“Tell me, Bobby.” I give his words back to him, hoping they work as well for me as they do for him.
I feel his chest vibrate as a small laugh rumbles through him. Then he squeezes me tightly, pulling me on top of him. Our eyes meet, his dark to my gray, and one of his thick fingers gently brushes my hair behind my ear.
“Nothing is going to change, right?” he asks softly.
I’m surprised by the scared, uncertain sound of his voice. I press a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose. “Nothing has to change unless we want it to. This is a big opportunity, but you decide what to do with it.”
His nod is a vow. “I promise nothing will change. You and me forever, Willow. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I can feel the moment stretch, meaning woven through it. We’re on the verge of a cliff, about to jump off into open air. We’re holding hands, jumping together, but that’s a small comfort to the natural fear of both falling and flying.
But for now, we’ve got both feet on steady ground, the foundation of us sure and firm.
“You’re going to be a big star, Bobby Tannen. But for now, you’re still mine. All mine,” I whisper.
“That won’t ever change.” His tone is serious, but I want to ease his worries, not let him fall deeper into them. I pull my glasses off, dropping them to the nightstand, and he takes the hint, changing tones. “What are you going to do with me if I’m all yours?” He’s baiting me, teasing himself as he lifts his hips beneath me.
I can feel his hardness pressed to my center, and I move up and down, letting the ridge of him massage my clit and down toward my opening. “Mmm.” I moan at how good he feels there, wanting more. But first . . .
I throw the blankets off, moving down Bobby’s body, pressing kiss after kiss to each inch of warm skin I discover—his sharp jaw, the muscles of his pecs, his sternum, his ribs as he gasps and his belly goes tight. My nails score down his thighs as I get lower.
“Willow?” he groans from above me.
I look up his body, smiling sweetly and then sticking my tongue out to lick a slow circle around the crown of his dick.
“Mmm.” The sound he makes is low in his chest as his hips unconsciously thrust up for more. One of his hands cups my head, and he traces my lip with his other thumb. “Tell me.”
“I want to taste you,” I whisper so quietly I’m not sure he can even hear me, but he does. Of course he does.
“Do it, sweetheart.”
I take him into my mouth, feeling his hardness slide over my tongue an inch at a time. More and more, I swallow him down. Breathing through my nose—thanks, Katelyn—I let him slip into my throat. I move up and down his length over and over.
His breath goes jagged, and he folds his arms behind his head, using the pillow to prop himself up. I open my eyes, meeting his, and his grin is pure, wicked desire as he watches me take him into my mouth.
Again and again, I consume him, am consumed by him. He gets closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, losing control and moving with me, encouraging me faster, deeper, harder. His hands move, one threading back into my hair to control my head and the other holding the base of his shaft as he fucks my mouth. I moan at the sensation of being under his control. Mostly, I cry out at being his, the only one who can bring him this pleasure.
“Now.” The grunted warning comes a split second before he does, his release hot and salty. I gulp him down, wanting every drop. He shudders, tapping his head against my tongue with a satisfied smirk.
“Come here.” His hands reach under my arms, pulling me up to him. He kisses me fully, not caring that I just swallowed him down.
After one deep, thorough kiss, he keeps pulling and pushing, arranging me the way he wants me. I end up on my knees, straddling his face as he reclines on his pillow. Gripping my hips, he stares at my center. “I want you to ride my face, fuck my mouth with this sweet pussy until you come on me. I wanna drown in you.”
I don’t know what to say to that, but I do as he says and move my hips over him. His tongue laps at me, tasting my skin and juices hungrily. He focuses on my clit, one of his thick fingers filling me in time with the circles his tongue makes. I cry out, quickly on the edge myself. “Bobby!”