“Tobias.”
“That will do, too,” I say, blowing along her center, increasing my speed while using the ridge of my finger to fully prime her. “Not your fucking roommate,” I lick her soundly from center to top, sucking her clit briefly to earn my first plea. “The man in your life, your partner, your soulmate, your other half,” I dip again and jackhammer my tongue where she needs me most. She mewls in protest when I pull away.
“Tobias.” Her voice is laced with years of ache, and I feel every single day of our separation.
Heart hammering its own plea and fully erect again from just the taste of her, I tamp down my own need because there’s something I want more.
“I thought I would never hear that again, dis mon nom.” Call my name. Dipping, I nudge her clit with my nose, and she bows off the bed. She needs this just as much as I do. Flattening my tongue, I smoothly lick her again and pull away.
Tossing her head back in agitation, she slams her eyes shut as I press in a second finger, filling her before nipping her clit.
“Who am I?”
She lifts her hips, searching for friction. In response, I hook her legs over my shoulders, ignoring my greedy dick as it demands its rightful place. But it’s greed I shove away, needing to feast.
“Who loves you, Cecelia?” I enunciate each word carefully, knowing they’ll bring her back to the first night I brutally kissed her in that clearing, a place that has since become sacred to the both of us. I want her to know that even then, I wanted her for myself. The way I still want her. I’ve been starving for her. But it’s penance I’m paying, for then, before there can be a now.
My needs don’t matter.
Not yet.
“Please,” she cries out as I continue to run my finger along her G, feeling the telltale swell. She rips at my hair, thighs quivering and squeezing around my head. I reward her with another long pull on her clit. Pulling away, I gaze up at her, just as she sinks her nails into my scalp in retribution.
“Slow,” I remind her. “I’m capable of slow. It requires patience. You think I haven’t suffered through the lesson of patience while waiting for the right time to come back to you? Waiting all these months for the day I could finally and fully give in to what I feel for you? All I’ve got now is time.” I savor the anger swimming in her eyes, her pebbled nipples, the flush of her skin, the swell of her body.
Rising from my position, I lift her top from her body as she pounds against my chest in protest, in an attempt to get me back to the task at hand, all traces of her own patience gone, her need taking over. I hover above her as she glares up at me, still covered in my release.
“You want to take things slow, Trésor? Is that what you want? All these years apart wasn’t enough? If I seem eager,” I let her hear the jealousy in my tone as I lift my hand, spreading my cum on her chest before sliding my palm down her stomach. “If I seem eager, it’s because I want to erase every touch that wasn’t mine.” I trail my hand down her body and press my essence between her thighs. At the moment, I’m at her mercy in every aspect of our situation, even in the bedroom. But it’s time to remind her that I’m still the bad guy, and forever will be the tyrant she fucked and fell for—and on this playing field, we’re equals. But her relent to let me dominate is a gift I refuse to let her take away. The vulnerability that shines in her eyes, the emotions she’s feeling, the hint of helplessness is what I need solely for the purpose to let her know—in this physical way—she can still trust me as she has countless times before. Her pleasure is mine, and without it, I’m not the same man.
Fingers still thrusting inside her, I hoist myself atop her and press our bodies together as I gaze down at her with the culmination of the longing I’ve felt, hoping she can see.
“I love you,” I murmur and instantly see her eyes soften. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, so much.” Emotion threatens as I think about the collective seconds, hours, minutes, days, and years I forced myself to believe she could never belong to me again. Of how at one point, I knew I possessed her, that she was mine, and losing her cost me more than a broken heart. It cost me my sanity and my soul. “I can do slow, but don’t deny me my rightful fucking place.”