My eyes slowly drift open, and I look around the room and see it's black as night indicating we are still hours away from dawn. I feel Tobias' callused fingers resting on the bare skin of my right thigh, so I reach down and lace my fingers with his and bring his hand up to my lips and kiss it. Then I wrap his arm around me, placing our joined hands on my heart feeling the comfort and safety of his embrace.
The events of the previous evening come flooding back, and I freeze. How in the world did I end up with that particular package? Anyone could have picked up that gift. How did I end up with it? Was it meant for me or was it meant for Tobias? Was it meant for Will or Tori? What is going on? Why do people hate Divergents so much? My head starts spinning, and I feel panic starting to spread through me. A sigh escapes my mouth.
"Tris?" Tobias asks. I momentarily stiffen in his arms before melting into him. "Are you okay?"
"Did I wake you up?" I ask, not wanting to answer his question.
"No," he says against my ear. I feel his hot breath on my neck, and I immediately forget my troubles, our troubles, Dauntless' troubles. I release his hand and turn in his arms so I'm facing him.
I lightly run my fingertips down his cheek then tangle my hand in his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. Falling asleep earlier robbed me of my goodnight kiss, and I'm going to take full advantage of the fact he's awake right now. The kiss starts out slow, our lips moving together unhurriedly, lovingly. He opens his mouth and runs his tongue along my bottom lip, prompting me to open for him. He slides his tongue into my mouth and glides it leisurely against mine. Soon the kiss deepens and is fevered and passionate, full of longing and want. He rolls us so I'm on top of him, and I wrap both my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his curls again, still moving my mouth with his. I let my legs fall to either side of his hips feeling his growing need, and we gasp into each other's open mouth. I pull back to catch my breath, and his mouth goes to the hollow at the base of my throat. Instead of slowing my heart rate, this causes it to quicken even more. His hands roam up and down my back leaving a trail of heat everywhere they touch me. When he reaches the bottom of my nightgown, he gently pulls at the hem. I lean up a little letting him slide the silky material up my body and off over my head, tossing it to the floor. My mouth goes back to his with a new sense of urgency. I want him desperately. I feel his hands moving over me. They seem to be everywhere at once: my shoulders, my back, my arms, my legs, my hair. He pulls me closer even though I didn't think it was possible. I feel his hands at my bra and anticipation courses through me but he pauses then slows the kiss and pulls back. I'm not going to let him stop us, not after all the other interruptions that have kept us from making love. I'm totally in love with him, and I want to experience every part of him and I want to experience him now.
I decide to take control of the situation. I sit up so I'm straddling his hips, and I bravely reach behind me, undo the three hooks that hold my bra together, and slowly slide it off my arms, letting it graze his chest before I toss it to the floor. He sits up so we are nose-to-nose. I can feel my heavy breathing duplicated in his heaving chest. I feel his arms go around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His mouth lands on mine as his hands roam up and down my naked back. I move my hands down to his hips and grasp the hem of the black tank top he uses as a sleep shirt and drag it up his body. He breaks our kiss just long enough for me to move the shirt over his head. I toss it away as our lips once again fall together in a desire-filled kiss, and we hold each other, never wanting to let go. I love the feeling of my bare skin on his. It's making me dizzy with want, with need.
We part, gasping for air, and I put my fingers in his hair and pull his head back exposing his throat to me. I put my mouth on his pulse point and suck just a little. He moans and I smile. I love that I'm turning him on just as much as he turns me on. I lick up to the sensitive spot below his right ear and kiss him tenderly. I feel him slide his hands from my waist up to cover my breasts and massage gently, sending a jolt of electricity between my legs. I truly know what desire feels like now. My heart is hammering in my chest from his gentle touch, and there's an unfamiliar pressure building just below my navel. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth back to mine. This kiss sets me on fire, threatening to burn through my veins leaving only ash in its wake. He takes his hands off me and wraps his arms around me holding me close. He twists us around so he's on top of me. I can feel his strong desire pressing into me. He breaks the kiss and draws in a jagged breath.
"Tris?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "Are you sure? We can stop."
"No we can't, Tobias," I say putting my hands on either side of his face, caressing lovingly. "I've never felt like this before. I love you so much." I lean up and place a soft kiss on his mouth then pull back slightly. "I want you ... all of you ... I don't want to stop." I kiss him again. "I want to feel you, every part of you. I want you. Please, Tobias, I need you."
"I love you so damn much, do you hear me," he says. "I've never loved anyone but you. I never will love anyone but you." He puts his mouth back to mine, and the kiss is much gentler than I expect. We kiss, moving our lips together, our tongues together, letting the passion build to new heights. He pulls his lips away from mine and kisses, licks, and nips down my neck to my shoulder and kisses each one of my ravens. I lie back enjoying the feeling of his hot mouth on my bare skin. My heart is beating at a frenzied pace when his mouth covers my right breast. He draws my nipple into his mouth and laps his tongue around the bud causing it to stand at attention. I moan loudly as I entwine my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me as my back arches of its own volition begging for more. He switches to my left breast, biting and teasing. When he takes my nipple into his mouth I shudder with pleasure and pull his mouth closer to me still, and he laughs lightly. I can feel each sensation pulsate between my thighs. I moan even louder and his mouth lands on mine with a crushing need.
We kiss for what seems like forever when he leans back onto his knees and puts his hands on the sides of my lacy boy shorts. My heart stops then picks up double time. I'm afraid that if it keeps up at this pace it's going to burst free from my chest. Tobias very slowly lowers my underwear until I'm lying naked before him. I can feel a blush rise in me even though he can't see me. I feel him get off the bed, and I hear rustling of fabric as he slides out of his sleep pants. When he returns to the bed, he lies between my outstretched legs, and I feel the new sensation of no barriers when his naked body slides against my naked body. I gasp when I feel his hard length against my leg. He is big, really big. His mouth returns to mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his hands exploring my body, making me want him that much more with every touch. He slides his hand down my body then between my legs. I gasp when he slowly enters a finger into my tight womanhood, finding I'm ready for him. He withdraws his finger just as slowly, and I feel him position his hard manhood at my entrance. I kiss him again, this time with deep yearning but he soon pulls his mouth away from mine.
"You need to promise me that if you need to stop, for any reason, you'll tell me," he says huskily. I can only nod at him. He lies his forehead against mine, and I feel the weight of his body on mine for the very first time. I feel him pushing and he slides inside me, just a little, stretching me, causing me to gasp at this new feeling. He stops, letting me get used to this foreign sensation. After a moment he applies more pressure and slides in a little deeper. He leans down and lightly kisses my mouth then pushes again sliding in a few more inches. I moan into his mouth when he hits my resistance. He pauses for a moment then pulls back a few inches then pushes past my barrier and into me a little further bringing a startled gasp from my lips because of the pain. He stops, letting me grow accustom to the fullness. Then he rocks back a little and pushes in until he is fully seated in me. I scream into his shoulder and hold myself tightly against him. Holy shit! It hurts. He freezes.
"Tris?" he asks, panic in his voice.
"Give me a minute," I murmur, panting loudly. "You're so big. I wasn't ... I didn't know..." I let the words fall away. I relax the best I can, breathing through the pain, trying to make room for his girth. He moves to pull out of me, and I hold onto him with all my might. "No, Tobias. Make love to me, please. I need you." I kiss him and move my hips up to his to show him I'm okay. He's still for a long time – I know he's torn – but finally he groans and slowly moves his hips nearly all the way back, almost sliding out of me before gently pushing back into me, causing me to moan. Thankfully the pain is less this time. He keeps up this slow tempo of sliding out and pushing in, kissing me on the mouth, shoulders, and breasts for some time, allowing me time to get used to the feeling of having him inside me. It isn't long before the pain turns to sweet pleasure. Soon he's pushing harder, and I'm matching him thrust for thrust. The foreign pressure begins to build as the tempo quickens even faster causing me to have a hard time catching my breath. The pressure builds and builds with each thrust. I hold tight to him and treasure each new sensation flowing through my body. As I near my summit, he puts his hands on my hips, holding me tight, and speeds the rhythm even further.
"Oh God ... oh ... oh God ... Tobias ... oh God ... Tooobbbiiiaaasss!" I scream as I reach the peak, experiencing my first orgasm. My eyes roll back in my head, my toes curl, and I grab ahold of his back with both hands. He thrusts into me one final time, holds completely still, and releases himself inside of me with a groan. My body quivers and spasms around his girth with aftershocks causing him to moan. Then he collapses on top of me, and I feel his entire weight on me. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, unwilling to have him move even an inch away just yet. How could I have ever been scared of that? That was amazing. He leverages himself up on his forearm and runs his other hand through my curls. He lower his mouth to mine and kisses me sweetly.
"I love you, Tris," he breathlessly says, his voice full of emotion. He pulls out of me and gathers me up in his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder and my hand on his chest. We let our breathing return to normal. Every so often I feel his mouth in my hair. I lean my head back and reach up and stroke his face then pull him to me.
"I love you, Tobias Eaton, so much," I say before I pull his mouth to mine. I kiss him softly for a moment. When I breakaway from the kiss, I involuntarily yawn but I don't want to sleep. I want to enjoy this time with him.
"Get some sleep. I've set the alarm." I fight it as long as I can, and as I'm drifting off to sleep, safe and secure in his strong, loving arms, his hand caressing my hair, I think I hear him say, "I love you, Beatrice. More today than yesterday but not as much as tomorrow."