Page 58 of Unmasking Secrets
“More,” Tabitha pleads before leaning back on her hands.
“Greedy. Me too.”
I thrust in fast, and she gasps. I pull most of the way out, slowly. Then lift her leg to push in even deeper.
“Arch… I….” She moans.
“I love you.” I blurt out the words without thinking. Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe she’ll think it’s just because we’re in this moment. I’m done waiting, though. No more holding back when it comes to Tabitha. She’s my everything. Always has been.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
TABITHA
My eyes snap up to his. Did he really just say that? Now, of all times! Right when I—oh!
Fuck.
Me.
A silent moan parts my lips.
“There. Please, don’t stop. Don’t.” I bite down on my lip, trying to be quiet.
“You heard me.” His thumb moves to my clit. “Don’t silence yourself now, baby.”
I didn’t think it was possible for sex to feel like this. It’s so much more than sex, though. This feels all consuming.
My head grows light when I feel myself release. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps moving. He fucks me through my orgasm until I’m on the brink of another.
His arms wrap around me and I feel myself lift off the counter. I wrap my legs around him. His cock hard inside of me as he walksus across the house. With every step I’m moved up and down his hard member.
“What?” I ask before he sits us down on the couch.
In this new position I’m able to kneel on the couch and be in control. He must like it from the way his hands tighten on my hips. I wouldn’t be surprised if I find bruises there later.
I press my lips to his and move. Grinding myself on him. I pull back and search his eyes.
“I love you too.” I mutter breathlessly.
“Say it again,” he groans.
I smile. “I love you too.”
His lips press briefly to mine. “You’re mine.”
“Yes.” I agree and move my hips.
“I’m going to tell you and show you. In every room in this fucking house until it sinks in.” He thrusts up to match my movements.
And he does.
When we finally make it into the bedroom, it shouldn’t surprise me that he’s saved this position for last. I’m flipped over, on all fours, and he sinks in—slowly. Pushing in deeper.
Then he stills. One hand grips my hip as the other traces my lower back. He’s tracing my tattoo. The one I never see because of its location, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there.
“Is it weird how obsessed I am with this?” His voice sounds rough. “This should probably be a red flag.” He pulls out slowly, then slams into me.
My back arches, and I squeeze the comforter. “Mm-hmm.”
