*****
His cock slides in and out, his pelvis brushing my clit with each stroke.
So.Damn.Good.
I could feel myself on the edge, knowing it wasn’t going to take much for me to come.
“Tag…”
“What do you need, Sweetheart?” he rasps, kissing my mouth. Rolling us over so he was on his back, him still inside me, he puts his hands behind his head. “Ride me, Clara.”
I push down on him, my hands clutching his shoulders and my head falling back.
“So sexy,” he whispers. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”
I lift my head and look down at him, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. Grinding down on him, my orgasm hits with full force, the pleasure all consuming.
Exquisite.
“That’s it, come for me,” he rumbles, our eyes locking and holding. His fingers dig into my hips, his lips parting enticingly. I want a taste of them, so I lean forward and take one, moaning into his mouth as the last wave of pleasure takes over me.
“Good girl,” he rasps against my mouth. Cupping my ass in his hands, he lifts his hips up, thrusting into me over and over again until he comes. Panting, I lean forward and kiss him once more, then tug gently on his goatee.
“Normally hate women touching that,” he says.
I let go. “Why?”
He takes my hand and puts it back. “Not you, you can touch whatever you want on me.”
My eyes widen. “Why don’t you like it?”
He licks his bottom lip before he replies. “Kaley used to do it all the time.”
Ah ha. Kaley really did a number on him, no matter how much he tries to play it off.
Did he love her that much? Did she break his heart? The thought of him in pain makes my chest hurt.
“Love being inside you,” he says, effectively changing the subject.
“Love having you there,” I reply, smirking.
Sliding off him, I lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arm around him. He kisses the top of my head and pushes away the hair stuck to my forehead.
“Are you happy?” he asks softly, hand running down my spine.
“I am happy. Are you happy?”
“More than I’ve been in a long time.”
I wait for it, for him to talk about us. Anything. But that’s all he says. And for now—that’s going to be enough.
“I don’t want you to fuckin’ move out, Clara. Why can’t you just stay here? It’s the exact same thing, renting out a room.”
“Are you asking me to permanently move in with you?”
He doesn’t say anything.
“That’s what I’m saying, Tag. Lines are going to get crossed. Am I just your roommate? I can’t keep depending on you,” I say, trying to explain how I was feeling. I couldn’t rely on him to bail me out every time. My world revolved around him so much. He got me a job with him, he took me to and from work. We did the damn grocery shopping together! He was all I could see, all I wanted. But what if suddenly he wanted to break up or end our arrangement? I would be screwed. I would have nowhere to live, nowhere to work. I’d be back where I started before I met him, and I couldn’t think of anything worse. “I’m so thankful to you for helping me, but now I need to be independent and help myself.”
He sighs, and runs a hand over his head. “If it means so much to you fine. I’ll help you move.”
“Really?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Really,” he says, not looking too happy. “I’m also going to introduce myself to this little fucker you’re going to call a roommate.”
I roll my eyes. “There’s a girl there too, it’s not just me and the guy.”
“Sweetheart, wherever you are, there’s only you in the room. The dude is going to see you, and he’s going to want you.”
That was sweet.
“Tag,” I say quietly. “You really think that?”
“I know it,” he replies, eyes gentling. “I know you don’t want to rely on me. I don’t like it, but know that I’m still always here for you. Whatever you need. Even if there’s a bug in your new place you want me to handle. You call me.”
I giggle at that. “I’ll hold you to that one.”
“You’re still mine on weekends though.”
“Okay, I’d love that,” I tell him, beaming.
“And I’m still taking you to work.”
“Tag!”
“What?” he says, trying to look innocent. “These are the rules.”
“If you’re still picking me up and I’m staying here weekends, I may as well not leave at all,” I say, hands on my hips.
“Exactly,” he says, looking smug. “Just stay here. What are you scared of?”