Page 13 of Tell Me No

Opening my mouth, I jut out my tongue and tangle it with his. The taste of myself and him are still there. Sweet, comfortable, and known. Nothing with him tastes foreign anymore. It just tastes right.

He starts grinding against me, letting his cock slide through my slit over and over in an unrushed manner. I spread my legs wider, letting my knees fall open as far as they can to invite him in closer. For a moment, we don’t speak or even open our eyes. We just grind our slick bodies against one another.

Deepening our kiss, he runs his hand to the base of my neck and threads his fingers into my hair. “Fuck. I never want to forget how you taste—how you feel,” He mouths between sweeping strokes of his tongue on mine.

“Me either,” I admit, and it’s true. He’s it for me.

Breaking our kiss, he raises up slightly and uses his hold on my hair to urge me to flip over. Laying flat on my stomach, he lets go, then leans down, and peppers kisses over my shoulders. His hands slide down my sides, caressing every curve until they hit my hips. Latching his fingers onto me, he pulls me at the waist, forcing my ass to raise in the air.

He positions himself behind me, lining his cock with my entrance, as he flattens one hand over the small of my back. “I like seeing you like this. I couldn’t have even imagined you to be more perfect.”

I smile into the mattress. It’s so typical of him to always know the right thing to say, but this time it’s different. He’s worshiping me and my body. He’s showing me that he means every single word, and that has me giddy.

He teases my pussy, only nudging the edge of me with the head of him. It’s a small gesture, one that would probably not mean shit in any other circumstance or with any other person, but with him, it’s so fucking erotic. It makes my stomach clench with need, and my knees wobble.

Finally, he slides into me slowly, and just like before, a gasp leaves my lips. “You’re so big.”

I can hear the smile in his voice when he replies. “But you’re going to take every. Single. Inch.”

I practically melt and press my face into the mattress.

He inches in more until he’s fully seated in me, then gives me a moment to adjust before sliding back out and pounding back in. I moan and fist the bed under me as he picks up his tempo.

His hands move back to my head, he gathers my hair into one hand, then forces me to turn my head. “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Tell me how no one else will ever be able to make you feel like me.”

I moan again and bite my lip. “So fucking good. I never want this to end.”

He smiles wickedly, then drops my hair. Gliding his hands back to my waist, he grips me hard and moves me forward then back again. I widen my knees slightly and arch my back more, trying to brace myself from his blows.

Our skin slapping against one another sounds out around us as my breaths become more erratic. My heart beats against my chest, threatening to pound through all my muscles, bones, and skin. My flesh is hot and tingling from the top of my head all the way to my toes, and stars paint my vision.

Finally having him in me this way—exactly where I wanted him—is magical. Maybe it’s from the connection we already shared, or maybe it’s the fact he’s just that good and knows what he’s doing.

“Come for me, Mia,” He commands with a growl, and I can’t fucking help myself.

The entire night has been leading up to this exact moment. The one where I finally get the boy I didn’t know I even wanted. The one where I’m so cloaked in sexual bliss I don’t even know what to do with myself or what to say or how to act. I’m confused and sure all at the same time, and if he tells me to come, then god damnit, I’m going to come.

My pussy constricts around him, locking him inside me so he can never leave, and my legs quiver. My bones turn to mush, and my muscles become weak. “Fuckkkk,” I draw out the word the best I can, but I’m sure it’s barely audible through my gasps.

“Good fucking girl,” He grunts on another thrust, then I feel it.

His body goes rigid, and his cock stiffens inside me even more. With a loud huff, he comes, shooting his seed deep inside me, and I explode too.

“I can feel you squeezing me and milking my cock. Get every last drop, baby,” He moans.

I have zero control over my body, but I can feel both of us pulsing and grinding from the inside as he slows his thrusts.

Once the wave washes over us, he finally pulls out and crawls beside my limp body. Turning my head, I face him and smile. “I really fucking love you.”

He returns my smile and then opens his arms. I scoot toward him and curl into a ball. “And I love you.”

Releasing one last breath, I close my eyes and drift to sleep in his arms.

TEN

Wakingup next to Tony is different. It isn’t weird or uncomfortable, just different. Looking at his sleeping body, I can’t help but smile. I thought maybe I would wake up and start to feel regret or doubt about where we will go from here, but I don’t. All I can think about is how great our future will be. How many new memories we’ll be making.

Sitting up, I stretch my arms out beside me then slip out of bed slowly so I don’t wake him. Walking to his closet, I snag one of his button-ups then make my way to his attached bathroom. We were so spent last night that sleep came immediately after our fun, but I’m regretting it now. All the lube is sticky on my skin, and my hair is a tangled mess.

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