Page 61 of Hold Me Closer
He lifts me toward his mouth with a groan of surrender.
My head lolls on the bed, ecstasy shooting through my veins at the first touch of his tongue to my sensitive clit. I grip the sheets, clinging, trying desperately to be quiet so we don't get caught. Igive up when he thrusts his tongue inside me and shove a pillow over my face, muffling my cries as he eats me wild and messy, snarling against my pussy.
"Fuck," he grunts. "I love this pretty little thing so fucking much." He pulls one lip into his mouth, sucking on it. "Love eating it." He does the same to the other lip. "Love fucking it." His tongue runs in circles around my clit. "Love how goddamn wet it gets for me." He circles my hole before shoving his tongue inside me again. "I love every fucking thing about it, Nadia."
"Teo," I whimper into the pillow, rocking against his face. "Please, please."
He seams his lips around my clit, sending me catapulting over the edge into another orgasm. I gasp his name, holding the pillow over my face to stifle my cries.
It doesn't help at all when he throws my legs over his shoulders, slamming into me in one deep thrust.
I shout his name.
"Quiet, butterfly," he growls, ripping the pillow away from my face. "If your dad hears us, I won't be able to make you come again. He'll make me stop fucking this perfect little pussy, baby. You don't want me to stop, do you?"
"Oh god," I whimper, clawing at his arms. "Please."
"Please, what?"
"Don't stop. Please, don't fucking stop!"
He chuckles wickedly, leaning down to claim my lips in a deep kiss. "As if anyone could stop me, butterfly," he growls against my lips. "Not until you're dripping my come like a good girl."
My inner muscles clamp around his cock.
"You're mine now." He nips my bottom lip. "I get to decide when and where to fuck you. No one else." He drives into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass hard enough to sting. "Say it, butterfly."
"I'm yours. God, Teo. I'm yours!"
"Fuck, yeah, you are," he growls, kissing me hard and deep again as he slips his hand between our bodies, seeking out my clit.
I bow beneath him, biting my tongue to keep from screaming in pleasure as an orgasm ignites in my core, sending me spiraling. It rips through my veins like a tsunami, crashing over me in a wave of euphoria. It steals my breath, my vision, my freakingsoul.
"Nadia," he groans, pumping into me without rhythm as he follows me over the edge, his cock jerking deep inside me. "Ah, fuck, Nadia." His seed splashes deep in my womb, spilling out to run down the crevice of my ass. "I love you."
"I love you, Teo. So damn much," I whisper back, tears stinging my eyes as he seams his body to mine, holding me tightly through the aftermath. I cling to him, too, reveling in the way his heart pounds against my chest as his body trembles against mine. In the way we're here, together.
"What did my dadsay to you today?" I hiss at Teo at dinner the next night, furtively glancing at my dad, who has been staring at Teo all day. I think he heard us having sex last night. Actually, I'm almost positive he did. Early this morning, he told Teo they were going for a run.
Teo was quiet when they got back hours later. He's been quiet all damn day. It's making me nervous. But we've barely had a moment alone together all day. Between his family and mine, it's been a madhouse.
"Nothing much," he says nonchalantly, running his hand over my bare shoulder. "He was just checking in."
Now, Iknowmy dad heard us having sex.
"Did he threaten you?" I whisper, glaring at my father.
Teo chuckles, pressing his lips to my cheek. "Your dad will never stop threatening me, butterfly. He loves you. It's what he's supposed to do."
"Well, he needs to stop," I growl.
"Baby." Teo laughs quietly. "That ship sailed about the time he realized I was going to marry you one day. He'll spend the rest of his life making sure that I spend the rest of mine making you happy the way a husband should."
I stare at him with wide eyes. Did he just…?
"Yeah, butterfly," he whispers, his voice a soft rumble as he strokes my cheek. "That's me asking. Marry me." He slips his hand into his pocket, pulling out a ring. "I already asked your dad. That's why we were gone so long today. We were picking this up." His lips twitch. "He said we can't be doing what we were doing last night until it's on your finger. He isn't having grandbabies until we're married."
"Too late," I blurt.
