And that’s it.
My eyes narrow, and I shove my fingers into her mouth, prying her lips apart. She flicks her tongue over the tips of them, and I lose it. My patience snaps like an elastic band stretched too tight. With one jerk of my hips, I’ve got half my shaft inside her hot mouth.
She gags at the intrusion but doesn’t fight me. Her lips mould around the shape of me as she plants a hand to my thigh for balance and lowers another to cup my balls. I thrust deeper,unable to stay still. She takes it with a soft choking noise and gasps when I retreat, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
“Still confident?” I grind out, hoping like fucking hell I haven’t pushed her too fast.
A tear drips down from her eye, and I swipe it away before it can touch her cheek. She nods, then brings her mouth to my tip, sucking it softly, tauntingly. I wet my lips and chuckle, twisting her hair around my knuckles.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
She obeys. It does her no good once I’ve shoved inside that perfect mouth and poked the back of her throat. Her breath grows trapped in her lungs, unable to rush back out as I hold myself in place. The tears that glisten in her eyes twist up my insides again, so I pull out, tensing my jaw in frustration.
Tilly licks her lips, but there’s so much spit dripping down her chin that it does no good. I keep her head in place and try to steady myself.
“I like it when you’re rough with me. If I need you to stop, I’ll make sure you know,” she says, stroking me tightly while kissing my tip.
It’s the confirmation I needed. This time, I shove deep and stay there, letting her choke while tears cascade down her soft skin. When she moans, I feel the vibrations down in my balls. I blow out a curse and start up a rhythm, fucking slowly into her mouth.
“My hellcat,” I groan, watching her rub her thighs together, shorts unbuttoned. “I don’t want to waste my cum in your throat.”
Her eyes flash, but she nods. I pull out and help her to her feet before sweeping her into my arms. She kisses me instantly, wrapping her legs around my middle. I walk us into the bedroom door and set her down on the edge of the bed, keeping our middles together as she spreads out on her back.
“I want to take the risk with you,” she whispers, shimmying her shorts down to her knees. I help her out of them completely. “No more regrets.”
“No more regrets. No more wasted time,” I declare.
We can’t afford it. Not after all of this.
Her chest rises and falls steadily. There’s no hint of worry or fear in her expression, only overwhelming clarity. I swallow and dip my fingers into the band of her panties, guiding them down her smooth, tan legs. Foot by foot, I free her of the second-last boundary between us.
The lace bra hiding her chest goes next, until she’s bared for me, completely exposed, inside and out. A rough noise escapes me as I stare at her, trying to stamp this image of her into the backs of my eyelids. Flushed and eager, she lies on my bed—our bed—and watches me, waiting. I fist myself and follow the hand she’s bringing to rest between her thighs.
She puffs out a sigh when her fingers pass her clit and part her lips, spreading herself for me. I tongue my cheek and squeeze her knee where her leg is still curled around my hip.
“That’s my job,” I murmur, tugging her until her ass rests against the very edge of the mattress.
“So take over.”
My lips spread in a smirk as I nod and bring my cock to her spread pussy, running it up and down. Every pass over her dripping hole has her bucking up, trying to get filled. I give in, sliding the tip inside before pulling back and rubbing against her clit.
“Tell me you’re mine again.”
She shudders, pressing her ass into the mattress. “I’m yours.”
“Take me, then.”
I slide inside, root to tip, not stopping until I bottom out, unable to push any further. She moans, a hand flying up to hold my shoulder as I bear down, panting over her. There’s a momentwhen neither of us moves. With me buried completely inside of her and those round, glimmering eyes on me, we just . . . exist. A beat passes, then another, before either of us can collect ourselves enough to move.
Slowly, I slide out, keeping our eyes locked in a hold that nothing on the fucking Earth could break. She wets her lips and sucks in a breath, her heel digging deeper into my ass. I work back inside and drop a hand to the mattress, using it to keep myself above her. Her nails stroke up my bicep before she’s gripping it, whimpering as I pick up my pace, thrusting harder.
“You’ve got something else in that head of yours, hellcat. More words you want to tell me,” I grit out.
She arches her chest, tightening her hold on me to the point I think her nails might puncture skin. I don’t pull away, even when the sting lets me know she’s done just that. Warmth drips down my arm, and I snap my hips harder, tilting them up so my cock hits higher inside of her. Her high-pitched preen fills the room, and I pull her thigh higher around me, forcing her ass off the mattress.
The headboard smacks into the wall as we move. There’s no slowing down now. Tilly’s loud, crying out as I hit the part of her that makes her eyes burn into mine. I want more. Need everything. Every fucking noise and plea and word that’s ever existed in her mind.
“Tell me,” I snarl, closing my hand over her tit, massaging it.
