12. Theo
12
THEO
Like a magnet slowly being pulled into the other room, I stand and follow Mia into the kitchen. I stare at her back as she rinses the dishes off in the sink.
Then, she bends over to put them in the dishwasher, and I can’t help what I’m feeling. I want to grab her and press her body against mine. I want to take her pants off and press that ass of hers into my groin area.
I can feel my dick starting to get hard, so I slide to the other side of the counter so it hides what’s happening in my pants.
When Mia stands, her face is a little red. I wonder if mine is, too. Maybe we’re both thinking the same thing.
“So,” Mia says, leaning against the counter’s other side. There’s a large piece of cork-board between us now, and I wonder if Mia has done it on purpose.
I study her face from here, and I know I’ll beat myself up if I don’t at least try.
That kiss earlier… She made me hard in a matter of seconds, and I’m pretty sure she felt it. I want her, and if I’m reading things right, I think she wants me, too.
I should just walk around the counter and kiss her. See how she reacts.
But I still don’t move.
“It’s getting late now,” Mia says. She turns to look out the kitchen window which looks out on my property. “Looks like they’ve finally got things calmed down on your property.”
I walk toward the window so I can look over her shoulder. It’s an automatic reaction to what she said. I need to check on my property.
But once I’m there, I can’t help but feel like I should move. I should leap across the room to put some space between us. But I don’t.
I stand there, shoulder to shoulder with Mia, and the proximity is making it hard to think straight. She has some floral scent on her, something tropical and light.
My body is responding to her nearness in ways I can’t ignore, but I try to keep my mind on the conversation, the view outside, anything but the overwhelming urge to grab her and press my lips against hers.
“Well, they’ve gone home for the night. Let’s hope they addressed the problem properly so there’s no two a.m. flooding,” I say, trying to sound casual.
Mia’s arm brushes against mine as she peers out the window. “I can at least get water from my faucet again, so that’s got to mean something good.”
Her voice is soft, almost tentative, and I can feel the same tension in her that’s coiled tightly inside me. My heart has picked up its rhythm, and it’s encouraging me to do things I should.
Boom. Boom. Touch Mia’s arm.
Boom. Boom. Spin her toward you and tilt her chin upward.
Boom. Boom. Kiss her so hard that you take her breath away.
Before I know what I’m doing, I turn to face her. I can’t keep what I’m feeling out of my voice, even though I’m trying so hard. “Mia, I think…”
She turns to look at me, her eyes wide, and that’s all the encouragement I need. There’s something about the way she bites her lip that encourages me. She wants me to kiss her, that much is clear, and I don’t think I’m capable of rational thought at the moment.
I close the distance between us in two quick steps, my hands coming up to cup her face. She inhales sharply, but she doesn’t pull away. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the same desire reflected back at me.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper.
She doesn’t say anything, just stares up at me with those intense, blue eyes. I take that as my cue and lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I try to hold myself back at first, just to make sure this is what she really wants. But then, she leans in. I feel her hand on my chest, and she’s grabbing the folds of my shirt, not pushing me away.
My body reacts instantly, my need for her surging to the surface.
My tongue experimentally darts into her mouth before darting back into my own. Then, I taste her again, touching my tongue to hers. A feeling of electricity runs through me.
Mia moans softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I slide one hand down her back, pulling her flush against me, and I can feel her body respond, her hips pressing into mine. My erection is against her stomach, and I’m not trying to hide how she’s turning me on.
I keep waiting for her to push me away, to tell me to stop. I keep pausing, thinking this will be the moment that she says she was just teasing me.
“God, Mia,” I murmur against her lips. “You drive me crazy.”
“I can tell,” she replies, pushing her hips just slightly against mine so that she rubs my erection.
It takes all my remaining self-control not to rip her clothes off in that moment. I want to push her against the wall and force her muddy pants to the floor so I can touch the pink folds of skin without a barrier.
I kiss Mia again, hard, showing her how she’s turned me on and what’s going to happen if she lets me.
Mia pulls back slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. “What are we doing, Theo?”
“Whatever we want. Whatever feels right. You’re in control, and you tell me when to stop, if you want to stop.” I kiss her again, but suddenly, just tasting her lips isn’t enough. I need more. I want to taste her whole body.
I begin to kiss her slowly, tasting her jawline and then her neck.
Mia seems to consider me for a moment, her eyes closed, frozen, as she thinks about things. Then, her hands slip under my shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I groan at her touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me right to my dick, which is now throbbing with the need to have her.
Taking this so slowly hurts.
“Mia,” I moan her name, my lips moving to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. She tilts her head back, giving me better access, and I take full advantage, marking a path down her throat with my lips and tongue.
Now, she’s the one who is groaning. Her mouth has fallen open, and her groans send shots of desire through me.
“I want more,” she encourages. “Touch me more.” Her hands are roaming my body, but they’ve slowed just a little, like she can’t experience the feelings I’m giving her and continue to have control over her own movements.
“Your wish is my command.”
I can feel her trembling against me, and it only fuels my desire. I slide my hands down to her ass, lifting her slightly so she can wrap her legs around my waist. She does so eagerly, and I carry her to the kitchen island, setting her down on the edge.
I’m already kissing her again, my hands roaming over her body. I’m annoyed by the clothing that’s stopping me from touching her fully. She’s wearing a simple tank top and jeans, but I need them gone.
I tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, and she lifts her arms to help me. I take a moment to admire her, the way her skin glows in the dim light, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. She’s beautiful, and I can’t get enough of her.
But more than seeing her, I want to touch her. I want to make her groan more. I want her to shout my name.
I lean in, kissing a trail down her chest, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. She moans softly, arching into my touch, and it drives me wild. I can feel her nipples harden under my palms, even with her bra between us.
I unclasp her bra, and it slides down her arms and onto the floor. Then, I bend forward and take one into my mouth, sucking gently. She gasps, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Theo,” she breathes, her voice laced with need. “I want you. Stop teasing me.”
Her words send a rush of heat through me. “I’m not teasing you. Teasing is when you don’t give someone what they want, and I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
Then, I kiss her again, my hands moving to the waistband of her jeans. I fumble with the button, my fingers trembling with anticipation, but I manage to get it undone and slide the zipper down. She lifts her hips, helping me pull the jeans off, and I toss them aside, my eyes raking over her body.
She’s wearing a pair of lacy panties that leave little to the imagination, and the sight of her like this, laid out before me, is almost too much to bear. I slide my hands up her thighs, parting them gently, and she shivers at my touch.
I can see her pink skin trying to emerge through the holes in her lacy panties, and it makes my mouth go dry.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way up. She moans softly, her hands gripping the edge of the counter, her body trembling with anticipation. I reach the edge of her panties, and I hook my fingers in the waistband, pulling them down and off.
She’s beautiful, and the sight of her like this, exposed and vulnerable, takes my breath away. I kiss her again, my hands exploring her body, and she responds eagerly, her hips moving against mine.
She wants more. I want more.
There’s only one answer for that.
I lift her off the counter, carrying her to the living room, where I lay her down on the couch. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with hunger for me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to slow down, to take my time.
Sliding her panties to the floor, I then reach for my own clothes. Mia’s eyes stay on me as I undo my dirty jeans and shove them to the ground.
I run my hand slowly down the length of my dick, and she watches hungrily as I strip off my boxers. My erection springs free, and Mia bites her bottom lip, groaning.
Her voice is soft and straightforward. “I want you now,.” But I’m not ready to give in just yet. I don’t want to just shove myself inside her and get what I need. I want her to get what she needs, too.
Kissing her again, I let my hands roam over her body, and she arches into my touch, her moans filling the room. I slide my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready, and she gasps at the contact, her hips bucking against my hand.
“Theo, please,” she starts moaning.
I don’t need any more encouragement. I slide my fingers inside her, and she cries out, her body arching off the couch. I move my hand, my thumb finding her clit, and she moans louder, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer so my dick is rubbing the edge of the couch.
I can feel her getting close, her body trembling with the effort, and I increase my pace, wanting to push her over the edge. She gasps, her body tensing, and then she’s coming, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
I kiss her through it, my hands still moving, drawing out her pleasure. When she finally comes down, her body relaxing against the couch, she looks up at me with a dazed smile.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I tell her.
I grab my dick and bend it forward so it’s positioned directly at her wet entrance. As soon as I shove myself inside her, Mia begins gripping the couch and moaning again.
“Theo! Theo!” she says over and over.
But I don’t listen to her cries. I shove myself inside her hard, and I can feel her tightness around me. Grabbing Mia’s hips, I find a slow, steady rhythm to start.
Mia’s chest is heaving up and down, and she reaches for me. Her hands find mine, and she rests her hands on top of mine.
“Be as rough as you need. I want you to come, too,”
That’s all the encouragement I need to thrust harder and harder until I feel myself coming. Mia is reaching the edge again, too. My thumb finds her clit again, and we come together, both of us groaning.
And then, it’s like I remember who I am and where I am. What the hell am I doing? I was going to keep control of myself. I wasn’t going to do something stupid and irreversible like this.
Even though she looks satisfied, I feel mortified that I wasn’t able to control myself. I came inside for dinner with good intentions, not these kinds of intentions. I have to get out of here.
I slide myself out of Mia and begin gathering my clothes, putting them on without making eye contact.
“I should probably make sure everything got properly fixed on my property,” I mumble as a lame excuse.
Mia doesn’t say anything as I head for the back door. I pause at the door and look back. She’s just watching me. She’s only wearing her shirt. She hasn’t put back on her pants yet, and she probably has no idea how sexy she is, standing there like that.
“See you around,” I say, stepping outside.
As soon as I’m outside, I start beating myself up. On a scale of one to ten, the awkwardness of that goodbye was a good eighty. I feel mortified, and I wouldn’t mind so much if I never saw Mia again. Meanwhile, my body is singing with the release I just experienced.