Page 68 of Unfriend Me
“Me neither.” He swallowed hard, but didn’t move, other than to catch my lips in a sweet kiss, his muscles trembling from his body hovering over me.
He took his time, his kiss unhurried, the roll of his tongue and the nip of his teeth a lazy stroll instead of a galloping race. When my head felt ready to fly up into the clouds from his kiss alone, he shifted, kissing my cheek and then a spot below my chin. His kiss moved to my clavicle and then between my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, liking it but wondering what was up with the jump-scotch kisses routine.
“Shh,” he muttered, moving to kiss me again on my stomach. “I’ve decided kissing every single mole of yours is my goal for today.”
My brain sparked and fizzled, desperately trying to remember if I happened to have a mole on my clit. Was it even possible to have a mole there? “Girls don’t have moles. They have freckles,” I told him. Damn, my mouth just would not shut up.
He raised his eyebrows at me, his mouth so close to my happy place I could feel his breaths fanning the flames my sassy mouth was probably dousing. I made the motion of zipping my lips and throwing away the key. His head dipped back down and he went back to work, finding and kissing every freckle on my front side before climbing back up my body.
“Titus,” I whined, my hands grabbing on to his back and trying to pull him down on me.
“I like it when you whine. But I like it even better when you scream my name.” Titus’s voice sent a shiver down my limbs.
He leaned in to kiss me, finally letting his weight sink. There was nothing like the weight of a man pressing you down right before he filled you with his cock. Titus didn’t disappoint, kissing me until I wiggled underneath him and spread my legs wide in invitation. He took the hint and bent my leg to give him more access. He let his cock drag over my slit several times, his blue-eyed gaze watching my face intently.
I opened my mouth to let him have it and he chose that moment to plunge forward, filling me completely and stealing away my words. His hands found mine, linking our fingers together and pressing our hands into the mattress as he slid almost all the way out of my body before thrusting back in. The drag of his bare cock was now my drug. The one thing that could set my body on fire at first touch.
“Fuck, Amelia.” Titus’s jaw was locked tight, his gaze never leaving my face.
I gave him my eyes as I gave him my body, needing the connection at both points. His ab muscles flexed above me, the bands of muscles in his arms bunched tight on either side of me. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass, urging him on. Pleasure spiraled, building so fast I nearly wept when he jerked back and pulled out.
“Why?” I whined again.
Titus only gave me a look I’d describe as a reprimanding smolder. He lay down next to me and rolled me to my side, lifting my top leg and sliding back home. He didn’t say a word, but his intent was clear. Everything about this moment was soft and slow, the desperation for each other beat back by a deeper yearning for connection, one that would last a lifetime. He tilted his hips to a better angle and let his hands roam my body. He touched me everywhere, all the while smiling at me lazily.
This wasn’t fucking and it wasn’t even sex. This was lovemaking. And I suddenly wondered why I’d never known there was a difference. Then again, I’d never given Titus a chance before now.
Sixteen years after the fact, I finally got it right.
I grabbed his ass, the one with the little peacock now etched in his skin, and urged him faster. I couldn’t take the slow thrusts much longer or I’d beg him to take me hard and fast. He complied, hooking my leg over his arm and reminding me of how strong he was. I could handle most anybody with my sharp mouth, but Titus could own me with his strong body in bed. The headboard slapped against the wall with each powerful stroke and it only took a few seconds for me to go up in flames. I moaned through the release, the sounds soon turning to whimpers.
My eyes wanted to roll back in my head, but I forced them open, remaining on Titus even as pleasure washed over me so intensely I wasn’t sure my blood pressure could handle it. So full of concentration, he bit his lip and reminded me of when we were kids. He’d bite his lip whenever he was learning something new and he wanted to get it right. My heart melted, knowing my best friend, the one who’d always been there for me, was now my boyfriend. My one true love. He rocked my world then and he most certainly rocked it now. Different, but even better.
Titus grunted, long and low, his hips faltering. He leaned over and claimed my lips as his body shuddered. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kept him close until his breathing evened out. A contentment so strong I knew there must be another word for it that just hadn’t been created yet grew in my chest. I finally had everything I’d ever wanted. Could have had it a long time ago if I’d pulled my head out of my ass.
“We need to wake up just like that every morning. Promise?” Titus muttered into my neck several minutes later.
I snorted, but liked the idea. “I think I need another room service delivery.” I blew a strand of hair away from my eyes. I was exhausted in the very best way.
Titus propped his head up on his hand. “By the way, I wasn’t joking when I said that bed-and-breakfast I’m building is yours. Take all those good ideas like room service and use them for your own business.”
There went my eyes again. Jesus, this man was too sweet for my emotions to handle. “It’ll beourbusiness. I’m not doing anything alone ever again.”
His eyes heated. “Oh, really…”
“Well, except for girls’ night. And shopping with my sisters. And maybe…” I began to list off things on my fingers.
I didn’t get very far before he pounced, tickling my sides right where he knew I was ticklish the most. That’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend. They know all your best tickle spots.
Epilogue
Titus - 6 months later
“For the love of blow jobs, woman, have mercy!” I didn’t want to mess up Amelia’s perfectly curled hair, but she needed to get off my cock this instant.
She’d cornered me in the walk-in kitchen pantry, dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants before I could remind her the ribbon cutting ceremony was supposed to start in half an hour. The whole town was set to come to our official grand opening and so far the only one coming was me.
