What started as a slow, mutual exploration, the start of us getting to know each other’s mouths, slowly morphs into two people, expressing without words, their desires for one another.
All concerns that I am more desperate for this than he is are gone when he grips my hips, kneading them, and then holding them as if he may push me away when I feel his erection press against me.
He starts to pull his mouth from mine, and I push my tongue against his with an urgent need to keep part of him inside of me.
The feelings … sharing ourselves, give, take, need, and want, all dance euphorically inside of us.
He deepens the kiss, removing one of his hands from my hip to grip the back of my head, moving it to accommodate his need to devour me. When he slows and pulls his tongue from mine, he sucks on my lower lip and lets it fall from his mouth as he presses his forehead against mine.
I close my eyes in an attempt to steady my heart and catch my breath as he does the same. When I open them, he lets out a hot burst of air that sounds almost angry as he opens his eyes.
All I can manage to say is, “Wow.”
“Yeah,” he huffs. “Definitely.”
Behind us, a throat clears, and Tobias looks over my head.
“Are you ready for dessert now?”
I look behind us. “We’ll take it to go.”
When I look back at him, he smiles. “Good call.”
Tobias needed “a minute” before we turned on a movie.
So did I, but not with distance like he needs. No, I need a minute times a thousand more of him kissing me.
I have no idea what movie we decided on, because I couldn’t stop looking at his lips. And when I wasn’t looking at those, I was looking at the outline running down his left pants leg.
“Truth, you gotta cool it,” he said, as if pained.
When I didn’t look away, he tried to adjust himself.
I laughed, and he gave me one of those intimidating looks that doesn’t make me any less tingly.
“Truth, you—”
“I’m gonna look at you. You can’t tell me I can’t.”
“I love that you wanna look at me, but looking at my dick isn’t helping shit settle down.”
“You’re definitely a grower,” I whispered as I forced myself to look away.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He laughed.
“Nope.”
“Truth, you are something else, you know.”
“It wasn’t an insult at all, so why are you”—I laughed; knowing what I know, I couldn’t stop what came out of my mouth next—“getting all bent out of shape?”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He laughed genuinely.
“And you’re the best kisser in the world.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely better than—”
“Shut it down,” he warned.
Thinking about the kiss makes me burn, and after the closet incident, I know what eases the burn—him.
When he walks out of his bathroom and sees me sitting on his bed, Tiramisu container open on my lap, I hold up the fork. “Dessert?”
His jaw tightens, but he nods. “How about we take that to the couch?”
I stick the fork in the Tiramisu then shove a big bite into my mouth. Then I stick the fork into the dessert again and hold it up to him.
He nods and walks over, sits on the bed, and opens his mouth. “Fucking delicious,” he moans when the piece hits his tongue.
I take another forkful then make quick work of getting on his lap.
“Truth, we need—”
“What I need is to take the edge off.” I push him back onto the bed.
“You know what you’re doing?” he asks through clenched teeth.
“What feels right,” I answer, pushing his shirt up and dropping the forkful on his abs.
“Baby …” he hisses.
“Not breaking any rules, Tobias; just having a little dessert,” I say, bending down and using my lips to smear it all over his hard six pack abs.
“Fuck,” he moans as I lean down, lick his abs and rock against him.
I look up at him. “I’m hungry and burning.”
“So, multitasking,” he hisses as he grips my hips and rocks against me.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“You think I don’t want to be inside of you right now, you’re dead fucking wrong,” he groans as I lick up his chest and try to unbutton his shirt.
He bats my hand away and does it himself.
His chest bare to me, I moan, “Jesus, you’re perfect.”
“Guessing you are, too.” He rolls his hips against me. “Can you come this way, Truth?”
“I think that one night proved—”
“No, none of that wet spot shit. Can you come hard?”
“I don’t know, but I’d really like to find out.”
He sits up, and I watch his muscles flex as he tosses his shirt off then grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.
“How about like this?” He grips my hips and slides my body up and down his covered erection.
“Hope so,” I whimper.
He unclasps my bra with one hand, cups the bottom of my ass, lifts me and, in a split-second, I’m on my back.
Kneeling between my legs, he reaches behind him, and when his hand reappears, it’s covered in Tiramisu. “Lose the bra and show me your tits, Truth.”
Holy shit, I think as I pull my bra off and toss it aside.
Immediately, he smears the cake across my boobs, hands gripping them firmly, and runs his thumbs across my aching nipples.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Truth, and after this, you’re never gonna forget it, and neither will I.”
My body trembles at his words that are not just words. In his eyes, I see a promise. I see forever.
“Forgive me if I forget to say it again while I eat your tits.”
A million butterflies transform into fireflies as he makes his way lower and lower, his Persian blue eyes closing when he groans, and then opening with each moan that escapes me.
He devours me with his mouth as he firmly grips, caresses, and touches every untouched part of my body, awakening me sexually in a way I could have never imagined.
The strings to my thong snap as he pushes his hands under my ass, dragging me to the end of his bed. Then he stands up, kissing me harder than before, as he splits me with his fingers, entering me, pleasuring me.
He steps off the bed, still fingering my soaked center, as the walls of my insides wither under his touch. Another finger, and his movements harsher, my moans turn to cries.
Gripping the bedspread, I begin to rock against him, chasing a feeling, desperately wanting the burn to detonate into an orgasm that I know will change my life.
Between my legs, he kneels down and covers me with his mouth as he licks and sucks my most private parts.
More pressure, another finger, and then the burn intensifies, as does the need for release. He sucks my clit, and I cry out, my head thrashing back and forth as he continues.
Eyes closed, I arch into him … when he stops.
“You want my cock, Truth?”
“I want all of you,” I breathe out as I look him over. “Every part of you.”
I watch his eyes snap shut and, for a second, I fear he’s going to stop, but then I hear him breathe out, “Fuck yes,” as he rolls on a condom.