She whimpers, throwing her head back against the pillow, and I start to fuck her harder, never letting the vibrator slip away.
“Tobias, please. Oh fuck…” The curse rips from her lips, and she slams her palm back against the headboard as she rolls her hips forward to take me deeper, and I watch her ride another orgasm out. She clenches down on my cock this time, and it takes me over the edge. Her sweet little cunt holding me tight as I come hard inside her.
She bats the vibrator away with a murmured curse, and it falls to the comforter beside us, but I want one last orgasm out of her before we finish. Especially if this is the last one I get. So I pull out of her and move down the bed, quickly taking care of the condom before I slide between her thighs again.
Her eyes are still closed, head back on the pillow, and hand across her forehead as her breathing starts to shallow out again. Just as I slide my tongue over her in one long slow drag. She gasps immediately, legs drawing up before I catch them and pin them down. I tease her again with my tongue and she cries out.
“Tobias. What are you doing? Fuck. There is no way I can again.”
“Just one more. Last one. I promise.”
“Tobias…”
“Please. For your birthday. For me.” I smirk up at her, and she takes a deep breath but relents, her thighs falling open for me. I pull her down then, burying my face against her and taking time with her clit. Slow long drags while I try to bring her back to me. She fists the comforter at first, but then slowly after a few seconds, she starts to rock forward the slightest bit. Her hips seeking my warmth, and I work her clit in my mouth, kneading it with my tongue and then sucking hard.
She gasps again but her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer and I feel the swell of satisfaction when she speaks again.
“Fuck. I’m close. Somehow. Oh my fucking god. You’re good at this. A little more.”
I do as she asks, sucking a little harder and sliding two fingers inside her, bending them as I stroke her from the inside, and it doesn’t take long before she’s writhing against my face and crying out for me. Repeating my name over and over like it’s a prayer, and I’m her god.
When she’s finally spent, I release my grip on her, standing slowly and finding the trash for the condom and the wrapper. I open her closet and grab a washcloth from the same cubby where the towels are, taking a quick trip to the bathroom to wet it down with cool water before I return to her.
She’s sitting up when I get back, looking dazed and vulnerable. I hold up the washcloth before I slide it between her thighs and she takes it from me, a small smile on her face in return. I sit next to her on the bed, brushing her wild hair back over her shoulder.
“You are gorgeous. So fucking perfect, Scarlett,” I say softly, running my fingers up her thigh.
A little sound of amusement before she closes her eyes and rests her head against my shoulder.
“That was not what I expected.” She breaks the silence after a moment.
Honestly, me fucking either. She’s breaking me tonight in so many ways, and she doesn’t even fucking know it.
ELEVEN
Scarlett
I’m stilla little lost for words and shell-shocked from the sex we just had. I gladly signed up for this because I expected him to be rough and selfish. To take me like I was a doll, come inside me, and then tell me he had to leave. Which honestly, I would have been up for. A new mood for my thirties. What I definitely did not expect is this version of Tobias or any of the sides I’ve seen of him tonight.
“Didn’t think I could make you come? Ouch. No faith in me, huh, Spitfire? I see how it is.” He grins at me, and it melts a little more of my resistance, making me nervous. I shift against the pillows.
“Just not that many times. I never have, like that…” I trail off because now I feel awkward talking about fucking other people with him still naked in my bed.
“Yeah well, I could give you a lot of things you’ve never had. Just have to let me.”
Another thing my stupid heart kicks up in response to. This is just post-sex haze clouding his judgment and his words. But it makes me smile that he’s still so sweet and playful.
Because I had fully expected him to bolt after he came too, and not be nearly this thoughtful. It’s having a dizzying effect on my post-sex recovery. I need a minute and some distance to recover my wits.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up and check on the laundry really quick.”
“Sounds good. Okay if I grab some water from the kitchen?”
“Of course. Go ahead.”
We go our separate ways then, and I definitely did not have watching Tobias Westfield’s gorgeous naked ass walk across my living room on my bingo card tonight. But I don’t mind it. A slight improvement on the boxer briefs that looked like they were painted on. I bite the inside of my cheek and hurry off to the bathroom, glancing at the time on the dryer on the way. It’s almost done, which means our time is almost up too. I can mentally process all of this once he’s done and gone. A thought I reassure myself with while I clean up and get ready for bed.
When I emerge,I grab his stuff out of the dryer and double-check to be sure it’s really dry before I head back into the bedroom. He’s sprawled out on the bed flipping through channel options on the television, looking every bit as sexy as when I left. He grins when he sees me naked and hurrying into the closet as I drop his clothes on the bed.
