Page 82 of The Chase
Snatched away into nothing but rapture.
“I like this plan,” he said. “Come together.” His body stilled beneath me, both of us coming hard, slick and wet from our mingled sweat, writhing in unison, losing ourselves, giving over to this moment and finally letting go.
Exhausted, I fell forward onto him and nuzzled onto his chest and rested my head there. Tobias slid me to the side with him still inside me, and he brought me into a tight hug and wrapped a leg possessively over mine.
We lay like that, not talking, the only sound was our contented sighs, the only sensation, his warm body against mine, our breathing in sync and his arms crushing me to him.
He’d brought peace to my storm.
Tobias only left me briefly to visit the bathroom and as he strolled away with that confident swagger, I ogled his sculpted back muscles and savored the way moonlight reflected off his impressive physique and my gaze drifted to his bum.
He turned quickly and grinned at me.
My hand slammed to my mouth to stop my squeal.
As he headed in I could no longer hold back my grin as this burst of happiness forced me back. My head met my pillow with a thump, my mind spiraling with thoughts of never wanting him to leave.
When he climbed back in, I felt safe again.
Easing back the blanket to expose him, I caught his amusement as I shimmied down and lowered my head to his groin.
“I want to know what this says.” I ran my fingertip along the Latin inscription.
His cock was half-erect as it rested against his thigh; he could have been carved from marble he was so striking, those elegant veins, the ridged edges so exquisitely formed, and despite my closeness I strained to keep my focus on the Latin.
Tobias traced his fingers through my hair and found a strand to play with. “It’s actually hidden down there for a reason.”
My scalp tingled at his touch. “Now I am intrigued.”
“This can be our little secret. I hide my ink so I’m not defined by it. Don’t want to be seen coming.”
“No pun intended.” I traced my fingertip over the foreign writing. “Tell me about this one?”
“Promise to suck my dick again and I will.”
“Deal.”
“That was easy.”
“Or, I could just memorize it and do a quick internet search on a translation site.”
“Yes, but where’s the fun in that?” He grinned and opened his arms. “Come here.”
Beaming with joy, I moved upward and crashed against his chest and nuzzled in, melting as his strong arms wrapped around me. He reached for my faux fur blanket and pulled it up and over us.
His affection was keeping the world at bay. “Thank you.”
He peered down at me. “What for?”
“Everything.”
“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.”
“No one has ever touched me the way you do.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I’m serious, Tobias. You have this way about you.”
