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“Tommy, I’m close,” she cries out, almost sounding in pain. That’s all it takes. A guttural, animal cry escapes me, and I can’t contain myself any longer.
I burst inside her, chasing every hint of pleasure her body can give with a few final struggling thrusts. But she’s still moving, frantically chasing her own orgasm.
“Let it go, babe. Come on my cock for me,” I grunt, pounding into her even though the pleasure is so intense, my vision is going white.
“Oh god, Tommy, yes!” With a final clench, she lets loose. Warmth seeps out of her onto my torso and balls.
She looks down. “Oh shit,” she says, embarrassment coloring the words.
I’m still trying to catch my breath but smile. “Has that not happened to you before?”
“Uh, no.”
I laugh at the words, but secretly my chest is puffing out with pride. I made her do something new. Only Tommy Hillcrest, master of Tilly’s orgasm, has gotten her to do that.
I kiss her cheek as I sit up, still panting. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a good thing.” I rise to my feet even as she pulls the blanket up to cover her naked chest. I can see that she’s close to freaking out and decide to head it off. “Wanna rinse off with me?”
With still flushed cheeks, she bites her lip as if hesitating. Yeah, none of that now. There was nothing embarrassing about what we just did. Hell, it was perfect. It was right. It was mind and ball blowing. I rip the quilt off her and the bed.
“Hey!” she shouts. But I only laugh. “Come on, babe. Let’s get cleaned off.” With a timid smile, she stands. I cover us both with the blanket and with quiet steps, we head out of the room.
Chapter twenty
Tilly
Warm water cascades down my back, and Tommy's lips on my neck make me feel like I might just melt right here. Everything about this moment—him, us together—feels like it's been plucked from my wildest dreams and made real. Every other romantic experience I've ever had is quickly fading into insignificance; there's only Tommy in my sexual hall of fame, with his unique ways of making me feel absolutely cherished. Both in the bedroom and out.
As he washes my back with a soft loofah, I turn to face him. My arms find their way around his hips, and I kiss him, pouring every ounce of my feelings into it. Pulling back slightly, I smile and whisper, "Hi."
"Hello," he says, his voice low.
"You said you loved me," I remind him, wanting to hear it again, to know it's real.
He jerks back a bit, a playful smirk on his lips. "I was just trying to get you in bed." I laugh at his joke, even though a part of me twinges at the thought of him even pretending to backtrack.
Pushing wet hair from my face, he kisses my neck. "I'm kidding. I do love you." When I don't jump for joy, his expression turns serious. "Sorry, that wasn't funny."
Normally, I might smile at this point, but I'm not stuck on his lame attempt at a joke. "What changed?" I ask, genuinely curious. When I left Costa Rica, Tommy was doing his best to ignore me much like I was doing the same to him. "Why do you love me now? I mean, last year you turned me down and then this all happens." I sigh and stare at the water pooling beneath our feet. "Was it being apart? Like, I left and you realized how awesome I am?" I force a smile, but he doesn't match it.
He looks away for a moment, then back at me earnestly. "Nothing changed, Tilly. I've loved you for years, and I have absolutely no memory of turning you down. I would have never, and I mean never, done that—not since the first day I met you."
I can't help but let his words soak straight into my soul. The admission warms me more than the shower ever could. But I push a little further. "That night Greg shoved you? I asked you to come upstairs, and you said no."
He steps back, surprise written all over his face. "That's why you stopped talking to me?"
I nod. "When he threatened you, something clicked for me. It’s like I saw you clearly for the first time. I wanted you, right there on the dance floor. And when you didn't come home with me, it crushed me." Looking up at the ceiling, I blink away tears. "After that, I couldn’t forget how much I wanted you. Being around and not touching…I couldn’t bear it."
To my surprise, he laughs. I snap to his eyeline. "Hey!" I smack his wet arm, my brows still furrowed. How dare he laugh at my confession!
"Oh, Tilly, my beautiful, beautiful woman," he says, his voice wrapping around me along with his arms. "Now you know how I felt for years. And hearing you talk about your ‘dates’?” He uses air quotes over the word, and I get it. I didn’t so much date as I liked to wham, bam, thank you, man. "That night? I had a surf lesson early the next day. I thought you were just asking me to sleep on your couch, like always. I went home, jerked off thinking of you, and went to bed."
I cover my mouth, chuckling. "TMI, Tommy."
He shakes his head, smiling. "It's true, Til."
Turning around, I let the water drench me, confessing, "I thought of you… erm, like that too." Tommy, careful to keep his stitches dry, stays mostly out of the water, but his hands settle around my stomach, his voice a deep rumble. "Yeah? Maybe you could show me how you did that sometime."
His words send shivers all over my body, not from the cold, but from the intense, anticipatory heat in his voice.
