Theo
With wide swirls of my tongue, I worked over her swollen clit. Her screams–fuck, her moans. They drove me crazy. And I couldn’t get enough of her. The way she tasted, her scent. I felt possessive. Greedy.
I loved the way her heels drove into my back, the way her thighs clamped and widened around my shoulders. This was mine. She felt like mine. And there wasn’t a single fucking chance I’d let a moment go by without making her feel it.
“I love it when you do that,” she breathed, bucking her hips as I roughly licked her clit.
I reached up and pressed my thumb to her lips, giving her something to suck and bite, feeling the shape of her moans as I teased her.
I buried my tongue deeper, licking and sucking until she was a writhing, screaming mess beneath me, begging me to stop. Wild thoughts passed through my head. That I had to let myself out. That I had to push into her, take her now.
But I was too hungry for this. Too starved for her. And if I didn’t keep this one thing between us, I didn’t know if I could hold back. She was small and tight–if I lost control, there was a chance I could hurt her.
She pushed at my shoulders and wriggled away. My fingers curled into her thighs as she said, “Theo, please. I can’t take anymore.”
I forced myself to stand and back away, leaving her sprawled naked on the bed.
I palmed my erection through my trousers, watching the rise and fall of her perky, supple tits.
With heavy lids, she traced the movement of my hand with her eyes and let out a frustrated noise. “Can you take your clothes off? I want to see it.”
The plea in her voice almost made me change my mind, but, “I want to go slow.”
“Well, I want your cock inside me.”
The thick tip of me was pulsing, aching, and knowing how much she wanted me didn’t help.
“Mia, it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She ran her gaze over me. “What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”
I let out a breath. I couldn’t believe she didn’t know how out of control she made me feel.
“The things I want to do to you… I don’t know if your sweet little pussy can take it.”
Her pupils blew out, dark and distracting, as her lips quirked playfully. “Why don’t we find out? Show me your cock.”
Her hands ran through her hair as her spine arched against the mattress, swaying her hips and spreading her legs until I could see her wet, swollen softness. I groaned as she drew tight circles over her breasts, puckering the peaks of her nipples, her other hand sliding between her thighs.
Her gaze was fixed on my moving hand, and I thought she’d play with herself while I watched. But instead of driving two fingers into herself, she spread herself apart and showed me.
“Fuck,” I breathed, gripping myself tighter.
“I’m all wet and empty. I need your cock inside me.”
I swallowed and made an effort to hold myself back. But it was too late. She watched, satisfaction and heat mixing in her gaze, as I undressed.