15. Harmony
CHAPTER 15
Harmony
I wasn’t planning on telling him about my life and family dynamic—it just slipped out. I almost want to chastise myself for opening up to him. For giving him such personal details of how I grew up and the relationships I have with my parents.
This unease sits in the pit of my stomach like a heavy rock. I don’t know if it’s regret or uncertainty. Perhaps it’s neither. But my real question is the same as always when it comes to relationships. Will Toby accept me for who I am—messy background and all?
“Explains why you were at my favorite surf spot earlier today,” is what he says to me.
“You surf?” I tilt my head as I regard him, not sure why I’m surprised at his mention of surfing. It’s like a new side to Toby. He surfs. Like I do. Is the ocean his peace, his heaven, too?
“Don’t look so surprised. I haven’t in several years but, yes, I used to. I grew up here. In case you haven’t noticed, this is a small town and surfing is one of the things the kids do for entertainment since the ocean is so close.”
Toby turns toward me, examining me. We’re so close, his warm minty breath tingles on my face. Where did he get a mint?
I’ve never been this close to him. The electricity in the air is causing the hair on my arms to stand. When he leans in, his lips pressing against mine. It’s completely unexpected, but it’s so good I return his kiss with an eagerness I typically don’t exude. It’s urgent and electric, causing my body to warm and tingle in other places. Just from that kiss.
“Woah,” I can’t help myself from murmuring what I’m thinking when he pulls away. I lean in again, unable to stay away, and kiss him more.
When we breathlessly break apart for a second time, he looks like he wants to say something. I don’t want him ruining the best kiss of my life, so I go back in for a third time.
I’m not usually this bold, this aggressive when it comes to a guy. I don’t know what this is between us. It’s confusing that it feels this amazing. That it feels so right to be kissing a man, who most of the time, seems to hate me.
“Yeah, woah is right.” He stares into my eyes, and I notice there are specks of copper in his that make them appear soulful. They also have this deepness to them, like it’d be nothing to jump into them.
We stand there looking at each other, into each other, and it’s the most intense, yet vulnerable experience I’ve ever had.
He slowly backs me against the wall, my head right next to my painting. I automatically wrap my leg around his hip as he comes in for another kiss, pressing me into the wall with the weight of his body. I’ve never been so assertive, so needy before. This is so right. Urgent. And I want more.
“Hold on,” he tells me as he grips my thighs and easily holds my weight against him. He carries me down my short hallway at my guidance and enters my bedroom. Setting me on my bed, Toby grabs the neck of his chestnut brown sweater and pulls it over his head. He’s not the soft marshmallow I thought was hiding under all those sweaters he always wears. Nope, he’s all toned hard muscles. I run a hand down his washboard abs until it’s resting against the band of his pants.
This is the point of no return. And I’m ready to cross it. With Toby.
“Are you sure you want this?” His husky voice—sexy beyond belief—surprises me. He’s waiting for me to acknowledge that I want him, that I want this between us. And I do, more than I’ve ever wanted it before.
My hands go to his zipper and pull it down. I’m thwarted when he bends over and grabs the hem of my t-shirt. He yanks it over my head, tossing it in the corner near my surfboard.
He rears back and watches me as I sit in front of him. Being in nothing but my swim top and pants feels vulnerable, but his eyes are so appreciative and not at all judgemental like Rob’s always felt. With a hand on my shoulder, he gently pushes me back on the bed. “Lie back.”
He undoes my pants and pulls them down to my knees, my swim bottoms going with them. Taking my foot by the ankle, he carefully continues peeling them off and taking my socks off too. He repeats this on my other leg, then lays a kiss to my inner ankle and knee, the sizzling undercurrent causing me to squirm with need against my bed.
He abruptly stops, taking me in for a few long seconds. Like he doesn’t know where he wants to start.
My hands automatically go to the underside of my sports swim top to scoop it over my head. When I’m about to pull it off, he grabs my hands to put a stop to it. “I want to do it.”
He crawls over me, his hands on either side of my neck as he hovers above me. Leaning in, he peppers surprisingly soft kisses along my neck, his scruff tickling me as he goes. When he starts suckling my skin, I press my thighs together to reduce the throbbing ache that’s taken over. He creates a line of kisses on my other side before coming back to where he started. His hands slowly move under my top as he rolls it over the swell of my breasts, groaning when they are finally free. He works my arms through the top with careful ease and over my neck, tossing it aside with the rest of my clothes.
“So perfect.” His growl makes me throw my timidness out the window. I can’t be shy now. Not with the way his eyes roll over me in appreciation. His lips envelop my taut nipple, pulling it slightly as he sucks hard. I can’t help but groan and push up against him. With every writhing roll of my hips, the wetness between my legs increases.
His hand grips my impatient waist, holding it against the bed as he continues to suck and lick my breast before releasing it and starting all over again with the other.
“Please, Toby. More.” My throaty groan is needy and husky as I try to move against him to relieve the building need inside me.
He releases my other nipple, and his lips kiss and nip down my torso where he stops at my belly button ring. He tugs it gently, causing a wave of deliciousness straight to my core. He groans against my navel, the sound nearly reverberating my entire body, and then continues his descent until he’s at the apex of my thighs .
My fingers twist into his hair as I simultaneously pull him toward me and push my hips up. He releases his grip on my waist. His fingers smooth down my skin, and eventually, they part me. Slowly, he slides one in while his tongue gently flicks my sensitive clit. I can’t help but clamp my legs around him as my pussy squeezes his finger. I grind against him for friction as he saws it in and out of me in time with my bucking hips. Another flick of his tongue against me, and I cry out in delirious euphoria as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had blasts through me.
Holy. Shit.
I didn’t know that was even possible. I work to bring my breath back under control, slightly embarrassed at my body’s strong reaction to him, to what he just did to me.
Sitting back, his hands knead my thighs as he waits for the quaking in my muscles to ebb. And when it finally does, he leans across and blows air across my clit, causing me to tremble and moan more.
“You’re sensitive. That’s so hot,” he says, his raspy voice giving away just how turned on he is “ You’re so hot.”
He stands and finishes unbuttoning his pants before they end up on the floor. Fumbling with his wallet, he pulls a condom out and all I can think about is how it’s not really necessary since I’m pregnant. But then again, if he hooks up with women a lot it’s probably a smart idea.
My thoughts break when he crawls over me. He takes my breasts gently into his hands and circles his thumbs over my nipples.
“God, these breasts. They’re so perfect,” he whispers into my ear before kissing behind it. He takes my mouth next, our tongues mingling together. He continues circling my nipples with his thumbs, and I’m already speeding toward another release.
“I think I can give you another orgasm just by loving on your breasts, you’re that sensitive. I can’t help it. I need to try.” When he squeezes one nipple, I cry out from the painful pleasure, my hips bucking against his thigh on their accord. The slight friction sends me higher, making me almost come again. He kneads my breasts with both hands, and my nipples rub against his palms with a delicious friction that only adds to the onslaught of sensations that both overwhelm and bring me closer to the edge. He leans over me and gives my nipple another hard suck. I nearly orgasm on the spot.
His mouth on me is too much. I cry out in release a second later, riding out the high even longer than last time.
Who knew that was freaking possible?
I’m slightly embarrassed by the wetness I’ve left on his thigh, but before I can think too much about it, he growls and it’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“This won’t do.” He grabs me under my arms, and shifts me higher on my bed. My arousal starts to wane, and I whimper until he’s back over me, hands above either shoulder, hovering over me. I want his weight on me. I want him. All of him. I’m obviously no virgin, but it’s never been this good. Ever.
“That’s better,” he mewls. “You good?” His lips are just above mine as he asks.
I barely get my breathy answer out before he’s pushing into me, stretching me deliciously until it burns and I can’t take any more of him.
“Breathe, baby.”
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath. When I release it, he thrusts up into me even farther before stilling within me. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he pants against my neck, his weight crushing me in a way that feels phenomenal.
“Move, Toby,” I wiggle against him, desperate to work myself back up, to chase that release again. “Give me more. Please.”
“You’re bossy.” He smiles against my lips, rubbing a hand over the mermaid tattoo on my thigh. “I like this. It suits you.” He caresses it again, then squeezes my thigh in a possessive way that makes me wonder if he’s claiming me.
“Quit distracting me. Move already.” I grind against him, and he chuckles but starts moving with me, though slowly. He’s hard where I’m soft, and we move as one, pushing each other higher and higher.
He feels so good, so right. We work together. Every kiss, every thrust, every lick brings us closer to that moment where we can freefall off the ledge together.
Without warning, he pulls out of me and shifts onto his knees. He guides me onto his lap and slides slowly back in. In this position, I feel every delicious inch of him filling me even more. With one of his strong hands guiding my hip while the other rests on my abdomen under my belly button, he starts thrusting again.
I match his every thrust and grind back down onto him in perfect rhythm. I teeter so close to the edge but have yet to fall over.
“Harmony. Oh, yes.” He drives in harder, bringing his hand to my breast and rubbing his palm against it in time with his motion. He rubs my clit, too. And holy fuck, stars glitter behind my eyes as my whole body clenches. I hold on as the wave of my orgasm takes flight.
He gives me time to wade through the high, then fucks me hard.
“Oh! Oh! Toby.” I grind against him to help get him there too. I’m going to feel this everywhere tomorrow, but I don’t even care.
“Fuck. Yes,” he hisses a moment later into my ear as he explodes. Then collapses onto me.