When I drag my heavy eyelids open, I'm surprised to find myself lying naked next to Tobias in the massive bed in the middle of the moonlit bedroom at the top of the lighthouse. I don't remember climbing the seven flights of stairs when we got back from our outing to the pond. Actually, the last thing I remember was snuggling up close to him in the cab of the pickup truck and promptly falling asleep. He must have carried me all the way up here. That probably explains the light snoring coming from his side of the bed at the moment. I sit up and slide my feet to the cool floor, my bladder threatening to burst, and head down one flight to the living room/kitchen/bathroom part of the suite. After I take care of my needs, a bittersweet melancholy washes over me. We only have a few more precious hours of our "honeymoon" left, and suddenly I'm feeling amorous again.
I tiptoe up the cold metal stairs and across the white oak wide plank wooden floor that seems washed out in the moon's pale white light that's bathing the room and slide into bed beside my husband. I stare down at this gorgeous man who I still have a hard time believing is mine for a moment, taking in every inch of his perfect form with my roaming eyes, wondering if what's going through my head is really a good idea. He needs his sleep but I'm in the mood, which is nothing new. It seems like I'm in the mood 24 hours a day lately. I battle with myself for a couple minutes but my unrelenting lascivious libido wins out. I reach out and run my fingertips lightly up his arm from his hand, which is resting on his taut abs to his strong shoulders causing him to moan softly. A smile turns up his lips but he doesn't stir. I lean over and place soft kisses below his sensitive right ear, and I see his eyelids flutter a couple times before his tired eyes find mine. We gaze at each other for a long moment, not saying a word. We just stare into the adoring face of the person we love most in this world.
"Hi," I finally say.
"Hello," he replies, cupping the back of my head with his large hand, drawing my mouth to his for a tender kiss. "Can I help you with something?" I take his hand and kiss the palm letting my tongue slip through my lips and tease him, never taking my eyes off his. He groans.
"Well, you see, I have this ... ache," I say, looking at him through my lashes.
"An ache, Mrs. Eaton? Is it serious?" he asks, sounding somber but I see his eyes dancing in the moonlight.
"Oh yes, Mr. Eaton, it's the gravest of situations," I tease back. "Do you think you can help me with it?"
"I think that can be arranged," he says. He moves so fast. One minute I'm staring into his shining, humorous dark blue eyes, and the next his lips are moving with mine with an urgency that takes my breath away.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep earlier. You know I wanted more," I pant as he trails kisses from the side of my mouth down to my left ear. Oh, God! He knows what he's doing. I feel each caress in my belly ... deep, deep in my belly. "Tobias." It comes out barely above a whisper sounding like I'm begging. He concentrates solely on my ear; he traces every curve with the very tip of his hot, wet tongue, bites the lobe almost painfully, sucks lightly on the extra sensitive spot just beneath the ear, and kisses every millimeter of flesh. My breathing comes quicker and quicker with each ministration, and I twist the bedsheets with my fists. I suddenly realize that he doesn't have his hands on me, just his capable mouth.
"Do you want to come for me, Tris?" he asks, his lips pressed right up against my sensitive ear, his seductive voice thick with lust. I react to his words and slip over the edge of some impossibly high summit. My muscles tighten deliciously, and my entire body quivers with its release. When I become aware of my still passion-clouded reality, I can tell that he's smiling against my skin, proud of his accomplishment. I open my eyes, unaware that I had closed them, and find him gazing lovingly down at me. "God, how I love it when you come. You're the most beautiful creature on this planet, and I can't believe you're all mine." He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, claiming it like it's some grand prize to be coveted. His tongue expertly strokes mine, and I feel the beginnings of yet another explosion flame in the pit of my stomach.
When he starts kissing his way from my chin to my neck, I breathlessly say, "Maybe I want to see you come now." His head shoots up and our eyes lock. A sly grin turns up his lips, and he moves so that he is hovering over me.
"You want to see me come?" he asks, his desire-glazed eyes twinkling.
"Yeah," I breathe, putting a bright smile on my face trying to hide my concern. "I always worry about you." He groans and shakes his head.
"Tris, love," he sighs, "how many times do I have to tell you, I get all the pleasure in the world from just kissing you … being near you … being inside you … watching you come … feeling you come. I don't need an orgasm to be satisfied."
"But it doesn't hurt though, right?" I ask as I reach up and cup the back of his head. "Tonight, in this bed, we're equals, Tobias Eaton. I come ... you come." I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him fervently.
"If that's what you want, who am I to argue?" he breathlessly says when we break apart.
"It's about time you stop arguing with me on this subject," I say, kissing his neck. "Are you ready, baby?" I push him until he's lying on his back on my left side so I have unfettered access to the sensitive right side of his neck. I press myself into his side, adjusting my body to make room for my expanding abdomen. My lips first find his, and I kiss him hungrily. I glide my tongue across his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth for me. He sighs when I thrust my tongue into his waiting mouth and make love to it. When we can no longer breathe, I drag the tip of my tongue to his right ear, dropping wet kisses as I go. I feel his hand leisurely roaming my body not sure of its destination quite yet. I place my small hand over his heart, feeling its rapid pace and slowly move it over the hard plains of his chest, down the tightness of his lean abdomen to his hard, virile masculinity. I wrap my glove-like fist around his impressive length and begin a gentle stroking rhythm as I kiss, lick, and suck all around his reactive ear. He responds to my hand by bucking his hips upward on each downward stroke, and I reward him by firming my grip and quickening the pace.
"Oh, God, Tris," he pants. When his throbbing manhood swells in my fist, I can tell that the sensation overload is about to be too much for him. "I'm gonna come, love." I drag my teeth down his earlobe, bite it playfully, and then release it. I lean over him, staring into his twisted face as I increase the tempo of my hand once again. I watch his face contort further with the painful pleasure of his release, coming all over his stomach and chest and my hand. I lower my mouth and scatter kisses all over his beautiful face while I continue the rhythm of my fist until he releases himself fully. I finally slow and then stop. I see the panties he took off of me Friday afternoon lying at the head of the bed so I grab them. I see that he's watching me closely with a reverent look on his handsome face as I clean us off then toss the underwear to the floor.
"What?" I ask.
"You are amazing on so many levels, do you know that? You're the most wonderful woman in the world," he says. "I often wonder how I got so lucky." I lean up and place my lips to his, and he moves us so that he's half lying on me, making sure that my growing tummy is in the clear.
"You're so sweet," I say against his lips. "I'm the lucky one though."
"We're both lucky," he says before deepening our kiss. "So, love, are you ready for me to take care of you again?" His eyes are glazed over with lust, and he smiles brightly at me. I shyly smile up at him, and he runs his tongue along my bottom lip after his mouth touches mine. I sigh and he takes advantage of my parted lips and pushes his tongue into my open mouth. After we let our tongues tangle intimately, I capture it between my lips and gently suck on it. He drags his moist lips to the hollow in my neck and slowly starts kissing every inch of first one naked collarbone and then the next. I move my hands to trace the muscles of his back with my fingertips as he moves to my aching chest. He covers one breast with his hand, massaging and caressing the full, firm flesh as his mouth lands on the other, capturing the hard, distended nipple between his lips. I arch my back trying to get closer to his hot mouth and magic hand, and a low moan escapes from the back of my throat.
"Oh, God, Tobias," I murmur. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to my body, relishing the feel of his mouth, hands, and skin on mine. He removes his hand from my breast and promptly takes the throbbing nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting it a little harder than he normally does, making me squirm beneath him. "Please, baby." He releases my breasts and continues his descent to my expanded abdomen. He kisses every inch, murmuring words of love to our daughter, then moves down further.
"You ready, love?" I prop myself up on my elbows so that I can see his eyes and nod since I'm unable to speak around my frantic breathing. He spreads my legs further, and I suddenly find myself holding my breath while he kisses first one thigh and then the next. He has that cocky grin on his face when he darts his tongue out of his mouth and licks straight up my entrance. I blow the breath out and drag in another one, anticipating his next move but he surprises me again by thrusting his tongue inside me as far as he can then moving it in and out slowly. I grasp his hair with my fingers and pull him as close as I can, then he moves his wet, hot tongue up to my throbbing nubbin and circles it slowly. My hips buck forward toward his mouth of their own accord, and he moves his arms around my legs, holding me firmly in place as he really goes to work on me. He caresses my nubbin with his tongue then sucks on it hard for a couple seconds before drawing it between his teeth and nibbling on it gently then starts the routine all over again. On his fourth cycle, I come harder than I have in a long time but he doesn't stop. He keeps up the sequence and inserts two fingers into my dripping womanhood, rapidly thrusting them in-and-out at just the right angle to make me explode a second time collapsing back on the bed.
"TTTOOOBBBIIIAAASSS!" I scream out at the top of my lungs but he still doesn't stop. He keeps going until I arch completely off the bed and spasm uncontrollably around his pounding fingers. "Stop, please. No more. I can't take anymore." I try to push his head away but I'm too exhausted but he stops when I beg him to and kisses his way back up my still shuddering body.
"I love you," he says in my ear. One hand is playing with my hair while the other is systematically worshipping every inch of my body. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. When he looks down into my eyes, I see that cocky grin of his, and I can't help but giggle and roll my eyes.
"You're so … damn proud … of yourself … aren't you?" I pant.
"Oh, you know I am, love," he says, his eyes shining. He lowers his lips to mine. I'm still too tired to lift my arms but I kiss him back with everything I have.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I ask still gasping for breath.
"You know better than that," he says. "Should we get some more sleep?"
"I'm not tired," I say even though it's a boldface lie. I'm absolutely exhausted. "You know you've created a monster, baby."
"I know I have," he says, laughing out loud. I finally find that my arms are working again so I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him slowly, letting the passion build once again. I push on his chest, and he rolls us onto our sides. When we come up for air, I push him onto his back and start kissing his neck then start my way down his body. I stop at my tattooed name, which overlies his heart and trace it with the very tip of my tongue like I've done numerous times, and he moans loudly.
"God, I love your body," I say as I kiss my way down his chiseled chest to his tightly beaded nipples. "You take such good care of yourself." I circle the bud with my tongue before taking it between my lips and sucking it deeply into my mouth. I nibble on the protrusion then capture the other throbbing peak between my lips and give it the same attention until he's groaning uncontrollably. "Do you like that?" He moans softly, and I smile around the nipple I'm teasing. "I love you, baby." I slide further down his body placing wet kisses here and there before diving my tongue into his naval, French kissing it like I do his mouth. I slide my hand down to his rigid manhood that is lying across his tight, flat belly and wrap my fingers around it. I stroke his length as I look into his face. "Tobias, I want you to look at me." He drags his eyes open, and I've never seen them as black as they are right now … black with desire for me. I suck in a sharp breath at that knowledge.
I keep my eyes on his and deliberately dart my tongue out of my mouth and slowly lick my lips. I notice his mouth drops open, and he starts panting loudly. I lightly lick up and down his straining sex several times then run my tongue along the sensitive ridge around the head before enthusiastically sucking him deeply into my mouth. I repeat these actions again and again then set up a coordinated rhythm between my hand, mouth, and tongue never taking my eyes off of his. He collapses back on the mattress when I increase the pressure and pace on his manhood with my mouth and hand. When I feel him swell further, I know he won't last much longer. I suck him harder still, and he explodes into my mouth, bucking his hips toward my mouth again and again as he releases himself fully. I finally release him, and he practically drags me up his body and kisses me fiercely.
"You are…" he says breathing heavily, shaking his head. It seems like he is unable to finish his thought. He kisses me ferociously once again, and I melt into him. "I love you so much. I need to be inside you, Tris. I don't think I can wait one more minute." I don't need to ask if he's ready or not because I can feel his steel-like rod pressing into my flesh.
"How do you want me, baby?" I ask, panting between overwhelmingly passionate kisses.
"Hands and knees," he roughly says, his voice full of promise. He moves out of my way, and I comply with his wishes turning over and getting on all fours in front of him. I look at him over my shoulder and watch as he runs his hands all over my body, worshipping me.
"I love you, Tobias," I whisper, emotion robbing me of my voice.
"I love you, too, Tris. God you're so beautiful," he says as he slowly sinks into me. "So tight."
"Oh," I moan, closing my eyes. There it is, that feeling of fullness that I love so much, the feeling that only he can give me. He wraps his body around mine and first kisses my Abnegation tattoo, then the Dauntless flame sending shivers down my spine. Then he starts to move. We find the perfect slow rhythm as I rock back to meet each of his stimulating thrusts. I cry out his name over and over as we increase our pace marginally. He drapes his body over mine and snakes his hand between my legs so that he can circle my throbbing nubbin with a callused finger. His other hand massages my aching breast, and I momentarily wonder how he manages to keep up the frenzied pace in this position but soon find myself forgetting everything as he leans back, puts his hands on my hips, and starts pounding into me relentlessly. "Oh, God. Tobias. Oh, God. Tobias." This has become my litany.
He leans over me, never slowing his slamming thrusts and kisses the back of my neck then puts his mouth on my left ear and says, "Come for me baby." It's amazing the power he has over me and my body. I explode around his invading shaft at his command, shattering into a million pieces. When he feels me clench down on his still hammering length, he groans in blissful agony releasing himself into my tight depths. We collapse together onto our sides still joined as one. The room is silent except for the sound of our short, raspy gasps.
"Oh, God, that was so good, baby," I pant trying to catch my breath.
"Do you have any idea how much I love making love to you?" he asks, kissing the back of my neck. "I swear I would live inside you if I could."
"Tobias Eaton!" I squeal. "You're terrible."
"Just a minute ago you told me I was good," he says with a chuckle. "Make up your mind." I move myself off him, turn in his arms, and meet his loving gaze then pull his mouth to mine and kiss him deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding myself close to him.
"I love you, Tobias," I say, running a hand up and down his hairless muscular chest. "I want to thank you for planning this weekend for us. It's been absolutely perfect. I couldn't have asked for a nicer end to our honeymoon."
"I love you, too, Tris, and you are very welcome," he says giving me a soft, tender kiss. "Is it selfish to want to get away just the two of us from time to time?"
"I don't think so," I say.
"Don't get me wrong, I love Tyler and Tessa more than anything … well with one exception … and I've missed them more than I thought I would these past three days but we need time to be Tris and Tobias instead of Mommy and Daddy. We can't forget that."
"Don't beat yourself up for wanting to be alone with me," I say. "I feel the exact same way. I love our growing family but I love spending time with my husband, just the two of us. I think you know that."
"Oh, I know that," he says, tenderly kissing my lips.
"Maybe you can show me again how much you like spending time with me," I say. He grins down at me and proceeds to make sweet, slow love to me once again.