Page 76 of Follow Me Down

All Iwantis Titus.

My hands find the back of his neck as I pull him closer to me, my fingers digging lightly into his flesh as thedesirecoursing through my body starts to take hold. I feel like I can’t get him close enough. I want to feel himeverywhere.

“I want you,” I say against his mouth.

“Then I’m yours.”

It’s only seconds before his lips are on mine again and he’s moving with me still in his arms, guiding us through the cabin with complete ease.

He pushes his way through the bedroom door, but I’m too far gone to care where we end up. The only things that matter are the way his body flexes as he lowers me to my feet and the way his hands skirt up my bare back as he pulls the fabric of my shirt over my head and deposits it on the floor. My bra is next. His fingers against my flesh cause prickles to pepper along my arms as he slides each strap down before tossing it to the side.

He steps back and looks at me for a long moment, appreciation shining through his gray eyes. Just the sight has my skin blistering from the heat of his gaze. And then he’s moving, slowly lowering himself onto his knees in front of me.

I’m in complete amazement, watching him unravel me just as he’s done countless times over the last few weeks. His fingers go to the waist band of my shorts, sliding them down my legs in one fluid movement. He kisses the top of each thigh, running his nose along the seam of my panties before slowly standing and guiding me onto the bed.

He stands before me, his breathing rapid as he leans forward and slowly removes my last articles of clothing.

My entire body goes rigid as he spreads my legs open, allowing his eyes to trail across my now bare exterior. I don’t shy away from his penetrating stare. Instead, I embrace it. Encourage it. I want him to see all of me, have all of me.

I hear the buckle of his pants and the rustle of fabric as they fall to the floor, the tear of the condom. His eyes dart down as he rolls it onto his length, but my gaze remains locked on his face. On the way he’s looking at me–making every part of my body ache with the need for his touch.

He crawls up the bed, the heat from his body causing tiny beads of sweat to form along the back of my neck as he settles his weight on top of me.

He pushes my hair from my face, his lips once again finding mine as he kisses me deeply. I jump slightly when his hand slides between us and settles between my legs. When his fingers push inside of me, all coherent thought leaves my body.

I become greedy, lifting my hips to meet his hand as he pumps his fingers inside of me.

I’ve never had a man’s touch control me the way his does. I feel each flicker of movement across every surface of my body.

When he pulls his hand away, I whimper, but my disappointment quickly fades when he slides his hard length against me, his face hovering inches above mine.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, grinding down harder.

“Yes,” I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“This?” He continues to tease me, lining himself at my entrance but making no move to do what every part of my body is aching for him to do.

“Titus,” I practically scream, my frustration mounting.

This seems to snap what little restraint he has left and he immediately plunges inside of me, both of us crying out from the intensity of our bodies coming together. Pulling back, he slams into me again, pulling yet another scream of pleasure from my mouth.

It takes minutes—or maybe it’s only seconds—before the warmth starts to work its way through my lower belly. Titus senses my heightening desperation and pushes my legs further open, pounding into me so deeply I swear I feel him everywhere.

“Titus,” I cry, my body so overcome with pleasure I’m not sure how to control myself. Every time I think there’s no way it can get any better, yet every time he finds a way to take it to the next level. I honestly don’t know how he does it. It’s like he has a map to my body and has studied every river and valley so he knows exactly what roads to travel.

My body explodes around him.

It comes in waves, washing over me, warming every single inch of my body until I can feel the effects all the way to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Titus makes me feel every ounce of my pleasure as he continues to thrust inside of me, pulling every last bit of desire from me that he can. My body is shaking, trembling from the aftermath.

Titus’ movements start to become less controlled, frantic even, and then he lets out a deep groan, pumping inside of me several more times before letting himself go.

When he stills inside of me, he pulls back slightly and hits me with the most incredible smile. The action does funny things to my heart. His lips find my cheek first, then my forehead, followed by the tip of my nose before he finally presses them gently against my own.

I continue to pulse around him as he sweetly kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as his hand pushes the tangled mess of hair away from my face.

There are so many things I need to say. So many things bubbling to the surface that I have to bite back. I want you. I need you. I’m falling so hard and fast that I’m terrified if I let go I’ll go careening out of control.

“Your dinner is going to burn,” is what I choose to say instead. To which I earn another breathtaking smile seconds before he climbs off of me.

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