We may not be able to do anything about it most times but it turns you into a wildcat in the bedroom that night."
"You're killing me, baby," I moan. "If I weren't starving, I'd rip off your pants and give you the best damn blowjob of your life." His hand momentarily stops midair then beats the eggs with a renewed vigor.
"That's impossible," he says. I recoil as if he just slapped me across the face. He notices and removes our eggs from above the flames. He steps up in front of me and takes my hands in his. "That's not what I meant, love."
"What did you mean," I whisper, hurt audible in my voice.
"Your skill has greatly improved since that time in the shower but the first time you knelt in front of me and took my in your mouth," he leans in and kisses me softly, "was and will always be, as you put it, the best damn blowjob of my life. You've surprised me in so many ways since you jumped into Dauntless but that was one of the biggest by far."
"Why?" I ask, genuinely not understanding.
"First of all, you did it without me asking," he says. "It was something I never thought we'd share."
"Why not?"
"In listening to the other guys, it's definitely not something all girls like doing," he says. "I had no intention of ever making you do it."
"We aren't just anyone, Tobias," I say. "We're husband and wife, best friends, lovers, soul mates. I can't speak for anyone else, but I can't imagine not wanting to give you all the pleasure you deserve. So, forget about what you've heard from your friends and concentrate on what's right here before you. A willing and able partner who wants to give you the second-best damn blowjob of your life."
"God, I love you," he says. "We'll save that for later."
"Okay and I love you, too." He gives me a quick kiss then steps back to the stove. After a couple minutes, he plates the bacon, eggs, and toast, which he perfectly timed to finish all at once, pours us each a glass of orange juice, and then helps me off the counter. We each carry our plates to the table and sit down.
"So, we're going to the cafeteria for supper?" I ask when we're nearly finished with our meal. That's unusual since it's Sunday, and we save that for a home-cooked meal if at all possible.
"Yeah," he says. "I figured it was the easiest way to get all the kids back at once."
"Thanks again for doing that," I say.
"After the storm last night, we both needed some alone time," he says. "You probably want a nap."
"Maybe after a couple more rounds with my husband."
"That can be arranged." He gives me a sexy grin, a quick kiss, then starts clearing the table. I help.
"I love our kids but I miss lazy, naked Sundays," I say, daydreaming about the very beginning of our relationship when we would stay in bed, making love on Sundays. "We got what, a month's worth before Tyler came to live with us and that many more since?"
"That sounds about right," he says as he wipes off the counters. "We better enjoy today while we can."
"Well, I think that about does it in here," I say, looking around our sparkling kitchen. "Thank you for the wonderful breakfast." He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
"It was my pleasure." He glides his mouth up my neck to my ear. I try to relax into his embrace but a subject that's been on my mind for a while scratches at my brain.
"I want to talk about something before we get too carried away," I murmur.
"What's that?" he asks, raking his teeth along the delicate skin of my neck. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm going to need all my courage for this conversation.
"Anal sex," I say, my voice soft but strong. I'm glad my back is too him because I know my face just went uber red. His lips still against my skin then he wrenches back and turns me around so I'm looking at him. "We haven't talked about it since I told you about what happened in the training room that night. I think we should talk more about it. If you want to, that is."
"Okay," he slowly says. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the couch. We sit side-by-side, our bodies angled so our knees are touching. "Have you been thinking about it?"
"Yes," I say. "I want to experience everything there is to experience with you." He carefully studies me. I wonder if he sees how I'm feeling right now: nervous, intrigued, excited, scared. He reaches out and cups my face.
"You really want to try, don't you?" He seems stupefied.
"Yes."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled you want to try but I'd like to know why," he says. "And just so you know, no matter what we decide right now, nothing is going to happen today so you can calm down."
'How did you know I'm nervous?" I ask. He places his hand over my left breast.
"Your heart is racing, love," he says. My heart is pounding so hard I'm afraid it might break a rib. "So why do you want to try it?"
"Because the thought intrigues me," I say. "And because you want to. But mainly because I love you, Tobias. We've shared so much together. I truly want to experience everything there is with you." He lets out a breath I didn't know he was holding.
"I'm glad it's not just for me," he says, touching his lips to mine for a soft kiss. "We'll take it slow. Talk about it more before we go there. Thank you."
"Baby, you've given me so much, and you ask for very little in return," I say. "I want to try this with you but only because it's you. I love you."
"How did I get so lucky?" he asks. His hard length twitches beneath me, and I slowly grind against him, making him moan.
"I think we're both extraordinarily lucky to have found each other," I say. "I thank God every day for leading me to Dauntless, leading me to my true self, leading me to you."
"I'm all yours, my love," he heatedly says. "Only yours." He cups the back of my neck and drags my mouth to his. The kiss is teasing and sensual but soon becomes savage and needy with our tongues twisting and tangling together. "I want you so much," he says his voice rough as sandpaper. He tears the t-shirt he gave me up and off my body leaving me bare and trembling on his lap. He tosses it to the floor without a second thought. He stands, twists, and gently lays me on the couch. My thighs part and he settles between them. He murmurs words of love and adoration against my heated skin as he kisses his way down to my exposed chest. He palms one aching mound while he slowly laps at the pebbled peak of the other. I bring my hand to his head, pulling him closer, never wanting this sensation to end. My core throbs relentlessly as he gently tugs on the sensitive nipple with his teeth, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I moan and writhe as he thoroughly explores every inch of my breasts with his mouth and hands. He brings me to the edge and keeps me there, and he's only touching my chest.
I sigh when he abandons my aching breasts and moves down to my swollen abdomen. He gently runs his hands around as he places soft, open-mouthed kisses over the bump. I reach out and caress his cheek when I hear his murmured words of love to our unborn babies. He covers my hand with his then turns his head and kisses each fingertip and my heart swells.
He moves further down still, smattering kisses along the way. He puts one of my legs over his shoulder and grasps my knee with the other and moves it closer to my heaving chest. The thrill of anticipation courses through my body. He glances up and pins me with his heated gaze. My tongue darts out and moistens my suddenly-parched lips as we stare at one another. He kisses the inside of my left knee and then my right, never taking his eyes off mine.
"Quit teasing, baby," I groan.
"Would I do that?" he asks.
"You're doing it right now," I say. Then I remember his earlier instruction. If I want something, all I have to do is ask. "Put your mouth here." I run my fingers over my moist opening. "Please!"
"Anything for you, love," he says. I melt into the couch cushions with a sigh when he very slowly and very methodically licks all over my sex, faithfully avoiding my aching bundle of nerves. He's always taken great care to make sure that I come hard and come often but something seems different right now. He's taking his sweet time like he's savoring a fine wine, driving me out of my mind. Every time I think I know what's coming next, he changes direction.
"So good," I murmur as I run my hands over my naked chest and belly then tangle my fingers in his unruly hair. The intensity in his eyes causes a shiver. Every time he goes down on me is great but he's savoring every inch of my flesh, making me ache with desire. I roughly massage his scalp as his tongue continuously moves, bringing me closer to release. He licks all around my nubbin with just the tip then down through my moist folds, sucking the lips into his mouth one at a time and then both at once. My needy nub throbs painfully from being ignored.
He finally relents and gives my body what it's practically screaming for. I let out a long, torturous groan and my hips buck up to meet his mouth of their own accord. He immediately firms up his grip and pulls me closer to him. He tightly wraps his arms around both my legs, effectively keeping pinned in place as he solely concentrates on the aching bundle of nerves.
"Oh, God, Tobias," I moan as I tighten my fists in his hair, pushing his face closer to my core. He holds me a little tighter and his tongue becomes more aggressive, finding the sweet spot that's known to catapult me into another realm. My heart feels like it's trying to beat its way out of my chest, and my lungs work painfully hard to get the air I need. Every time my release is in reach, he changes up his touch, torturing me with pleasure. "Please, baby. I need to come. Please!" He takes pity on me ad attacks the throbbing bundle with everything he's got. I scream as I arch off the couch, my whole body heaving as the release works its way through me. When I flop back, replete, Tobias slows then stops. My legs throb where he was holding me, and I know I'll probably have bruises but I don't give a shit. That was one hell of an orgasm or twelve. I'm not entirely sure. I lost all sense of time and space there for a moment or maybe it was an hour. Like I said, I don't know.
He sits back on his heels and stares down at me. There's a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead – he must have been working hard – and a sheen of something else on his chin. I feel a blush spread across my whole body when he licks his lips and winks, a cocky look shining in his eyes. He leans over me and sensually presses his lips to mine. He slowly kisses me then presses his tongue through my parted lips and meets mine in a sensuous tango. I can taste myself on his mouth, and I moan deeply, feeling the flame deep in my core reignite.
"Baby, I need you inside of me," I moan against his lips.
"How do you want me, love?" he asks.
"From behind," I say, not embarrassed to ask for what I want right now. "Hard."
"You want it rough?"
"I need you to make this ache go away," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Make me scream."
