A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~two~

Chapter 2

When I drag my heavy eyelids open, I'm surprised to find myself lying naked next to Tobias in the massive bed in the middle of the moonlit bedroom at the top of the lighthouse. I don't remember climbing the seven flights of stairs when we got back from our outing to the pond. Actually, the last thing I remember was snuggling up close to him in the cab of the pickup truck and promptly falling asleep. He must have carried me all the way up here. That probably explains the light snoring coming from his side of the bed at the moment. I sit up and slide my feet to the cool floor, my bladder threatening to burst, and head down one flight to the living room/kitchen/bathroom part of the suite. After I take care of my needs, a bittersweet melancholy washes over me. We only have a few more precious hours of our "honeymoon" left, and suddenly I'm feeling amorous again.

I tiptoe up the cold metal stairs and across the white oak wide plank wooden floor that seems washed out in the moon's pale white light that's bathing the room and slide into bed beside my husband. I stare down at this gorgeous man who I still have a hard time believing is mine for a moment, taking in every inch of his perfect form with my roaming eyes, wondering if what's going through my head is really a good idea. He needs his sleep but I'm in the mood, which is nothing new. It seems like I'm in the mood 24 hours a day lately. I battle with myself for a couple minutes but my unrelenting lascivious libido wins out. I reach out and run my fingertips lightly up his arm from his hand, which is resting on his taut abs to his strong shoulders causing him to moan softly. A smile turns up his lips but he doesn't stir. I lean over and place soft kisses below his sensitive right ear, and I see his eyelids flutter a couple times before his tired eyes find mine. We gaze at each other for a long moment, not saying a word. We just stare into the adoring face of the person we love most in this world.

"Hi," I finally say.

"Hello," he replies, cupping the back of my head with his large hand, drawing my mouth to his for a tender kiss. "Can I help you with something?" I take his hand and kiss the palm letting my tongue slip through my lips and tease him, never taking my eyes off his. He groans.

"Well, you see, I have this ... ache," I say, looking at him through my lashes.

"An ache, Mrs. Eaton? Is it serious?" he asks, sounding somber but I see his eyes dancing in the moonlight.

"Oh yes, Mr. Eaton, it's the gravest of situations," I tease back. "Do you think you can help me with it?"

"I think that can be arranged," he says. He moves so fast. One minute I'm staring into his shining, humorous dark blue eyes, and the next his lips are moving with mine with an urgency that takes my breath away.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep earlier. You know I wanted more," I pant as he trails kisses from the side of my mouth down to my left ear. Oh, God! He knows what he's doing. I feel each caress in my belly ... deep, deep in my belly. "Tobias." It comes out barely above a whisper sounding like I'm begging. He concentrates solely on my ear; he traces every curve with the very tip of his hot, wet tongue, bites the lobe almost painfully, sucks lightly on the extra sensitive spot just beneath the ear, and kisses every millimeter of flesh. My breathing comes quicker and quicker with each ministration, and I twist the bedsheets with my fists. I suddenly realize that he doesn't have his hands on me, just his capable mouth.

"Do you want to come for me, Tris?" he asks, his lips pressed right up against my sensitive ear, his seductive voice thick with lust. I react to his words and slip over the edge of some impossibly high summit. My muscles tighten deliciously, and my entire body quivers with its release. When I become aware of my still passion-clouded reality, I can tell that he's smiling against my skin, proud of his accomplishment. I open my eyes, unaware that I had closed them, and find him gazing lovingly down at me. "God, how I love it when you come. You're the most beautiful creature on this planet, and I can't believe you're all mine." He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, claiming it like it's some grand prize to be coveted. His tongue expertly strokes mine, and I feel the beginnings of yet another explosion flame in the pit of my stomach.