Page 33 of There's No Place Like Oz

“Goodnight, Dorothy.” Tobias whispered.

“Goodnight.” But now I couldn’t sleep for a different reason. So I placed my hand on top of his knuckles, and I interlaced our fingers. He answered by closing his fist, securing my grip there.

I smiled silently. My heart rate slowed. Calm and peace filmed me. Calm, peace, and an urge to…

I pulled his hand closer, and I placed it against my breast.

He accepted the invite. He opened his palm, and he cupped me gently. No pressure, just his warm palm touching me through my tank top. He held me there, and he idly stroked the inside of my breast with his thumb through the material. Back and forth, back and forth. He drew electric lines over my night gown, while his palm cradled me like I was a delicate treasure. I was sure he felt how perked my nipples were against his palm, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t react. He just kept absentmindedly drawing small shapes on me.

I nudged back my hips, wanting to feel a bit more of him, while he got to feel a bit more of me, and Tobias placed his chin on my shoulder. His warm breaths buzzed my ear, when he spoke very, very softly.

“Careful.” The strain in his voice made me not want to be careful at all. The rebel in me only wanted to test those limits.

“Careful about what?” I played naïve, while I squirmed until my hips were just a little closer to his. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.” A little closer. Just a little more.

His grip tightened on my breast, and he squeezed me to try and keep me in place. As much as I liked it, and as disappointed as I was, I took the hint that he didn’t want to go any further. I stopped moving and tried to settle down the thump in my chest.

“I said,careful.” He muttered more softly now. Buthewasn’t careful. He drew slow lines of pressure across my chest until he reached my other breast. He pinched my pert nipple between his fingers, the fabric creating very little barrier to the sensation, and I moaned softly on accident. “Do you like that?” He asked, and I nodded in immediate confirmation.

Tobias drifted his hand down to my stomach, and he hooked his fingers under the hem of my top. I’m sure he could hear the absolute pounding of my heart as he started to drag that material upward. The satin slid over my skin, and that delicate touch was so absolutely erotic. I took a deep breath, puffing out my chest as his fingers reached my rib cage. I held that breath as they lifted higher. The slick fabric passed my nipples without a hitch, and Tobias left that material by my neck as he replaced his hand on my now completely exposed chest.

His hands were rough and hot when there was nothing between our skin. “You’re so soft, Dorothy.” He lifted his chin until his lips were touching my ear. Then he spoke with an unexpected harshness. “You feel really fucking nice in my hand.”

If those words weren’t enough to take me over the edge, the way he fondled, pinched, and explored me might. I clenched my thighs, trying to get ahold of myself, but that need in me only had me sinking my hips lower. I pressed back until I could feel him against my ass. Hard, thick, long.

“Fuck.” He was the one unable to hold in a moan this time, and hearing him directly in my ear did something to me.

So I pushed further. I rubbed my ass on his cock. Feeling bolder now, I taunted him back. “I know somewhere that feels even better.”

He traced circles around my nipple, trailing powerful sensations despite the subtlety. “Lead the way, Dorothy.”

I loved how my name sounded in his unraveling tone. I did as I was told, taking his hand in mine, and directing it downward. I kept his hand over my shorts as I placed it between my legs. “Can you feel that?” I asked, not at all innocently now. I was so wet, it took only the slightest pressure to communicate that even through my clothes.

He drew a line up my center, then he slipped that hand back down and sank the material further into my arousal. “I think I prefer the feel of your skin.”

A compliment. A dare. I hooked a finger under the waist band of my shorts, and I nudged them down. I pushed my shorts down to my thighs, then I lifted my knees so I wouldn’t have to sever the connection between our bodies. With a little effort, I managed to get my shorts all the way off, then I grabbed his hand, and I placed it back where I’d left it, directly skin to skin on my pussy.

“Is that better?” I asked coyly, though my body was still on fire. I was still nervous, still doubting myself, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

Tobias pressed his elegant fingers between my folds. He brushed my clit before dipping down to play in my wetness. He slipped a finger inside, then he drew a line back up my body. My voice was completely unashamed this time.

He nipped at my ear before dipping into me again. “You’re right. This is better.”Deeper. “Spread your legs for me.”

If Tobias wasn’t hot enough as it was, him telling me what to do while he played with my pussy had me desperate to have more of him inside me.

“What will you give me if I do?” More boldness. Fuck, I was so turned on.

He nudged his clothed cock more fully against my ass, giving me a preview of the size of him, and I was prepared to beg for it before I’d leave this room without feeling its full length.

“What do you want, Dorothy?” The question was explicit, demanding my verbal consent, and I had to psyche myself up to put such a thing into words. He kept ghosting the lightest touch on my clit, which only made clear, logical thought more difficult. When he dipped into my core again, I started fucking myself on his fingers, hoping he would take me without making me say it out loud.

My breathing hitched. My heart skipped a beat. He removed his fingers, and he smeared my arousal up my stomach. He continued upwards, then he slipped his fingers between my lips. I whimpered as I licked and sucked on each digit, tasting how he made me feel.

Then he jerked his hand away suddenly. He shoved his pajamas down. And he placed the head of his cock at my entrance. “I need you to tell me, Dorothy.” He growled into my ear, my name now sounding even hotter in his rough and deep voice.

I sunk my hips down, drawing the head of his cock into me. That first inch of pressure, as he made room for himself in my body, elicited a filthy sound from my throat.

He clamped down his hands around my hips, and with strained commitment, he pulled away again, leaving me empty and wanting.

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