A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

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Chapter 14

I let myself into the apartment with giddy anticipation for what Tobias has instore after my much-needed, relaxing yet fun-filled evening with my best friends at the spa. I've been waxed, tweezed, scrubbed, and buffed. My neatly trimmed style is a medium shade of brown with light auburn highlights that make my light blue eyes pop. I really hope Tobias likes it as much as I do. My hand goes to the new necklace that circles my neck and I smile. I haven't laughed so much in the past four months as I have in the past four hours with Christina, Ana, and Avery. We talked, gossiped, and giggled about everything under the sun before, during, and after our treatments and delicious dinner. We need to make sure we do a better job of getting together on a more regular basis. It's good for each of us. I need to remember to thank Tobias for his generosity and thoughtfulness. If it weren't for him, tonight wouldn't have happened. Desire spears my core as I think of a few different ways I can do that. After I take my shoes off and tuck them neatly under the built-in bench, I stand up and run right into the hard, immovable, bare chest of my handsome husband.

My mouth opens to say hello but I quickly close it when I see the look in his eyes. At first glance I think he's angry but I quickly realize that's not the case at all. His face has an intensity I've never quite seen before, his eyes filled with a white-hot hunger that takes my breath away. With no caveat whatsoever, his mouth meets mine in a fiery kiss that sets my body ablaze. His hands roam restlessly over every inch of me as he thrusts his tongue through my parted lips, his tongue relentless, like he's searching for something he lost. I run my hands up his back and grasp his rippled shoulders tightly and pull him closer. He growls as his hands go to the hem of my scoop neck tee. He tears his mouth away from mine long enough only to rip my shirt up and off my body then he devours me again. He slides one hand down to my bottom, pulling me closer to the big, hard bulge in his jeans and the other up to easily unclasp my bra with expert fingers then drags it down my arms.

He's never been this animalistic with me before, not even when he was Four in the dorm room earlier this week. His touch is frantic and needy yet strangely gentle and loving. His kisses are ravenous, inflaming like he's trying to consume me. His insistent tongue dominates mine, repeatedly penetrating my lips. I feel his hand move to the waistband of my shorts. He moves the button from its home and lowers the tiny zipper. He slips his sure fingers inside my shorts then inside my panties. He searches my moist folds and finds the throbbing bundle of nerves. He glides over it with a ghost-like touch, and I gasp against his mouth. He kisses the side of my lips, my jaw, then down to the sensitive area below my left ear. I shudder as I drag in lungfuls of air. I rest my head against the door, giving him better access to my neck and close my eyes. My mouth hangs open, panting forcefully as I focus on the persistent glide of his rough fingers. Reading my body perfectly, sensing my need, he presses harder on the aching nub. I chant his name like a mantra as my hips sway in perfect time with his fingers as he moves me closer to ecstasy. He moves his mouth back to mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, fisting my fingers in his curls. I don't know if I'm pulling him closer or if I'm pressing myself against him relentlessly as my orgasm builds but the one thing I know is that I can't get close enough. I want him inside me but I have a feeling that's the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. Suddenly my entire body stiffens and my legs begin to quake as my release overtakes me. I tear my mouth from his and cry out his name. It hasn't been 10 minutes since I walked through the door and here I am, pinned against the front door panting like a mad woman as my husband makes me come with just his fingertips. Once I've rode the wave to completion, I wilt, trapped between him and the unmoving door. He takes his hand out of my panties and slides my shorts and lacy boy shorts down, lifting each of my legs until I'm free. As he stands back up, he glides his hands up my body, peppering butterfly kisses all over. He tweaks my already pebbled nipples then rolls them between his fingertips. He squeezes them almost painfully and a jolt of electricity moves from the sensitive peak to my throbbing bundle of nerves. He finally reaches up and cups my face. He stares at me for a moment before he lowers his mouth to mine. I can still sense an intense need radiating from him but it's restrained at the moment.