Page 63 of Low love Low fidelity

Tobias croaked, “Why are you crying, baby?”

Sobbing between the side of his chest and arm, I explained, “It’s too much.”

I felt his warm lips and prickly beard at the top of my face. Tobias kissed me tenderly. “The spanking.” I nodded, shoulders shuddering from a disgorge of emotions. I felt and smelled the erotic miscellany of scents from his nostrils. Me and Tobias, we had an interesting aroma. Go figure.

“You gotta go back to the hospital?” I shook my head. There was no way I could go back to work in this emotional state. He exhaled again over my head. “Good. You need to rest. Let’s get you showered.”

I steeled. “Showered.”

First was the grumbling in his chest, then Tobias lifted me at the head with a fistful of my hair. He snorted, “I ate your pussy. You need to wash me off.”

My forehead wrinkled. “Wash you off? I don’t have you on me. You used a condom.”

He chuckled deeply from his chest. “I did, and I need to take it off. Feels crazy as hell. But… Never mind.”

“Never mind what?” I questioned his grin.

“Nothing.”

“Tobias!”

He wouldn’t shake that knowing grin. “Nothing, baby.” He tried lifting us. “Let’s get you—”

I pushed down on him. “I’m fucking emotional, Tobias. Don’t play with me. I’ll go home!” I didn’t feel as strong as I sounded, but would do it.

“No the fuck you ain’t, either. You left me hanging inSamsara, some shit you better not get used to.”

“Then tell me! Didn’t you say there’d be no more secrets between—”

“It was just the fact that you ain’t know you’re supposed to wash after getting your pussy tasted, Lennox. Damn.” He shifted from beneath me.

I pushed my torso up by an arm. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“The fact that you’re telling me ol’ boy didn’t eat it.”

My eyes fell as I thought about that. Kelvin had gone down on me. It had been so long ago, and always so infrequently that it wasn’t a piece of knowledge in my repertoire. That hurt. I was so tender.

“Well, I’m sorry I haven’t spent my twenties fucking for fun with random people for that level of wisdom—”

“Ouch.” He pretended to wince.

“I haven’t been single, and readily available to join sex clubs to watch, teach, and learn—”

Tobias’ neck swung, and he issued me a deathly gape, “Don’t let your mouth get you into some shit a simple spanking can’t correct, Lennox. Get your ass in this shower so you can get some sleep!”

Were his words threatening? Yes. Tobias’ tone was promising, too. Would he hurt me? Physically? Absolutely not. However, in the state I was warped into, it was more than my body that was compromised. My heart was in trouble, too.

I closed the door to the suite behind me while looking across the room for movements. Lennox was still knocked the fuck out, buried beneath the comforter of the king-sized bed. Quietly, I placed my phone and the house remote control on the nightstand, then pulled my shirt up and over my head, and pushed down my sweats, tossing them into a chair against the wall. After pulling the bedding back, I crawled onto the mattress, shifting until I was right against her small, soft body.

Lennox lay on her back, her right knee leaning over the left. The towel holding her damp hair from the shower earlier had opened over the pillow, several curly tresses escaping its fold. Her lips were slightly parted as she slept, and I still couldn’t believe she was here with me. The girl was beautiful, unaged from the day I met her at the mall.

Excitement raced in my veins, desire bloomed in my balls, and before I knew it, I was leaning over her tiny body, kissing her parted lips. My greedy ass wanted more, not being able to let the tired girl rest. I reached beneath the comforter and sheet and brushed my finger down the soft bed of her hair and into her folds. She wasn’t wet, understandably, but that didn’t sit well with my greedy ass. I licked my fingers, pushed back down beneath the bedding and found her pussy again, rubbing it. Her clit was flat, but within a few seconds, it swelled like my heart each time I thought of her.

As I caressed her, dipping into her sweet cave, I studied the muscles in her face. It was Lennox’s breathing that changed first. Her eyelids shifted next. How quickly had I worked up a rainstorm between her legs. A part of me felt guilty for exploiting her need, her lack of sexual satiation. Another part of me felt privileged to be the first to bring it to her after a fucked up marriage. Thinking about her dating again after her divorce had me fucked up. Feeling her puddling against my cupped hand, reinstated my confidence.

“Mmmm…” Lennox stirred, legs straightening down the mattress then opening, forfeiting to her pleasure.

I kissed her again, my lips tarrying over her mouth. My tongue traced the lining of her lips, tickling her senses.

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