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Chapter 54

Tris

We enter the building and close the door behind us. Tobias turns the lock to keep anyone from following us inside. Then we both stand quietly in the hallway, listening hard for any sound that would mean we're not alone in this place.

But there's nothing to be heard other than the storm raging outside and the heavy raindrops falling on the street.

"Let me check the first floor," Tobias whispers and starts to move on into what once must have been a living room.

I follow him as silently as I can, not wanting him to go on his own while I'm condemned to waiting in the hallway, dripping wet.

The room is empty. There's no furniture apart from the kitchen unit at the right. Tobias walks over and opens a few cupboards. They're empty. Good, that means we didn't accidentally walk into someone's home.

"Let's go upstairs," I say and turn around.

The wooden stairs squeak under our steps as we ascend, and we're both relieved to find the upper rooms as deserted as the ones downstairs.

There are three rooms, and only one isn't entirely empty. Someone must have used it as a bedroom. An old mattress is lying on the floor underneath a slant of the roof, and a dark table and two unstable-looking chairs stand beside the only window on the other side. Tobias goes over and rips the moth-eaten curtains off.

"What are you doing?" I ask, frowning as I watch him put both vermilion drapes down on one of the chairs.

"I thought we could use them as towels. There's nothing else available," he shrugs and removes his wet sweatshirt. He's right, we're both dripping wet, our clothes completely soaked from the downpour outside.

I want to walk over to Tobias, but stay rooted where I am as I watch him struggle to take off his T-shirt. The wet fabric seems to stick to his skin, and I laugh at the fight he has to put up with it. When he finally manages to pull it over his head and lets it fall to the floor where it lands with a splat, he chuckles, too, "What, are you laughing at me now? You should see yourself, you're all drenched from head to toe, too!"

"Hey, don't be unfair, it's not my fault we took that shower," I giggle as I take two steps towards him, bow down and start to shake my head so my hair goes flying around, bathing him in more drops.

"Tris," he laughs out in surprise, carefree and real, the way I love it, "what are you doing? Stop it! You're getting me all wet!"

He reaches out for me, trying to get hold of me to stop me, but I quickly turn around and take a step away from him.

"I can't get you any wetter than you already are," I shriek with laughter when he finally gets hold of my body, covering me from behind, his arms around me, holding my wrists to prevent me from doing any more harm.

"You may be a member now, but I'm still stronger than you, so don't think you can get away with this kind of behavior," he playfully scolds me.

There's a second of silence and standstill, just one, before he starts tickling my stomach and I start wrestling against him, shaking with laughter.

"Stop, please, Tobias, I apologize, I swear I'm sorry, please stop, I'm so sorry," I beg him between giggles.

"Okay, but you have to promise me that you'll behave," he chuckles and his hands move to hold my wrists to prevent me from starting a counterattack and tickle him back. Smart boy, he is.

"I promise to behave the way I should and not spatter raindrops on you anymore," I say, adding some feigned solemnity to my voice.

"Accepted," Tobias replies, his mouth close to my ear now. But he doesn't let go of my wrists yet.

Instead, we both stand still, frozen. I'm suddenly very aware of Tobias' proximity, his body close behind me, while the mood in the room changes from playful to humming with tension without us intentionally doing anything.

He doesn't keep hold of my wrists when I pull my hands free and move them to the hem of my sweater. His hands go to my hips while I pull the wet fabric over my head. Even the top I'm wearing underneath it is soaked. I remove it, too, but slowly, to tease Tobias a little more. I know he's watching me closely undress, although I can't see him. It's enough to feel him behind me, the evidence of his arousal growing against my butt and lower back.

Tobias

I swallow, my eyes glued to Tris' fingers trailing along her collarbones. It reminds me of how she reacts whenever I kiss her there. I wonder if she's doing this on purpose.

She pushes the straps of her bra off slowly, and they fall down her arms. Without ever looking at me she moves her hands between us and unhooks her bra, then lets it leisurely glide off her body until it falls to the floor.

There's something unbelievably sexy about watching her undress in front of me, especially since she seems to like playing with me by doing so. I keep my hands on her hips as she leans back against me, her wet hair cold against my bare chest. She must feel how hard I am for her, and I resist turning her around just yet, curious about what she'll do next.

With my head tilted over her shoulder, I watch her fingertips run down from her collarbones between her breasts to her bellybutton. Her nipples are hard from the cold wetness of the rain. I hiss at seeing her open her pants and hook her fingers in the belt loops to slowly push them down. The fabric sticks to her skin, so she has to shake her hips to get them off, rubbing her cute ass over my groin.

That's what actually breaks my self-restraint and I can't resist her any longer. I flip her around quickly and she gasps. I press my lips firmly on hers and walk her backwards as fast as possible with her pants still around her ankles, until she hits the table. I pick her up and sit her down on the wooden surface, then break the kiss only to hastily pull off her pants, shoes and socks. Her hands pulling on my hair eagerly, causing a slight pain, urge me to hurry up.

I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, so I can stand between them, then push my hardness against her core and my lips back on hers.

Tris moans as she shifts closer to the edge of the tabletop and pulls me against her with her hands on my butt, strongly. I run my hands up her thighs to her ass and up her back to her neck, and then I start roaming them over her body without caring where they are any longer. I just stroke whatever part of her I reach, and she hurriedly opens the top button of my pants and then yanks the other ones open with a strong pull.

She shoves the jeans down as far as she can reach on the back of my thighs until they drop down to my ankles, but I don't care about kicking them off. I'm too busy rolling my hips against hers, losing myself in the feeling.

Tris

Tobias letting go of his self-control is an unbelievable turn-on. He touches me for real this time, not afraid he might hurt me, or constantly checking if I'm still comfortable, and it's the spark I've been waiting for to start a fire in me.

I let go, too, allowing myself to touch him as roughly as he touches me, eager to feel his skin heat up under my hands. He groans into my mouth while we kiss, passionately letting our tongues fool around, and I knead his butt after pulling down his briefs just enough in the back to be able to touch him there.

My panties are moist with wetness, a mix of water and arousal, when Tobias pulls them down my thighs and immediately presses himself back against me, now only his briefs left between us. I moan at the friction, not feeling cold at all anymore.

"I want to taste you," Tobias breathes between kisses and waits a few seconds before lowering himself in front of me, giving me a chance to back out. But this time I don't. I'm too overwhelmed by the intensity of my longing for him, by how much I want him, need him, and by how much he wants me. I can still stop him if I don't like it.

Well, that was easily the most unnecessary thought, I find out as soon as Tobias licks along my opening and up to my clit, which he then focuses on. I gasp at the first flick of his tongue against this spot, at the jolts it sends through me, and I instantly want his lips to stay on me. I have to steady myself with my hands to not fall off the table when he covers me with his mouth and caresses me with his tongue, circling me. All the shyness in the world could not be strong enough to keep me from enjoying the pleasure of this experience.

When he changes from circling me to sucking my nub gently, I put my legs around his back in seek of contact and soon he pushes a finger into me.

"Tobias," I moan his name weakly as my head drops back and I feel as if I'm melting under his caress.

Tobias

I draw a last circle with my tongue and then change to sucking her clit. Fuck, her body's reaction is instant. Her legs cross behind my back, kind of trapping me where I am, and she starts to shiver from what I do to her.

Kissing her this way is the most arousing thing I've ever done. The smell and taste of her are irresistible, and more than anything, I want to make her come. I want to push her, push her deeper into lust and pleasure, push her until she can't be pushed further. I want this special proof of her trust in me, that she'll forget the world around her with me being her single anchor to it.

I bring one of my hands from her lower back between her thighs. She's spread wide open now that her legs are wrapped around me, and I insert a finger into her. Tris moans my name and her head falls back, and then I listen to her hard breathing as I continue my efforts. I could go on like this forever, the sounds coming out of her mouth like music in my ears.

Tris

I was never this close to falling apart in front of him as I am now, with his mouth on me and his finger stroking in and out of me. Nonetheless, it's not how I want it to be like this first time.

"Tobias, I want you inside me, now."

I'm not sure if he has heard me when he doesn't react. No wonder, my voice sounds weak, it's barely audible. I try again.

"I want to come with you inside me."

This time, he has heard me. He gets up and positions himself between my legs. My breathing is ragged. One thrust of him, and he'll be inside me.

Tobias

Oh, how could I resist a demand like this?

I'm right where she wants me to be.

"Tris," I say, "look at me."

And she does. Our eyes meet and I sink into her, her warmth and wetness embracing me. It's much more intimate this way, holding each other's gaze.

Tris

I force my eyes to stay open as he demands me to look at him. Our eyes meet as he pushes into me in one slow stroke until he can't go any deeper. I have to swallow at the intensity of his gaze. It is as if he could look directly into my soul.

We stop for a moment before he pulls out of me almost entirely and then thrusts back in, groaning. I wrap a hand around his neck, the other one still behind me on the table to keep me from falling backwards. It's unbelievable what a difference it makes to keep our eyes locked, to know he can see every tiny reaction that shows in my face and, at the same time, to witness the abundance of emotions flashing behind his eyes.

Tobias

My body demands me to go faster, but it's difficult in this position. I also want to caress her, but there's so little room for my hand between our bodies.

Still inside her, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her over the few steps to the other side of the room. I want to lie down on the mattress with her, but the way our bodies are connected, it proves to be difficult. In the end, I have to pull out of her and set her down on her feet.

"Make love to me, Tobias," Tris whispers and pulls my head down. Right before our lips make contact, she stops me by cupping my cheek with her small hand, adding, "Make love to me without fear."

I so want to fulfill that need as I bring my lips down on hers to kiss her, forcing her mouth open with my tongue without wasting time. Our kiss is deep and passionate as I settle down with her on the mattress, playing with her breasts as I try to decide if I'm brave enough to follow my impulse to turn her onto her stomach.

Tris

"Make love to me without fear."

It's what I want most. He kisses me, hard, challenging my tongue to play with his. He has never been this rough with me, one of his hands clasping my shoulder, the other massaging my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers, causing a slight pain that only dissolves into more longing.

This is what I wished for, what I've been daydreaming of: him and me, fearless with each other.

Tobias

I flip her around under me, admiring her beautiful backside as I stroke her firmly with one hand from her neck down along her spine to her butt.

I've fantasized about having sex with her this way since the first time I fell asleep spooning her, and now I want to try it.

Tris

I'm surprised when he turns me around onto my stomach, sending more excitement rushing through me. I wasn't expecting us to do this so soon.

His hand runs downwards from my neck, his full palm pressed onto my skin. I shiver when he reaches the curve between my lower back and my butt, and then he pushes my legs apart with one hand on each thigh and for a moment I feel strangely exposed. It doesn't go unnoticed.

"Relax," he says, smoothing his hands up my thighs and sides before claiming my body again. I gasp at the feeling of him taking me from behind, the angle making him hit the right spot inside me to make me quiver underneath him.

He lies his body down on me and sneaks a hand around my waist. When he has placed his fingers where I need them most and presses them against my clit, he starts moving in a steady pace, getting faster as his lust rises, and now I know it won't be long until he makes me come.

My whole body is raging with desire, my every nerve dedicated to the sensations he's giving me.

"Don't stop," I whimper, out of breath, and then there's this tiny moment before I climax, this tiny moment in which I am aware that it's irrevocably going to happen, and then all thoughts leave my mind as all tension inside me shatters into fiery pieces running through my system, consuming me.

I don't know how long this feeling lasts, but when I come back down from it, I instantly miss it, wanting more.

So this is what it's like — highly addictive.

I pull at Tobias' wrist, so that he'll know to take his hand away, me being too overly sensitive to be touched right now. He's breathing heavily against my neck, still hard inside me. But I need a moment, my body asking me for a short break after the intensity of what it just went through.

The silence between us is comfortable, our ragged breathing the only sound to be heard apart from the constant hammering of heavy raindrops on the roof. Tobias is waiting for a sign from me to go on, so I flex my hips up a bit, and he gets it and slowly starts moving again.

It's still intense and now, with my immediate desire satisfied, I get to focus on more details than before, feeling every inch of him moving in and out of me, his hands grabbing the ragged sheets on each side of me so his knuckles turn white, the throatiness of his groans, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, literally trapping me underneath him, until his thrusts become more erratic, and he starts to shiver above me.

"Tris," he exclaims, his voice thick with need, as he pushes himself fully inside me one last time and stills.

Tobias

I've never had an orgasm this intense before. I slump down on her, my muscles momentarily too weak to hold up my weight any longer. I turn my head to her face. She watches me with gleaming eyes.

"Oh Tris, I love you so much," I breathe out, unable to contain the words. Why would I want to, anyway? She looks adorable, all flushed and sweaty, her hair a tangled mess, and I am still amazed she let herself lose control like this in front of me.

"I love you, too," she replies softly, and I admire the devotion in her tone. No hint of doubts, not the slightest.

Then a grin spreads across her face, a wide one, genuine.

"And I love what you just did to my body," she whispers, breaking eye-contact for only a heartbeat.

"That," I can't help smiling back at her, "was impossible to miss."

I lean closer and kiss her, very gently, needing this contrast after our rather rough lovemaking.

After pulling out of her, I get up to fetch the crumpled curtains. I cover her naked body with them before I stroll back over to the table, picking up our clothes that lie scattered across the room.

Tris

I watch him drape our wet pants and shirts over the furniture, admiring his good shape and how he's perfectly at ease walking up and down the room naked. He has nothing to hide from my eyes anymore and, after he kissed me most intimately on this table earlier, neither have I. The thought is liberating.

Soon, he's back by my side and I enjoy the nearness of him. His touch is soft and caring, the silence between us pleasant and intimate.

Eventually, another smile plays at the corners of his mouth, the kind of smile that's caused by a happy memory crossing your mind.

"What are you thinking of?" I ask, curious.

"You noticed that, mh?" he asks me back. "Do you remember the morning you walked in on me?"

I have to smile at the memory, too. "I think I'll never forget that sight."

"Well, the reason I was so... turned on that morning was that I'd had a dream of you and me, and it involved the wall and the kitchen counter."

I chuckle at his confession. "So what made you think of it right now?"

"The mood. We were so at ease in this dream, so carefree and passionate and fearless, and back then, I wondered if we could ever be like that in reality, and I just realized that now we are."

DISCLAIMER: I own neither the Divergent world nor the characters, they belong to Veronica Roth.