Page 105 of After All This Time

"Open up," he commands, and I obey without hesitation, parting my lips and taking his fingers into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around them, and I watch his eyes darken, pupils blown wide with need as he watches me. When he pulls his fingers free and slides them between my legs, I'm already soaked for him.

"Jesus, Tobias." The words tear from my throat as he adds another finger, curling them in that perfect way that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

"Mmm, there it is." He groans, finding that spot inside me—the one no other man has ever taken the time to look for. His thumb brushes over my clit, circling with just enough pressure that my whole body clenches. "That's it, Firefly. Show me how good it feels. Let go for me."

I don't just fall over the edge. I crash. My back bows as he finger-fucks me, and I feel myself explode. I knew it might happen. It's happened before, alone in my room with my own fingers, but the look on his face tells me he's never seen anything like this.

"Holy shit, Mills."

When he withdraws his fingers, they're glistening with evidence of what he just pulled from my body. His eyes drop between my thighs, and something dark and possessive flashes across his face. Insecurity hits me like a physical blow, and I try to close my legs, but—

"Don't you fucking dare." His grip turns bruising on my skin. "Open them wider. Let me see how hard you just came for me."

Something in his voice bypasses my brain and goes straight to my core. My legs fall open, and the "Fuck" that leaves his lips almost ends me.

"You know you could do that?" I nod, my usual confidence wavering as he stares at me like I'm some kind of phenomenon. "Don't ever hide from me, Amelia. Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? I was already solid, but that… fuck me, that was…"

He doesn't finish.

Instead, he drops his head and drags his tongue over my inner thighs, cleaning every trace of my release. When he reaches that bundle of nerves, he draws it into his mouth, and I can't hold back my moan.

"Fuck me with your tongue," I beg, and he does—spearing into me while my fingers tangle in his hair, holding him exactly where I need him.

I'll never understand how this feels so natural. How the hell did we even get here? I think I might've missed that part entirely.

Tobias climbs my body, and when his lips crash against mine, I lose myself in him.

My fingers curl in his hair as I search for more.

More of him.

More of me on his tongue.

More of us.

The foil wrapper crinkles when he pulls it from the drawer, and I watch him as he tears it open with his teeth. It's such a simple move, but there's something so raw about his confidence that my stomach clenches. I have no idea why it's so hot, but it is.

Without thinking, I reach out and take it from him, my fingers brushing his as he settles back on his knees. His cock is beautiful—thick, hard, and demanding every ounce of my attention.

This is different from when I had him in my mouth. This is me seeing him, actually letting myself drink in every perfect fucking inch.

My mouth waters at the memory of his taste, but I steady my hands, focusing on rolling the latex down his length.

I rise to meet him on my knees, kissing him like I'll die if I don't. His hands find my ass, fingers digging in possessively as he yanks me against him. My nipples brush against his chest, the contact sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.

"Lie back for me, baby," he murmurs against my lips, his voice a rough whisper. "I need to watch that pretty face the first time I push inside you."

His words slither down my spine like honey, and I melt back onto the mattress as he hovers over me. I spread my thighs for him, an unspoken invitation, and his gaze drops between us, drinking in the sight of me laid out for him like this.

"Fuck," he breathes, and I hear the restraint cracking in his voice as he positions himself between my thighs.

When he lines up with my entrance, the first touch of him there makes every muscle in my body draw tight with anticipation.

"Promise me I won't lose you if we do this." His voice is rough, almost broken, and when I lift my gaze to his, the vulnerability I see there cracks something deep inside me. "Tell me this won't break us."

My hands cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as I hold his gaze. "Nothing could break us," I whisper, my voice steady even though my heart is pounding like it's trying to break free. "I'm not going anywhere."

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