Chapter 27 Tobias #2
“Leila, that’s just the tip.”
“Oh, thank God.” She exhaled, then furrowed Her brow. “Why just the tip?”
“It’s a very tight squeeze,” he said. “I can’t just ram into You. Well, I could, but You wouldn’t like it.”
Her eyes widened. “Is this going to be painful? I was afraid of this.”
“It’s a process. That way You’re comfortable.”
“How do you know all this?” Leila said.
Tobias thought back to his conversation with Sabine from nearly a month ago. “I came prepared.”
Leila nodded, relaxing beneath him. It wasn’t lost on him that his cock was still partially inside Her and the rest of it was begging for the same.
A chaotic mess of anxiety and desire waged war within him, competing for his attention, and he fought to still his mind and his breathing, desperate for some sense of control.
Wrangling composure, he cooed against Leila’s lips, “I’ll be gentle.
If You want me to stop, just say so.” All the while he eased himself inside until She’d taken him in fully, his body ending where Hers began.
Leila’s breathing was shallow, Her fingers digging into his arms. “Does it hurt?” Tobias asked, but She shook Her head, trembling beneath him.
“I just need a moment,” She said. And Tobias nodded, kissing Her lips and Her neck, indulging in the heavenly warmth of Her sex wrapped around his cock.
Her grip on his arms loosened, and he flexed his hips, pulling back slowly and surging forward.
She gasped, a sound of pleasure, then captured his lips between Hers, releasing a strangled whimper into his mouth.
“Do You want me to—?”
“Yes,” Leila panted, clamping him tight between Her thighs. “Keep going.”
He rocked his hips, a bit awkwardly at first, until he found his rhythm, undulating with Leila as if their bodies were the rolling sea.
Nerves spiked beneath his flesh, poking holes in his confidence, until Leila writhed against him and clawed at his back, Her fingernails leaving the most intoxicating pain in their wake.
He set his doubts aside. He must’ve been doing something right, each scratch mark along his flesh validation of his prowess.
He tested his limits, coming in harder, and Leila tossed a leg over his back as She called his name in his ear.
Victory. He basked in each sensation—the hunger of Her raking hands, the heaving of Her breasts, and the throbbing of his cock, on the brink of ruin.
His mind was a mess, flitting between the allure of Leila’s body, to Sabine’s wisdom, to anything that would temper his arousal.
“Just like that,” Leila whimpered. “Fuck Me.”
That didn’t help at all. Tobias nearly lost himself, and he gritted his teeth, praying for staying power.
He was thrusting faster, fueled by his lecherous thoughts and Her filthy mouth, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last. He groaned into Her hair, sweat dripping down his back.
He wanted, needed to bring Her to completion.
Resolved, he grabbed hold of Her thigh, pressing it into Her chest and throwing Her calf over his shoulder.
“Tobias—”
He came down harder and deeper, and he was certain the pleasure wasn’t his alone when Her voice climbed higher.
Each stroke came to the hilt as he filled Her entirely, and Her hands latched onto his ass, forcing him against Her with each thrust. Her orgasm was near—he could feel it—and it was well-timed, because the pressure within him was building, nearly ready to explode.
“Tobias, I think—” Her breathing became laborious. “I think I’m going to—”
Come. The word disappeared in a moan, and She bit down on Her lip as if to contain Herself.
“I want You to,” he panted. “I want to make You come.”
A slight fib. He needed Her to come, because he was seconds away from it himself, and even the most unappealing thoughts wouldn’t be able to hold him back for much longer.
We’re at war. I lost my apprenticeship. Milo’s dead.
He fought to distract his mind, but everything within him was fiery hot, and Leila’s cunt was so wet and tight and oh my God, stop thinking about it.
But he couldn’t. The end was near. He just needed Leila to get there first.
Then it happened—Her body went rigid, and She let out the telltale cry of ecstasy.
Her sex tightened around his cock, holding it captive, the most delicious feeling he’d ever experienced.
She trembled beneath him, eyes clenched shut and mouth wide, a vision of bliss that he’d created.
Her orgasm could’ve lasted for an eternity.
Time had slowed as he reveled in Her, soaking up the woman who had welcomed him into Her body.
She sank into the mattress, Her muscles loosening as She caught Her breath.
That was his cue, and it didn’t take long before his own dam burst. His cock throbbed as a primal intensity overtook him—pleasure he’d felt before, but somehow it was better in this warm, wet place.
Leila held him against Her, taking in all of him as he basked in the utter euphoria of being one with Her.
The intensity ebbed. He hadn’t noticed the heavy surging of his lungs, how his heart was threatening to break through his chest. He collapsed at Leila’s side, sweat cooling his overworked body. Leila giggled, a vision of pure glee, their bedsheet pressed to Her chest.
“I must say, I’m impressed with us. I think we’re rather quick learners.” She nudged his shoulder. “We seemed to get the hang of it.”
Tobias didn’t respond, his eyelids heavy. That was amazing. He’d meant to speak the words aloud, but he was distracted by the fatigue settling over him. He’d been exhausted before, but never in this intoxicating way.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m more than all right,” Tobias managed to say. “You beautiful, irresistible creature.” He smiled aimlessly at the ceiling, creeping his hand into Hers. Leila was his promised, both in heart and in body.
“Are you tired?” Leila asked.
Tobias nodded. “You wore me out.” He closed his eyes. “Why?”
“Well, I was going to recommend we do it again. Maybe try a new position. But if you’re tired—”
Tobias rolled on top of Her, throwing Her into a fit of laughter. Sweeping the hair from Her face, he grinned. “I’m not tired anymore.”
Her giggles disappeared against his lips as She threaded Her arms around his neck. My promised. My love. The morning would bring many uncertainties, but he’d handle them as they came. In that moment, there was only Leila, Her inviting lips and the soft curve of Her body.
He hadn’t planned on sleeping anyway.