Tomas huffed out a breath, like it had been knocked from his lungs. “You’re sure?” he said.
“Yes.” I’d never been surer about anything in my life. I’d only ever been with Ryan and I wanted to erase his touch from my body. I needed that so bad, and if anyone could do that, it was Tomas. But mostly, I just wanted him. “Please.”
He cupped my jaw, eyes searching mine. “We’re gonna take this nice and slow,” he said. “Anything you don’t like, you tell me. You want to stop, I’ll stop. Understand?”
I nodded. He didn’t need to say it. I already knew he’d make sure this was good for me. Tomas made everything good. When I nodded and reached up, kissing him again, he instantly took over. His tongue swept inside, tangling with mine as he lay me down on one of the floor mats in the gym.
He came down beside me, still cupping my face, and leaned back in to kiss me again. He didn’t hold back. He devoured me, and I couldn’t get enough of him. His hand slid down to the base of my throat then lower to cup one of my breasts, gently pinching my nipple.
I moaned and squirmed. So good.
“More?” he said against my mouth.
“Yes,” I said, panting against his lips.
He shoved up my shirt and tugged down the cup of my bra, then his mouth was there, sucking my tight nipple into his hot mouth while he palmed the other. My fingers slid into his dark hair, holding him to me. He didn’t let up, working me into a needy mess before giving the other breast the same attention. I was panting and squirming, so turned on I thought I might come from his mouth on me alone.
He sucked the swollen peak deeper and tugged. I cried out, liquid heat curling low in my belly. I was so hot and slick between my thighs I was actually kind of embarrassed by how wet I was.
Tomas lifted his head, fire in his eyes. “I want this off,” he said, fisting my shirt, then he tugged it up and over my head and threw it aside. The bra came off next.
He kissed me again as he covered me with his body, his hips pressing into mine. I moaned at the feel of his hard cock. I lifted my hips, grinding up against him, and Tomas hissed.
He dragged his mouth down my throat as I clutched at his shoulders. His lips traveled over my breasts, giving my nipples more attention until they were insanely sensitive.
His hands dropped to my shorts when he moved lower, tugging them and my underwear off. I watched him as he looked down and cursed under his breath.
“Christ, Angel, look at you. Baby, you’re so wet.”
My face got hotter.
His eyes lifted to mine and the fire had gone molten. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He licked his lips and gently pushed my legs farther apart, his hand dropping to his cock, squeezing the hard flesh through the fabric of his pants.
He groaned and dropped down, burying his face between my thighs.
I cried out, my hand dropping to the back of his head, fisting his hair when his hands went to my ass, lifting me, holding me to his mouth. He groaned against me, sucking and licking at me in a way that made it clear he loved it, that he loved the taste of me, the act of pleasuring me with his mouth.
I was nearly there already, then he pushed his tongue inside me and started fucking me with his tongue. My back arched instantly, fingers gripping his hair tighter, and I flew apart, coming so hard I struggled to breathe.
When I opened my eyes again, Tomas was looking down at me in a way that made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. He unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside, then his hands dropped to the front of his pants and he undid them, shoving them down. But instead of covering me, he lay down on his back beside me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The man had a beautiful body, and my mouth went dry when my gaze lowered to his hard cock resting against his stomach.
“This first time, you’re on top, Angel,” he rasped and reached down, taking his cock in his hand and stroking. “Climb up.”
I didn’t wait for another invitation. There was nothing I wanted more than Tomas finally inside me. I straddled his hips, moaning when I leaned in to kiss him again and my chest and belly made contact with his bare hot skin, with nothing between us. One of his hands left my ass and he reached for something.
“Can’t wait any longer. I need in you, Steph.”
He’d grabbed a condom from his pants and I sat back a little and watched, squirming, as he rolled it on his gorgeous cock. Then he fisted it. “Fuck me, Angel. I need you to fuck me.”
I didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on that I was, but when he said that, his voice rough with need, my pussy clenched and I thought I might die if I didn’t feel him inside me.
I lined myself up and gasped when he rubbed the fat head through my folds, slicking himself on my wetness. Then he was right there and I started to lower myself. I bit my lip at the way every thick inch stretched me, and whimpered and shook when I took the final fat inch all the way.
Tomas growled, his hand on my hip, gripping me tighter, the other sliding up my back to my neck, and he pulled me down for a kiss.
We both moaned when I rolled my hips. Tomas’s hold tightened and his panted breaths mingled with mine as I started moving, taking him as deep as he would go, up and back, already feeling another orgasm building. He went so damn deep and I was so turned on all I could do was chase it. I was lost to the feel of Tomas inside me and the way he looked at me when I sat up, put my hands to his chest, and ground my hips into his.
“Fuck, Stephanie. Look at you. Jesus, so sexy. So beautiful up there. Take it, Angel. Take what you need,” he groaned.
I did; I took it, and I gave him everything as well, rolling my hips and grinding on his beautiful body. Feeling more powerful, more beautiful than I had in my entire life.
“Tomas,” I moaned. “Oh God.”
Tomas gritted his teeth, holding me up as I lost it completely. A sob burst from me as I started coming, riding him through it, chasing it to the end until I dropped forward, quivering in his arms. Tomas was pulsing inside me, coming as well, and he held me there against him, one hand at the base of my neck, the other on my lower back. He thrust up inside me one more time and stayed there, his deep groan vibrating through me, his own body trembling along with mine.
We stayed like that, neither one moving, with Tomas still buried inside me, his hand moving over my skin like he couldn’t stop touching me.
I kissed his chest. “Sex…it’s never been like that, not for me. That was…” I struggled to find the words.
He cupped my face, making me lift my head to look down at him. “It’s never been like that for me either, but what we just did, it wasn’t just sex. Shit, Steph…” His thumb swiped over my jaw. “Is this actually happening? Are you really mine?”
My eyes stung and I blinked against the happy tears threatening. “Yes, I’m yours,” I said. And he was mine.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said roughly.
I blinked and a tear escaped.
Tomas swiped it away, his dark eyes softening.
“I love you, too, so much.”
He smiled, his whole face lighting up, then he pulled me down and kissed me again.
A little while later, I lay curled against his side. We needed to get off the floor and get dressed, but I liked where I was way too much. Willa’s words echoed through my mind from earlier and I squeezed him tighter. That his father had hit him when he was just a small boy, it killed me.
“What’s on your mind?” Tomas said against my hair.
The man could tell something was wrong even when he couldn’t see my face.
“Why didn’t you tell me what happened when you were a child…your father, what he did?” I had to bite my lip when a wave of emotion came over me.
He squeezed me back. “I guess I’ve avoided thinking about it for so long that talking was the last thing I thought of doing. I’m not used to sharing, of letting people in. I’ve spent a lot of years doing the opposite.”
“Where are they now, your parents?”
“My father lives alone in the same house I grew up in, on the same street. My mother, she died when I was ten,” he said.
Something about the way his body tensed when he mentioned his mother made my stomach twist in knots. “What happened to her?”
He pulled me in closer, surrounding me, holding me to his chest, and I got the feeling he didn’t want me to see his face when he told me what he was about to tell me.
“My father hit her too hard one day. She fell down the stairs, hit her head. She died instantly,” he said, his hand moving over my back like he was trying to comfort me.
But then I felt the way his heart was pounding, heard the rough way he exhaled with every breath, and I realized he was seeking comfort from me, not the other way around. I clung to him, desperately wanting to give him what he needed.
“My father was an extremely religious man—that’s what he told himself anyway. He was the opposite, but he used his warped idea of religion as an excuse to punish us, to justify his need to hurt the people he should have protected with his life. I struggled with school as a kid. It frustrated me. I felt stupid a lot of the time. So I lashed out, became disruptive in class to try and cover it. I used to fight a lot. I found out later that I was dyslexic.” He kissed the top of my head again. “My father said God gave it to me to punish me because I was a sinner. That when I died I’d burn in hell. After my mother died and I became the main focus of his abuse, he told me she died because of me, because God decided to take her back, to get her away from me. I was a kid; I believed him, until I got older and saw him for what he truly was.”
His father was a monster. “Tomas, I’m so sorry.” I kissed his shoulder, knowing there was nothing I could say to take away the memories, the pain he’d gone through. I wanted to, though, so much.
He chuckled, but there was no humor. It was a dark sound and lifted goose bumps on my skin. “I thought about killing him. I could have easily enough. Once I got older, I made sure he knew it, too. I wanted no part of his religion and went about proving to him that I was the sinner he said I was. I drank, I fucked, I fought, working my way toward the man I eventually became, the man I still was just over a year ago. Cold, distant. Not giving a fuck who I hurt. Running right over anyone who got in my way.” He shuddered. “But it was me doing the running, from him, from his voice in my head, telling me it was my fault she died. Some part of me, no matter how stupid, believed it. There was no way I could have protected her. I was a kid. Still, it tormented me and the only way to escape it was to close myself off, to harden myself to it.”
He leaned back, slid his fingers under my chin, and tilted my head back. “Then you called me that day and, Christ, the fear I felt hearing your voice. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling fear like that, not anymore, not since I was a frightened little kid.” He shook his head. “But walking into that room? Seeing you lying there…” His voice cracked. “I felt a fuck of a lot more than fear, Angel, so much more. And when I picked you up and carried you out of that house, the walls around my heart shattered, were fucking decimated, and you claimed it.” His stare grew impossibly intense. “I’ve spent the last year trying to deserve you.”
Tears streaked down my face. “I’m so sorry you went through that. You didn’t deserve it, Tomas.” I kissed his jaw. “I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to come to you. I wish—”
He shook his head, stopping me. “I’m okay. I’m not some rebellious teen trying to prove something, not anymore, certainly not to my father. I’ve moved past that hurt. He’s nothing to me now. You love me and that’s enough; that’s all I need. And as much as I wanted you before now, you weren’t ready. Now you are, and because of that, I have all of you.” He kissed me softly. “I’m going to make sure you don’t regret giving that to me, not for one moment.”
Warmth curled in my chest. “How could I, when I’m with the man I love?”
He made a rough sound.
“Until you…” I had to swallow the lump forming in my throat. “I never knew…I had no idea…” I took a steadying breath. “Thank you for showing me what real love is,” I said.
Tomas groaned and took my mouth, rolling me to my back.
Then he made love to me all over again.