He lets his mouth gently brush over mine, from side to side, back and forth, and I moan, lifting my head to catch his lips. But he pulls away, and I whimper, letting my head drop back to the bed. He draws a perfect line down the bridge of my nose and on to my mouth. ‘Don’t think,’ he breathes, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. ‘Don’t speak.’ Then he replaces his thumb with a worshipful kiss. ‘Just feel how much I want you. Feel how much I need you. I’m just Theo, Izzy.’ Keeping his body suspended on one arm, he reaches down with his other, his fingers walking their way across my stomach, down, down, down . . .
My back arches off the bed, my arms burning from stretching so much. He slips his fingers between my thighs and spreads me wide, watching me falling to pieces as a result of one single touch. My pants come short and fast as I struggle to breathe through the agonizingly pleasurable feeling of his fingers gliding over my flesh, his touch softly circling my tiny bud of screaming nerves.
‘Feel nice?’ he asks, his own chest heaving. He keeps his hand between my legs, playing with me while I’m rigid, and pulls his T-shirt off with his other, grabbing the hem and ripping it upward. I close my eyes and pray for help. ‘Does it feel nice, Izzy?’
‘Yes,’ I answer into my darkness, the vision of his torso so potent, I can still see it perfectly behind my closed lids. One finger slips inside me, and I gasp, turning my face into my armpit, searching for somewhere to hide. He’s suddenly moving, the abrupt loss of his weight on my hips and his finger plunged deep startling me. My eyes flip open and see he’s removed his jeans already. The thick smoothness of his cock has me licking my lips. He climbs on me, looks down, grasps himself, levels up, and enters me with ease, sliding through my welcoming wetness and hitting home on a satisfied exhale of ragged air. Beads of sweat form across his top lip, glistening between his whiskers as the weight of his stare holds me in place. Theo stills, submerged the deepest he could be. Those blue eyes are so reverent, to the point they could hypnotize me. His forearms cradle my head. ‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he orders. ‘Tightly.’
He doesn’t need to ask me twice. My free legs coil around his perfectly formed waist and lock down, my ankles linking and pushing into his lower back. One would think my position would hinder his movements. But no. He starts to gently rock, the friction minimal but the fullness consistent, his slow grinding, circling, and rubbing working me up into a fevered mess. He’s being delicate with me. Looking at me with adoration. His strength feels so right held between my locked thighs. His confidence is here, so is his domination, but there’s something missing.
‘I’m not feeling like much of a whore right now,’ I say, my forehead resting against his, his movements consistent and meticulously executed.
‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not feeling like much of a hard bastard right now, either.’
I smile and ravage his mouth, and he lets me maul him for a few pleasurable moments. My kiss becomes hungrier and my internal muscles pull at him constantly, trying to draw his release forward, too. I’m not going to last much longer. ‘Are you close?’ I ask, not bothering to try to hide my hope. ‘Tell me you’re close.’
‘You go, baby.’
‘No.’ I cut the build back, seeking out the crook of his neck and burying my face there.
‘Go,’ he orders again, tactically switching the direction of his rotations and stirring a tremor of pleasure that cuts right through me. My muscles lock.
‘No, Theo.’ My arms start to yank and pull, my impending orgasm defying my orders and steaming forward.
‘Go,’ he breathes, sliding his palm to my nape and lifting my head, holding his mouth to mine. ‘Take it and remember through the haze how good it feels. Me inside you. My cock surrounded by your pussy. My body owning yours.’ He sweeps his tongue through my mouth. ‘Remember how much you mean to me.’
The orgasm slams into me with epic force and bends my body, injecting strength that defies my small frame, jolting Theo up as I scream my way through it. I lose control of everything, my body racking violently as pleasure burns through my bloodstream.
My legs fall limp, my head to the side, and I gasp for breath as he circles his groin, maximizing the sensations and the length of my release. He moulds the back of my neck until I’m drained dry and boneless under the weight of him. ‘Oh God.’ I shudder, the after effects showing no signs of freeing me from the wonder of my release. It just keeps coming and coming, putting my heart under strain and sending my mind spiralling.