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“And you make my dick verrrry happy.”
Eliza smiled. That she gave him joy was perfect. “I can’t see what they’re doing.” It was awfully sweet to Eliza that Manny was attracted to Doris.
Tobias plowed in and out of her cunt as his fingers toyed with her anus. “I don’t want to know.”
“But— ”
“Hush, baby, and enjoy.”
And she did. His body rocked hers as Tobias himself had rocked her neat orderly little world.
When he shuddered against her as he came, Eliza was not worried about coming. She wanted the fullness and closeness Tobias gave.
Tobias, though, wanted more. “Turn around.” When she did he dropped to his knees and placed his mouth in her pussy and sucked on her clit.
Eliza buried her hands in Tobias’ hair and pushed her pelvis against him. He was relentless in his quest to make her come. He lapped and sucked and toyed with her until she collapsed in his arms, tired but happy.
“Eliza, baby?”
“Yeah?”
“This love thing?”
She smiled. “Uh huh?”
“I don’t want to let you down.”
The concern in his face touched her deeply. “Hush, Tobias. All will be good.”
Epilogue
Four and a half months later at the Brisbane airport, Eliza waited impatiently at gate twenty-two in the International terminal for a glimpse of Tobias. It had been six weeks since she’d seen and tasted him in the flesh. Leaving the US was hard after their trip to Denver. She had enjoyed the most perfect time with Tobias. They had taken every second to enjoy each others bodies. They had talked about everything and anything as they drove along. He enthralled her and the countryside dazzled her. It was so different from Australia. But more than all that was the luxury of lying in bed with Tobias as he told her his dreams and when he listened to her desires. She had never felt so safe or loved.
Eliza was wild to see him. Absence did indeed make the heart grow fonder. She searched the crowds of people pushing through the gate for that one face she knew so well. Eliza was dying to kiss him. A good old-fashioned kiss of hands and arms and bodies touching that ensured her she wasn’t dreaming and that he did exist.
When she caught a glimpse of him, Eliza threw any thoughts of decorum out the window as she ran to him, pushing people out of the way in her need to be with him.
Tobias saw her and quickened his pace, catching Eliza as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss was just as she planned. A hungry, need filled sharing between soul mates.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“I thought I’d go crazy not seeing you. I love you.”
And that was the best gift Tobias could ever give her. “I love you back.”
“Oh, baby, I need you so much. It’s been hell these past weeks without being able to bury myself inside you.” Tobias kissed her hard, his hands grasping her ass as he carried her through the terminal.
Eliza could feel his dick pressing into her stomach. Six weeks of her own fingers had not relieved any tension within. “I need you now.”
“Oh hell yeah. Bathroom?”
“Nah, too crowded and smelly.” Eliza thought frantically where they could go and have sex before they exploded in frustration. The car park was the best option. Besides, she was paying a phenomenal amount of money to park at the airport. Having sex in her car would make it worth the cost and if they shocked a few then that would be a bonus. Eliza slid from his arms and took his hand. “Car park. Now. You. Inside me. Hurry.”
“Hush.” Tobias took one of her hands in his and leaned in to her, lips almost touching. “But let’s run.”
Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible wil surprise someone enough that they wil give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fal on your arse, but after al , that's what cel ulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgraceful y.
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