by Gigi Thorne
I found myself on my knees again, the wooden floor cold, hard. My body was on fire, my heart racing and my palms sweating. His erection was right in front of me and my mouth watered for another taste.
Lifting my head, I looked into his face and held my breath at the expression he gave me.
Need.
Lust.
Passion.
Gaze heavy lidded and face a little flushed, Toby looked fierce from his desire.
I wrapped my hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. He grunted from the contact, but I didn’t stop. My throat tightened and my body hummed with arousal. Leaning forward, I engulfed the crown into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him, of his flavor.
He groaned above me and speared his hands in my hair again, his nails digging into my scalp. His taste was salty but had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. I moaned around him, trying to get even more of him in my mouth. And then I felt the tip of him hit the back of my throat.
“That’s it. Take it all.” He groaned and his cock jerked in my mouth. I braced my hands on his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of my mouth and then push back in. He fucked me like that, slow and easy. His pre-cum covered my tongue, made me drunk.
“Fuck.” His hold on my hair tightened, and his thrusting became more frantic.
He was going to come.
I closed my eyes and focused on him. I was addicted to every aspect of him.
Toby thrust once, twice, and stilled on the third as he buried his dick all the way in my mouth. I felt his balls bump my chin and his cum coat the back of my throat as he got off.
God, he tasted all male.
I felt my own pleasure mounting. I wanted to touch myself to get off. But when his cock slipped from my lips and he forced me to look at him, I was helpless. I felt a drop of his cum on my bottom lip, this salty maleness that consumed on my senses. He reached out with his thumb and collected that drop, pushing the pad of that digit into my mouth and making me taste him fully.
“It’s so fucking hot watching you lick it clean, knowing you’re taking my cum into that pretty little mouth of yours.”
In the next second Toby hauled me up. His mouth crashed against mine, claiming me fully. I pressed closer, needing more contact. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, tasting me, making me memorize his flavor. He pulled away and looked at me, his chest rising and falling, his desire clear.
I knew I couldn’t deny him anything. I wouldn’t.
6
Toby
“Get on the bed, baby.” I said the command, knowing I might be pushing the boundaries, moving too fast, being too intense, but not able to control myself where Nora was concerned.
She moved over to the bed without any resistance, and when she lay down, all I could do was stare at her. The sight of every inch of her body on display for my visual pleasure was slowly draining my self-control.
“Spread your legs. Let me see all of you.”
She did as I said, bending her knees, her legs falling open. I ran a hand over my mouth, her pussy coming into view, that soft, pink flesh all glistening and wet for me.
I moved onto the bed and between her thighs. Placing my hand on one of her inner thighs, I pushed it open even further, watching as her pussy spread even wider for me. She was primed for me.
“Your pussy is making me so damn hard,” I groaned. “You’re making me like fucking steel between my thighs.”
I lifted my hand and ran my finger down the center of her cunt. Her body visibly shook. I couldn’t help but love that just the slightest touch from me affected her so much. Placing my thumb on her clit, I gently applied pressure while I slid my index finger over her slickness and circled it around the opening of her pussy. Slipping my finger into the wet, hot depth of her body, I grunted when her pussy sucked the digit inside.
I finger-fucked her in long strokes while I rubbed slow circles around the swollen little bud of her clit. The breathy cries that came from my girl had my cock throbbing and leaking cum. Fuck, right now I felt like I was going to get off.
Using my other hand to grip my shaft, tightening my fingers around my aching dick, I started tugging at my cock while I thrust my finger into her. I could have come just from watching my finger dip into her body, feeling it tug at the digit, but I wanted to fill her up with my seed.
“Yes, Toby,” she whispered.
Fuck, I wanted inside of her so bad.
I continued to push my finger into her and breathed out. Fuck, I was so damn hot for her, so ready for this. She moaned when I added another finger. I couldn’t help but stretch her tight little hole. “So fucking hot.” Twisting my fingers in her, I felt her inner muscles clench around me. Holding in my groan was not an option.
I pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth and slid my tongue along her bottom lip. She tasted good, sweet and fresh and all mine. I moved my fingers and she cried out, her pussy gripping my fingers.
She was close to getting off. I could feel it as her inner muscles tightened around the digits. I knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and she would go off.
“Please. More.”
Staring at her chest, I couldn’t help how my mouth watered. Her nipples were hard and tight, as if they were begging for my mouth. Leaning over, I suctioned my lips over the taut peak.
“Yes.”
I ran my tongue over her nipple. Damn, her skin tasted sweet. While I sucked and licked, I moved my hand down her stomach to the hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy once more.
A cry left her.
I lifted my head, her nipple coming free from the suction of my mouth with a pop. I circled her clit again, harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure and then removing my finger right before she went over the edge.
“God. Fuck me.”
Hell.
I didn’t know if I could have held out much longer anyway, but I liked teasing her. Latching my mouth onto hers, I stroked her body until she shook and cried out against my lips. I swallowed the sound of her pleasure, feeling my own need to be buried inside of her mounting.
I found myself pressing my hips into the mattress, trying to let off some of the lust I had for the only girl I’d ever wanted. It was no use. There was no denying that there wasn’t a substitute for what I really wanted.
When her body stopped shaking, I pushed my jeans down the rest of the way and tossed them aside. Then I moved into position between her splayed thighs. I wasn’t going to be gentle, not when I was so wound up.
I had a hand on each of her legs, feeling the delicate flesh of her inner thighs slightly damp from her need for me. It had me hard as fuck. I was harder than any other time before.
Placing the very tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt, I lifted my gaze to her face. I pushed into her, filling every inch of her tight, hot pussy with my cock. Her mouth opened and her back arched.
It was hard as fuck.
Oh. Christ.
I thrust my dick into her, looked down between our bodies, and watched as I moved in and out of her. She was wet and pink, hot and mine.
This was my fantasy come to reality. But this wasn’t just about sex. This was about claiming her, making Nora mine irrevocably.
I smoothed my hands over her skin, up her belly and over her arms. I lifted her upper body. In the next second I had her flipped over so I was now on my back with her over me. The sight was incredible.
“Ride me, baby. Really work for what I have to give you.” She made a little sound as she started working that pretty pussy all over my dick. Her wetness coated my shaft and her inner thighs. I was riveted to the sight, loving that I could see my cock disappearing into her body then reemerging.
Fuck, I was close to coming as it was, and no amount of holding off this time would keep me from going over the edge.
“Christ.” I tightened my hold on her outer thighs, squeezed her lush flesh as my orgasm started to rise. I wasn’t going to last.
“Damn.” I then started lifting my hips, pounding my dick into her every time she pushed down on me. When I started to come, I reached up and grabbed her tits that were bouncing wildly in front of me.
“God, yes,” she groaned.
I squeezed the big mounds and roared out my release.
Fuck.
She collapsed on top of me, and we both breathed out, neither speaking.
I held onto her, keeping her close … never letting her go.
Nora
The silence stretched on and I knew I had to ask, had to broach the subject. I was afraid though, not sure how this would play out despite what had just happened between us.
“What are we doing?” I whispered and then gasped when he rested his forehead against mine, closed his eyes, and sighed.
“What are we doing, Nora?” He repeated my question softly, and opened his eyes to stare into mine.
I nodded, my mouth dry and my throat tight. “Yes,” I whispered.
He stared into my eyes for long seconds. “We’re finally being together, finally giving each other over.” I was silent for long seconds. “Tell me this isn’t just me, darlin’. Tell me it isn’t just me feeling like I couldn’t handle not having you in my life in this way, by my side.” He sounded so sincere. “I’ve loved you since before I knew what that was, needed you like I needed oxygen.”
“What I feel for you is so strong. It ... scares me a little, but in a good way.”
He moved his finger along my cheek again and leaned in and kissed me softly. “I know, sweetheart. I feel the same way. I’ve felt that way for as long as I can remember. I won’t let you go. I can’t, baby.”
I couldn’t breathe. His words resonated deep within me.
“No other woman compares to you. No one ever has.” He stared right in my eyes. He lifted his hand and ran his finger along the edge of my lips.
“Is it wrong that a part of me is afraid of the intensity in which I love you?” I whispered.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Baby, if you knew how much I love you, how long I’ve loved you for, that would scare you.” He chuckled and leaned in and kissed me softly. He sobered. “I’ll never be good enough for you, but I can promise you that for the rest of my life I’ll try.”
“I love you,” I said, the words coming out of me on their own. It felt so good to say them.
“I love you too, darlin’. Always have and always will.” He tucked me against his side and I curled next to him. This was my life. I was really going after what I wanted, and I wasn’t turning back.
I’d never turn back, not where Toby was concerned.
7
Toby
Several days later
Nora’s mom had the biggest smile on her face, and her father looked proud as he grinned and gave a sharp nod in my direction.
I sat on the loveseat with Nora, my arm wrapped around her shoulder, her pulled impossibly close to me. I wasn’t about to hide my PDA where she was concerned, wasn’t even going to pretend like I needed to be proper in front of her folks. Being with her was my dream, my life’s goal.
And now that I had her I was going to make sure everybody knew that she was mine.
“It’s about time,” her father side in a booming voice, his happiness clear. He glanced over at his wife and took her hand, curling his fingers around hers. Nora’s mother looked up at her husband and smiled, the approval on both of their faces evident.
Although I would have been with Nora no matter what, because she was my priority and what she thought mattered, having her parents’ approval of this relationship was at the top of my priority list as well. If they didn’t approve it would’ve been heartbreaking, but I couldn’t have let her go, no matter what.
“So what are your plans, son?” Nora’s father got a serious tone but I could tell he was still lighthearted over the situation. Right now he was being a father, protective and wanted to make sure his little girl was taken care of.
I sat up straighter as pride filled me. “Yes, sir. I have a lot of plans for Nora and me.” Damn, I felt really good right now. My girl was beside me, her parents asking what our next steps were. Shit, I was in heaven.
I looked over at Nora, who was already looking at me and smiling. Although we hadn’t actually discussed in detail what was going to happen, I knew what I wanted.
“I know what I want to happen,” she said softly in that sweet, sing-song voice of hers. “I want to be with Toby. I want us to have a future, a farm like you and Mamma have.” She looked at her parents. “I want us to be able to grow old with you guys close by, watching as our children grow up.”
My throat got tight at her words. God, I wanted that so badly, too.
“And what about you, Toby?” Nora’s mother said. “What do you want?”
I looked at her and smiled, Nora’s mother fighting for her life yet still so supportive and kind when it came to us and our relationship.
“Ma’am, all I want is to make your daughter happy. I want her as my wife, the mother of my children.” I looked at Nora again and curled my fingers into the soft skin right below her collarbone. “I want to sit on the porch during the evenings and look out at the sunset, keeping her close and letting her know I will always be there for her.” My heart beat for her. “I want to tell her that I love her each and every day.” In that moment it was just Nora and me.
“Damn, son,” Nora’s father said and I glanced over at him. “You’re making me look bad in front of my wife.”
I grinned and Nora’s mother chuckled.
“I think it’s sweet and romantic,” Nora’s mother said and leaned into her husband. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the crown of her head.
That’s what I wanted with Nora and me. I wanted us to share a lifetime of memories. I wanted us to share our lives together, forever.
Nora
Six months later
I could have cried, I was so happy.
“So she’s cured?” my father asked and the doctor smiled.
“We don’t ever say cancer is cured. We say remission, but Delores is definitely in remission.”
I felt tears track down my cheeks and quickly wiped them away. I started smiling, a big, wide grin as I looked over at my mother. She looked at the doctor in disbelief, tears in the corners of her eyes as she laughed happily.
“This calls for some celebrating,” Toby said as he took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze.
“This calls for one big ass party,” I ended up saying, not caring that I’d cursed in front of my parents or the doctor. Right now I didn’t care about anything aside from the good news that my mother was on the road to being and feeling like herself again.
We all stood and I immediately embraced my mom, not helping the fact I started bawling like a little baby. She tightened her arms around me and whispered how things were okay. How everything would be okay.
I hadn’t realized how scared I’d really been of losing my mom until this very moment, until I heard that she wasn’t going anywhere, that the cancer wasn’t stealing her life anymore.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” my mom whispered softly but that just made me cry harder. She pulled me away and looked into my eyes, smiling. Wiping my tears away, I couldn’t help but feel like that little girl who she’d tucked in at night and read books to.
Toby was right beside me, pulling me into an embrace, telling me how everything would be okay. He’d always been right by my side, giving me his strength, showing me with and without words that he loved me unconditionally.
“You doing okay?” he asked against my ear and I nodded.
“Yeah, despite how I’m acting right now.” I laughed softly and sniffed, wiping the remainder of my tears away. “Thank you for being here, for always being here.”
He shook his head slowly, cupped my cheeks, and leaned in to kiss me softly. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere, ever.”
I knew that, loved that even. The very thought of not having hi
m here broke my heart.
After we stood in the office for a long while, celebrating the good news, we headed out. My father embraced my mom once we were by the car and I felt myself tearing up again. They’d been high school sweethearts, and after all this time they loved each other even more than ever.
I looked at Toby and knew that I’d have that with him, too. Hell, we already did. I wanted him by my side, wanted to have a family with him, grow old with him. I wanted all of that and more with him by my side.
He smiled. “I want that too, baby. We’ll have that tenfold.”
I realized I said those words out loud. But there was no embarrassment. There was only love for the man that I loved, for the boy who had been an important part of my entire life … for my one-day husband, and the father of my children.
There was only love for the man who was my future.
Epilogue
Toby
Ten years later
I couldn’t help but smile at the woman I loved, my wife, the mother of my two children. I loved her more every day, so fucking much my chest hurt. I placed my hand over my chest and breathed out slowly.
We’d gotten married a year after I told her how I felt, and although I would have eloped with her right then and there, I wanted my girl to have a big, fairytale wedding.
Nora smiled as she placed the bowl of cut-up watermelon on the picnic table. The BBQ was something we did every year. We had both of our families here, our property filled with our loved ones. It was something I looked forward to every day, and I knew she did as well.
The farmhouse we’d bought five years ago had needed some good old-fashioned TLC, but it had ten acres of wooded land and a pond, and so we’d bought it and busted our ass making it our home.
