Page 40 of Hold Me Closer
"Move with me, butterfly." He rocks his hips into mine, showing me how. It takes us a minute, but we quickly figure out a rhythm, working together. He drops me, surging forward. I roll my hips, taking him deep.
We moan together, lost in ecstasy as pleasure builds to a crescendo. But it isn't enough. I want all of him. Every damn inch, raw and wild.
"More, Teo," I gasp, clawing his shoulders. "Please, more."
He groans, tipping me over backward. I sob as he comes down on top of me, dragging my leg up over his shoulder. The change in angle seats him deeper, so damn deep he takes my breath with every hard snap of his hips into mine.
"Goddamn," he growls, dipping his head to pull a nipple into his mouth. "I feel your pussy clenching around me every time I move, Nadia."
"I know!" I sob. "It feels so good."
"God, yeah, baby. I don't want to stop. Want to stay right here forever, listening to those little whimpers." He bites my other nipple. "You sound so sweet falling apart on my cock."
My inner muscles clamp around him again, the coil in my belly cinching tighter.
"Are you going to come all over me, Nadia? Fuck. You are, aren't you?"
"Y-yes," I sob as he pounds into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.
"Do it. Come hard for me. Let me feel it before I lose my damn mind," he growls. "Been waiting to know what you look like, what you feel like, what you sound like when you're coming all over my cock since I was a damn teenager. Give it to me. Set me free, butterfly."
He slips his hand between our bodies, pressing his thumb to my clit.
I shout, my hips bucking into his wildly as I fly apart. Waves crash over me, unmaking me from the inside out. I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't feel anything but pleasure crashing through my veins again and again.
"Nadia!" Teo roars, pounding into me without rhythm. His hips slam into mine before he goes still, grunting a curse.
I force my eyes open, my heart pounding as he throws his head back, his big body trembling. His cock jerks inside me, ropes of cum splashing hot deep inside. I moan in ecstasy, my eyes locked with his as we come together, tangled in bliss.
It's beautiful in a way I never expected. Perfect in a way that brings tears to my eyes. In this moment, we aren't Nadia and Teo or Nadia or Teo. We're finallyus, complete for the first time in our lives.
"Ican't believe youfinally learned how to cook." I grin mischievously at Teo as we sit beside each other at the breakfast bar in his massive kitchen. He's wearing nothing but a pair of sweats resting low on his hips, and I'm in his t-shirt and my panties. A heaping plate of spaghetti and homemade meatballs rests in front of me, with freshly grated parmesan and garlic bread in bowls between us. It looks amazing.
"I'm full of surprises, butterfly." He smirks at me as he rolls spaghetti onto his fork. "Even took a damn class in college."
"I bet Aunt Miranda was thrilled about that." I laugh quietly. "Remember when you set the oven on fire trying to make a TV dinner?"
"We're not talking about that," he rumbles. "Besides, I didn't learn for my mom."
"Ah," I tease, "So you got tired of living on ramen and turkey subs at school, huh?"
"I couldn't take care of you properly if neither of us could cook." His blue eyes drift over me, something deep and unfathomably warm in his expression. "And I seem to recall your mom having to replace a microwave or two because of you microwaving utensils."
I stare at him with wide eyes, my fork hovering near my mouth. "You learned to cook for me?"
"Yeah." He pauses. "Even when you weren't mine, I did every fucking thing I could to prepare in case you ever…" he trails off, clearing his throat. "Well, I was always a hopeful motherfucker when it came to you, Nadia. Have been my entire fucking life. That never changed."
"Teo," I whisper, my heart clenching in a vise. Every time I think maybe my heart is done breaking over everything we've lost, another little piece of it crumbles. Will it ever stop hurting entirely? Probably not. Maybe, had the accident not happened,we would have found our way back to one another a long time ago. Maybe by the end of Thanksgiving break, we would have been back together, inseparable again. He was determined to make it happen, and my defenses were in shreds when I ran out of there that night. I wanted to turn back around as soon as I left. I thought about turning around the whole damn drive. But I'm stubborn, and I didn't. And then it was too late. We drifted so far off track, but our hearts never changed. "I hate how much time we've lost."
"Me too."
I drop my gaze to my plate, wishing like hell that we could go back and do it over again. "I missed so much of your life. All the important moments for the last six years."
"There weren't many of them, Nadia."
I snort, lifting my gaze to him. "You were drafted to your dream team. You won the championship. You moved to California." I nod at the food in front of me. "Learned to cook."
A ghost of a smile touches his lip. "And you ran off to California and won a Grammy. You released an album. Went on tour." His brows furrow. "Please tell me you also learned to cook."
