“I was getting a lot out of going down on you,” I answered, shifting restlessly. He obliges me, striping his tongue up my center. Sucking sounds as he fingers me rhythmically, driving me higher.
“Yeah, Sunshine,” he says, taking his mouth off me long enough to leave me mewling like a kitten at the loss of his mouth. “I like getting you off, too.”
Then he’s back at it, circling, licking, sucking. Driving me higher and wilder while holding back the release I need.
This man knows me intimately. In ways I’ve been afraid of letting anyone see. He barged through every defense like it was nothing. Patient and skilled as a hunter taking down prey.
I never saw him coming. Literally or metaphorically.
When I can’t stand another moment of torment, I thrust my fingers into his close-cropped curls and lift my hips. Begging. Tovian has me right where he wants me. He teases me for another few seconds. A groan of frustration escapes my lips.
I swear I can feel him grinning as he pushes me over the edge. I climax against his tongue with his fingers crooked inside me, pumping unhurriedly, letting me linger in that space for as long as I can hold it. At last, I relax, slumping against the [surface], boneless.
He knows when to withdraw, too. I’m too sensitive, yet still somehow unsatisfied.
“Up.”
“Huh?” Slowly, I peel myself off the [surface]. “Tovi, we’ll get caught.”
“So?”
“They’re kids, they can’t see us—”
He shoves me against the wall, kissing me hard. I taste us, commingled, and arch upward, wanting more. Needing it with every fiber of my being.
“They won’t catch us if you’re quiet.”
Tovian cups my ass and pins me against the wall. He’s hard and insistent at my hip. I squirm, but I can’t impale myself on him from this angle.
“I can be quiet.” I say in a whine of pure need.
“Yeah. Good girl.”
Being so strong and so much bigger than I am, he hooks my legs around his waist and holds my arms against the stone. I resist with one wrist only. He lets me go. I reach down with shaking fingers and angle him inside me. The second he’s in place, Tovian grips me with unyielding fingers and slams my hand back in place. He drives hard, seating himself fully in a single stroke.
I gasp. I can’t catch my breath. There’s only out and out and out, in time with the battering of his hips, pinning me to the wall with each thrust. He shifts, putting one forearm beneath my bent knee, still pinning me but with better traction. This is a ferocious claiming. He’s forcing me to stay in the moment, remember only his skin on mine, a reminder of whose child I carry and what he’ll do to protect us.
I clutch his hair and try to meet his thundering pace, but all I can do is receive. I’m his. He’s letting me know that this is forever. I’m marked, body and soul, and I fucking love it.
Probably ought to tell him that.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Say it again, Sunshine,” he demands through gritted teeth.
The climax is so close. Right there, driving me higher with every punishing thrust.
“I love you.”
“Only me.”
“Only you. And our baby.”
“Fuck.”
He loses control. I didn’t know Tovian could be that wild. He fucks me with a feral, unbridled need, filling me, taking everything he needs. Somehow, I get there first. I clutch his head and bite his shoulder in an effort to stifle my orgasm, but all it does is make him even wilder. My spine grinds against the stone. I don’t even care. The pain is only a delicious tang to the pleasure coursing through me.
His breath blasts hot across my neck and he comes, driving me into another climax even harder than the first.
