Page 36 of Low love Low fidelity

I licked my dry lips. “Please.”

Slowly, he dropped to all fours, dipping his mouth toward my belly, and licked his way up the middle until his talented mouth met my own. His big frame casted a shadow over me against the glowing flames. Uncharacteristic desire ripped through me, and I took Tobias at the back of his head and kissed him wildly. Our tongues lapped against each other’s with eager abandon. His heat. His heaviness. His attentiveness. His desire to please me. There was a liberty in this space with him, one that transcended time. So, lost in the moment, I didn’t realize he’d positioned himself over me properly until I felt the first attempt at breeching my sex.

My head swung upward, detaching from his mouth, shoulders off the floor. The pain was sharp.

“I’m sorry,” he graveled in my ear before planting a gentle kiss on my neck.

I shivered, instantly relaxing. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Come on.” I lifted toward his thickness, the head of him hitting my sensitive clit, causing me to shudder again.

“You sure?” he whispered with concern.

I nodded profusely, reaching for his bearded jaw to pull into a kiss. My body tingled all over with impatient need. Even the taste of me from his mouth turned me on. I wanted him so badly. I whispered in between tongue strokes, “Try again.” Then lifted my pelvis toward him for emphasis.

Tobias reached down and swiped himself against me, lubing himself, and driving me wild. Then he reared his hips just a little, attempting to enter me again.

He kissed my nose. “You’re straining around me. Relax, Lennox.”

“I’m trying. Maybe…” I exhaled.

Tobias froze. “You changed your mind?”

My head swung left to right with adamance. “No. Not at all. I was going to say, maybe I want it too bad.”

“It?”

“You.Maybe—” I grunted from blunt intrusion.

Tobias was inside of me, at least halfway.

“You want me?” He circled his hips.

I nodded, mouth agape as I concentrated on his girth. Back when we first met, I didn’t have loads of experience with penises, so I never fully evaluated his package. I only recalled the discomfort from his sex.

“I do.”

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he whispered with a lazy jaw, stroking gently.

I breathed in deeply, taking in his masculine, woodsy scent. His thick arms were around me protectively. I liked it. The strain in his thrusts, the heavy beating of his excited heart. The dew sprouting from our shaking frames, the combustible energy ready to explode. Within minutes of feeling him drive deeper inside of me, I began to ease into his crushing weight. At one hundred thirty-five pounds, Tobias rested, what felt like, half of his two hundred-twenty pounds on me. I was eager to accept it all, wanting to get lost inside his generous passion.This. All of it had been why your favorite artists flocked to Tobias Elliott. Moving my hips against his plunges, I considered how he exuded love and acceptance and wisdom and patience. As he made love to me, I felt it all. It was privileged, sacred, and rewarding.

It was also powerful when I felt his dick swell even more inside of me. Sweat lifted from my pores again as his plunges grew wild and his face turned hard as stone. Tobias’ hips were poetry in motion. His strokes weren’t random or rigid until now. His breathing grew choppy.

“Let it go,” I encouraged him before taking to his lips again.

I stroked my tongue as deep as I could into his mouth. Initially, Tobias tried joining me. But once he understood how wild my attempt was, a deep, subterranean groan rocketed from his belly, and he bucked deeper, nearly breaking me in two. As his orgasm assaulted him, I clung to his robust frame, ignoring the ache from my core. He was delicious.

Undone.

He was mine.

The sun had just fully awakened, and my heart swelled in my chest, gazing at his puffy, heavy eyelids. His soft, pouty lips peeked through the full beard. The raised scar beneath his lower lip sparked a curiosity I was never afforded. A young, rumbustious Tobias brought a sudden, unexpected smile to my face. His broad chest, dotted with tightly coiled hairs, lifted and dropped at a peaceful pace.

We’d done it. I’d finally opened myself totally to Tobias Elliott. And with the proverbial “morning after,” there was still palpable dissatisfaction. A barrier could still be felt like a wedge between us. Yet, I still felt an indescribable joy. Four years ago, I would have never imagined this connection. Before Tobias came back into my life, I wasn’t kind enough to myself to allow this sizeable victory. I leaned over and kissed his forehead.

“Why are you awake,” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

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