Page 42 of The Prize
“Well, I did.” He looked down at me and his eyes were filled with kindness.
Dragging my teeth over my bottom lip to help endure this torment, slipping into the forbidden, unable to resist, my mouth captured his erection as I drifted further into the heady intoxication of this man, lavishing devotion over the erotic vision before me, lapping along the girth and shifting position to worship his balls with my mouth, bathed in falling water.
Tobias wiped droplets out of his eyes. “What would happen if I showed you how we shouldn’t fuck?”
I continued sucking him longingly, squeezing him tight and tracing my tongue around the head, circling, flicking, and reminded again of its power, his easy seduction.
He drew in a sharp breath. “Because clarity is important.”
“I would remember every moment of it,” I whispered.
It was too late. We needed this closeness and I tried to find him amid the confusion, searching out the real Tobias as I worked him with my hand in unison with my sucking, my sighs echoing.
He reached down and cupped his palm to my cheek and his eyes were filled with affection. I fell into his gaze, tasting that bead at the tip and swooning that we’d found our way back to such intimacy. His head lolled when I drew him as far as possible, his cock edging my throat and my moans vibrating around his length.
His hands reached beneath my arms and he pulled me up and tore at my clothes, all fury and unbridled passion, removing all that was between us before hoisting me up against the wall. Naked, I flung my arms around his neck and wrapped my thighs around his waist demanding it, needing him inside me. He answered my silent cry by slamming into me with a desperate fury, sending spasms of pleasure, soaring me into nothingness as he pummeled me against the tile. The downpour bathing us both.
He slowed his rhythm, peering down at his deliberate tempo, watching himself slide in and out of me with a controlled discipline, his cock struck deeper and I trembled against him, needing to come but refusing for this to be over, dreading our inevitable separation and returning to the formality that forged itself at the other end of this.
When he pulled out of me I groaned my panic.
“I’ve got you.” He eased me to the floor.
I lay with my arms stretched out in front of me and my bum raised, moaning my relief when I felt his hands clasp my hips and drag me backward in his direction, and him thrust into me from behind, with me in a position of surrender, my hair tumbling out before me. He reached around to strum my clit and I knew in this moment I was his. Rocking back on him, we became one as we gave in to each other’s demands.
Weak in his arms, I felt like a rag doll as he rolled me over to lie on my back. He raised himself over me, entering with one long thrust, locking us together again, and I flung my legs around his waist and matched his pounding, lifting my pelvis to meet each strike, begging with this movement to have him drive in farther, his arms holding him off my chest and his steely gaze fixed on mine.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded.
“One condition.” He leaned in and nipped my earlobe.
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you regret this happened.”
“Why would I?”
His frown deepened as he seemed to mull over his answer.
I rested my fingertips on his lips. “Everything is okay. We’re going to be okay.”
“I know. I’m just glad you’re looking at me how you once did.”
“How did I look at you?”
He brought his mouth down on mine and I opened my lips to let him in, his tongue sweeping across mine with devotion. This was the kind of kiss I’d craved, infused with adoration. It went on and on, carrying us higher until we came together; his heat shot into me and my sex claimed him as the center of my universe.
Eventually, we broke apart and lay side by side on our backs, panting and staring up at the ceiling, and it felt good to have his hand holding mine still. The only sound was of our breathing and the water striking the tile.
“Shower off, Jade,” he said. “Raise the temperature—73 degrees should be good.”
“And bring coffee.” I grinned at my cheekiness.
“Careful, we’ll have your favorite drone in here. Anyway, I fancy something stronger and no one makes a Bombay martini quite like me. Stirred, not shaken. Though with what I’ve got planned for you we should probably reserve that for later.”
“What have you got planned?”
“All sorts of fun.”
