He gently lies me down in the middle of our bed after pulling the quilt and top sheet off and tossing them to the floor. I pull him down with me so I can feel his weight on me, which I now crave. He tenderly caresses my face while I gaze lovingly into his expressive dark blue eyes. They darken slightly and dilate as we stare at one another, signaling to me he wants me as much as I want him. He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, building the anticipation even more. Finally his lips lands on mine, and he kisses me slowly, thoroughly exploring every inch of my mouth with his talented tongue. I wrap my arms around him and pull him as close as I can, then I let my hands wander over his back, lightly tracing every inch of his familiar tattoo from memory. His hands wander up and down my body leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touches. Soon his hand sneaks its way up under the hem of my t-shirt, and I feel the caress of his callused fingertips on the soft skin of my stomach and side sending tremors straight between my thighs.
"Sit up, Tobias," I say, breathlessly, lightly pushing him off of me. He sits back, allowing me to sit up. I boldly place my hands on the hem of his skintight long-sleeved black t-shirt, not taking my eyes off of his, and slowly raise it up trailing my fingertips behind. He raises his arms to allow me to get his shirt off over his head, and I casually toss it to the floor. He moves his hands to my hips and deliberately places them under the hem of my shirt. I lift my hands above my head to help him, and he impatiently raises my shirt in one quick fluid motion and tosses it over his shoulder. He puts his arms around me and pushes me back down on the bed but my feet get tangled slightly with his, causing a gasp to escape my lips involuntarily. He freezes, concern on his face, and looks deep into my eyes, which are flickering with pain.
"It's just my ankle. It got caught up. I just need to move it. I'm okay," I say, hoping this little mishap hasn't ended our afternoon early.
"Have you taken your medicine today?" he asks, leveraging himself above me, always the caregiver. Do I dare lie to him and tell him yes? I sigh.
"No, I haven't." He goes to get off the bed, and I wrap my hands around his arm and pull as hard as I can but it barely moves him. "Don't leave," I plead.
"Hey," he says running his hand down the side of my face. "I'll be right back, I promise." I relent and let him go. When he leaves the room, I flop back on the bed, pouting.
"That's a hell of a face," he says with humor in his voice from across the room. When I finally open my eyes, he's standing by the bed with a grin on his face and a glass of water in one hand and three pills in the other. "Take these," he says as he hands me both. I take the medicine with the water then hand the glass back to him. He puts it on top of the dresser then walks back over to me and slides into bed beside me. I look up at him.
"You're not stopping?" I ask, new hope bubbling up in me.
"Not unless you want to," he says with a devilish grin on his face.
"Why didn't you wait until after then?" I shyly ask, really wanting to know.
"Do you think I could enjoy myself with you in pain, Tris? You don't know me very well then," he says running his hand through my hair. He doesn't want me in pain. "I love you too much for that."
"I love you, Tobias … so much. Now where were we?" He gently places his lips to mine and kisses me sweetly. After a few minutes he opens my mouth with his, and we let our tongues dance. I let my hands roam over his hard chest and down to his rock solid abs. He moans into my open mouth at my touch. We break apart to catch our breath, and he starts lightly trailing the tip of his tongue down my neck, placing butterfly kisses on my collar bone. I feel my breath coming quicker as my heart threatens to burst out of my chest. He slowly kisses my largest raven, then licks to the next placing a kiss on it. I gasp and toss my head to the side on the pillow. He kisses my third and final raven then pops back up momentarily and places a deep, need-filled kiss on my lips. He reaches beneath me and expertly unhooks my bra but doesn't move it away from my body. I hold tight to him and let my energy flow into him. Once again he breaks our kiss then repeats the licking, kissing, and teasing until he reaches my bra. I struggle for breath when he reaches up and moves the straps down my arms and away, really exposing me to him for the first time. He's had quick peeks here and there before but now he's filling his eyes, taking in the site before him. I can't help it, the hungry look in his eye causes me to blush from head to toe.
"God, you're beautiful. Don't be embarrassed. You're so perfect," he says. I watch him as he places his mouth on my breast and draws my nipple into his mouth. A ripple shoots from his mouth directly to my womanhood as I arch my back. He teases me with his tongue, rolling it over and around the bud, biting tenderly. I wind my fingers in his hair and hold him to me with all my might, not ever wanting this to stop. The sensation is even better than it was this morning. He moves his mouth to my other breast and repeats the sweet torture.
"Oh, God!" I moan as he keeps licking, sucking, biting, and teasing. I actually feel him smile against my skin. He moves his mouth to just below my breasts and trails kisses down to my navel. By this time, my breath is coming in short pants. He leans between my parted legs and puts his hands on the waistband of my yoga pants, then looks up into my eyes. I raise my hips a little, allowing him to slowly slide my pants down, trailing his fingers along my skin, teasing me, until he tosses them to the floor along with my shirt and bra. I tremble with each touch, longing to be closer to him now that what once was a tiny spark is a raging inferno. He kisses each pelvic bone lovingly then kisses his way back up until I'm writhing with lust. When his hungry mouth lands on mine, I swear I'm going to explode.
After a long moment of his lips moving deliberately and expertly with mine, making the anticipation grow to new heights, I move my body to let him know that I want on top. He carefully rolls us, and I straddle his hips and sit up looking down into his glassy eyes. He reaches up and covers my chest with his hands, massaging gently, and I toss my head back and moan as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. When I find that I once again can breathe, I run just my fingertips down the muscles of his flawless chest to his rock hard abs, which honestly make me a little jealous. How is it that this perfect specimen of a man was made for me? I lower myself so that I am lying flat against him, giving him my entire weight. I lean up and kiss his left eye, then move and kiss his right eye. I kiss the tip of his nose and move to kiss the end of his chin. I finally move my mouth to his and leisurely kiss him. Then I trail my tongue lightly down and kiss the sensitive spot beneath his right ear then kiss the ear itself, sticking my tongue in a little. He lets out a ragged moan as I suck on the lobe and wraps his arms around me so tight that it's almost painful.
"Not so rough, Tobias," I say, the desire-laced voice sounding foreign to my own ears, and he loosens his grip on me. I reach behind me, taking his hands in mine and raise them up over his head. I lace my fingers with his, pushing him back with my weight, never taking my eyes off of his, making him my prisoner. I kiss him again, this time with more passion, then I return my mouth to his right ear, one of the most sensitive spots on his body I've found so far. I lightly trace all the lines with my tongue, teasing, probing, and kissing. He groans again, louder and escapes my hold and roams his hands gently all over my back, up to the shoulders, then down to my behind, squeezing gently. I tangle the fingers of my right hand in his hair and caress him with the fingers of my left hand. I trail sweet little kisses down his neck from his ear. I release my fingers from his hair and slide down his body enjoying what the friction does to my now sensitive nipples, dropping kisses as I go.
When I reach his chest, I look up into his eyes and seductively lick my lips then lightly flick my tongue out and lap at his hard bud. He groans and throws his head back. I can't hide my delight at his pleasure and a girlish giggle escapes my lips. He moans again when I wrap my lips around his nipple, pulling it into my mouth like he did with mine. He moves his hands and tangles them in my hair, holding me to him. I tease and kiss him for a while before slowly moving across his chest. I lick, bite, kiss, suck, and tease until he roughly pulls me up to his mouth and kisses me with ferocity, his tongue deftly moving in and out of my mouth like he's making love to it. I pull back when I can no longer think straight and kiss my way back down his body never taking my eyes off of his. Finally, I lean back on my knees in between his spread legs and put my hands on the waistband of his jeans. His hands come to help me but I shake my head no at him, and he lets them drop. My hands visibly shake as I unbutton his pants and move to his zipper. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves then quickly move the zipper down feeling his hard manhood beneath my hand causing a ripple of desire to shoot through my body and my mouth to go dry. I lick my lips while still looking in his eyes and inch his jeans down his body. He raises his hips to help me, and I pull his jeans down and off and throw them with the other discarded clothing. I turn my attention back to him and gasp, my eyes growing large as I take in the site in front of me. He is leaning up on his elbows, his eyes glazed over with pure lust and his chest heaving rugged breaths in and out, in little black and gray striped boxer briefs that are doing little to contain his engorged manhood.
"Don't be scared, Tris. That's just how much I want you right now," he hoarsely says, taking in the panic in my eyes. I swallow the fear down and raise my eyes up to his and take in his gentle, loving look. I smile at him and let my hands trail up his thighs as I make my way to straddle his hips again. He wastes no time in flipping us over so that he's lying in between my outstretched legs. He gently puts his mouth to mine, unhurriedly kissing me, opening mine once again with his. He traces along my teeth with his tongue then playfully bites my bottom lip before he moves his mouth down my neck. He kisses me in the valley below my left ear, causing me to gasp. He gradually moves down my body kissing, nipping, licking, and caressing every inch of exposed skin. When his hands grasp the waistband of my underwear, my heart stops. He slowly lowers my lacy boy shorts over my hips and moves them down and off my legs, kissing just below my navel, tossing them to the ground. I force myself to breathe in a ragged breath. I suddenly feel extremely shy without that last little strip of lace and elastic as I lie au natural before him. A blush starts in my chest and spreads slowly outward.
"Perfect, absolutely perfect," he says, barely audible taking in my bare womanhood. My pulse quickens as I lie back, anticipation spreading through me like a wildfire moves through a dry forest but he doesn't move. He kisses all around my navel, then starts lightly sticking his tongue in my bellybutton like he's giving it a long, slow, sensual French kiss causing the sweet pressure that's already building between my legs to grow even more urgent. I close my eyes, taking in each new sensation. I feel him slide himself further down on the bed then raise my right leg and place it bent over his shoulder. He then wraps his right arm around my thigh and starts caressing the valley between my pubic bones with his callused fingertips.
I raise my head to look at him, questioning him with my eyes, and he says, "Do you trust me?" I have no words right now so I just nod at him. He starts kissing and licking the inside of my right thigh causing a moan to escape my lips, and I collapse back on the mattress. He kisses and teases me until I don't think I can take it anymore. When I feel him place his lips directly on my womanhood, I stop breathing all together. Then he flicks his tongue out to lightly touch the sensitive little nubbin between my legs, and I gasp at the touch of his tongue on such a private place. I try to move away but he's holding me firmly in place. He kisses and licks all around my opening before he returns to my nubbin, licking, sucking, lightly biting, and teasing causing the pressure between my legs to build at an alarming rate. My breath is coming quicker and quicker. I'm convinced that soon I won't be able to breathe at all. Then he gently inserts his middle finger inside of me, slowly pushing it in then pulling it almost all the way out then back in. He keeps this slow pace for a while, never letting his tongue wander very far away from my nubbin, driving me absolutely crazy. God, this feels so good. Soon he adds a second finger and I moan. He quickens the rhythm of his fingers and his tongue, and I involuntarily move my hips to meet each of his movements. I grasp the hand that's laying on my belly, and we lace our fingers together. I hold tight as I'm about to go over the edge. He speeds his fingers and talented tongue even more, and I can't hold back anymore. I scream, louder than I've ever screamed before in my life. I thrash around on the bed as wave after crushing wave of pain-laced pleasure courses through my entire body. He holds tight to my leg and keeps the steady rhythm with his fingers and tongue as I ride the wave of bliss. Spasm after spasm course through my body, and I finally collapse back onto the bed trying to catch my breath.
I feel the bed slightly move, and I roll my head to the side and watch Tobias slide his boxer briefs over his hips, down his legs, and off, then toss them on the floor, his eyes on mine the entire time. He stands back from the bed letting me get my eyes full, and I go breathless again. If I would have seen what I'm looking at right now this morning, I would have been terrified. He has to be a good 9-inches long and 2½-inches around. How in the world did that fit inside me? My slowing breath speeds, and my heart hammers painfully in my chest. He gently climbs onto the bed between my outstretched legs and positions himself at my entrance. He leans up over me, and I pull him down on top of me. He gives me a long, deep, slow kiss, and I taste myself on his lips and probing tongue causing me to tingle everywhere. I feel him enter me an inch or two and I gasp. It doesn't hurt as much as it did this morning since I'm extremely wet from the orgasm he just gave me but it's still uncomfortable. He pulls his mouth away from mine.
"So tight," he breathes into my ear, then he kisses the side of my face. He leans up a little on his forearms and looks into my eyes. He's caressing my hair when he pulls back slightly and pushes another few inches into me. I moan, close my eyes, and clamp my fingertips onto his hips. He stays still inside me, giving me a moment to get used to his size, and soon I relax my hands. Then he leans down, kisses me, pulls back, and pushes in again. I instinctively widen my legs to help make room within me for his substantial size. He rotates his hips a bit and puts his mouth on the hollow of my throat and kisses me. After a moment he looks down at me and asks permission with his eyes. I nod to him, and he pulls back a couple of inches then buries himself in me. To suppress another scream, I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him with passion, lust, love, and awe. He once again stops moving. He leans up on his elbows and looks down into my eyes, love clear on his face.
"You are so beautiful," he says. I tenderly caress his face with just my fingertips. We lie like this for a long moment just staring into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Tobias Eaton," I say, signaling that I'm okay and that I'm ready. He slowly withdraws almost his entire length out of me then pauses, prolonging the anticipation of having him once again fill me fully, my new favorite feeling.
"I love you, Beatrice Prior," he says as he thrusts forward, burying himself again. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, tightly wrap my arms around him, and search for his mouth. We kiss leisurely as he sets a slow, steady in-and-out pace, just like our first time, letting me get used to his size and the feeling of having him inside me. I meet every single one of his powerful thrusts with one of my own. Soon I feel the now familiar pressure building slightly lower than my navel and can't believe I can come again in such a short amount of time. He speeds the pace a little, and I bring his mouth to mine again, kissing him with a newfound passion. I only release him when I need to breathe.
"Oh, God," I say when a little tremor threatens to become a full-fledged earthquake. I start raising my hips to his with a fevered urgency. He gets the message, speeding the pace up further. The pressure builds and builds with each thrust, with each touch, with each kiss. I don't want this to end yet but I can't hold on much longer. My breath is coming in short little pants as he thrusts into me over and over. I finally can't hold myself back anymore, and another scream bursts free from my lips as the earthquake surges through my body causing my eyes to roll back in my head. I cling to him as he thrusts into me at a now frenzied pace, reverberations trembling through my body. I meet each of his last thrusts with my own hips, helping him past his summit. He leans back slightly, grabs my hips, buries himself to the hilt, and unloads his passion then collapses on top of me.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, keeping him buried deeply within me, where I want him to be. He lies in my arms, his entire weight on me. I run my hands tenderly up and down his back as we let our heart rates and breathing return to normal. He leans up on his elbows, and I look into his stormy blue eyes. He smiles at me then lowers his mouth slowly to mine and gives me an emotional kiss. He rolls us onto our sides, taking his weight off of me, but not letting our lips part. He slips out of me and sadness bubbles up at the empty feeling. He puts his left leg between mine, and I put my right one over his, resting my sore ankle. He finally breaks the kiss and cups my cheek with his hand.
"I love you, Tris."
"I love you, too, Tobias."