49. THEO
49
THEO
Closing the bedroom door, I allow her to slide off me, her bare breasts pressing against my chest as her feet reach the ground. The overalls immediately fall off her, landing in a pool of denim around her feet so she’s only wearing light blue underwear. I lean back against the door, just looking at her for a moment. Wanting to memorize it all. Her long legs, thighs rubbing together. The fabric of her panties so thin that I can see the outline of her underneath. I release a breath, my vision going dark when I think about burying my face in her until the only thing she can remember is my name.
‘You’re staring,’ she whispers, head tilted and hands behind her back like she’s observing a piece at the museum.
‘You’re staring,’ I croak and start to walk to her, but she puts out her hand, stopping me.
‘It’s my turn to taste.’ Her voice is stern, almost demanding, and my hand drops to my erection, massaging briefly to ease some of this ache. There are a few moments of my life that I consider perfect. But the sight of Magdalen walking towards me, breasts moving perfectly with each step as she reaches for my shirt, is fucking sinful. Her hands run up and down my stomach, causing my abdomen to seize. They travel further up until she grazes my right nipple, curiosity clear in her eyes as she looks up at me. She pinches me gently and I exhale harshly through my nose.
‘Does that feel as good as it does when you do this to me?’ She pinches me again and a sharp trail of pleasure shoots to my groin.
‘Ehm, yes,’ I choke out and she smiles wickedly, clearly proud of herself. My heart warms, infatuated with her mind and body. It’s difficult to explain how much I want to understand her.
‘Good to know.’ Her hands move from my chest, then she hooks her thumbs around my belt. As she brings her head close to my pectorals, she tentatively draws a circle around my left nipple with her tongue. ‘What about this?’
I press my hands against the door behind me, blinded with a need to be inside her. ‘Magdalen, please. I don’t know how much more I can take of this.’ My skin feels hot and tight; I’ve never felt this much desire for someone. She hums against me and I feel it deep in my chest. She licks and bites all the way down, and I close my eyes until she kneels in front of me, looking up at me. Her doe eyes are mesmerizing, soft and innocent, and I can’t help but brush my fingertips against her cheek, scared of how much I’m beginning to need her. Her long fingers shakily undo the belt buckle and, when she fumbles with the bar inside the hole, I grip her hand, trying to steady it, but I realize my hands are shaking even more than hers.
‘Shit,’ I laugh. ‘This feels very new to me.’ Slowly, we both release the bar and she slides it off, tossing it to the side.
Magdalen looks up at me sceptically. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten a blow job.’
‘Not from someone I care about,’ I answer honestly.
Her mouth falls open and it takes everything in me not to sink to my knees and kiss her. But I can tell she’s nervous already. I don’t need to ask to know she’s never done this before. She smiles sweetly, nodding, understanding – undoing the button of my shorts. When she pulls them down, her eyes widen slightly at the sight of me hard against my boxers and I bite down on my lip to hide my smile.
‘You’re so much bigger down here,’ she says, eye level with my crotch, and takes a deep breath before slipping her fingers beneath the fabric and feeling me. My head instantly hits the back of the door, as she pulls down the boxers so that my erection springs out, swollen and eager.
‘You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,’ I rasp as her hands grip the base and she slowly begins to rub me.
‘Shh,’ she says and, before I even get the chance to laugh, her mouth wraps around the tip of me and I instinctually reach for her head. She’s cautious at first, dipping her tongue further down the length of me, tracing the veins that pulse greedily. My exhale is harsh and she must take this as a signal of doing it right because she squeezes me harder, and begins sucking me firmly, testing how far she can go. When I feel myself hit the back of her throat, I jerk, thrusting my hips in a frenzy to feel that again.
‘Fucking perfect,’ I lift my head from the door to watch her take me. Her lips are impossibly full and the sight causes me to jerk again. She looks up at me while I’m still inside her, and the combination is physically too much to handle. My thighs begin to shake as she continues to suck and lick, soft moans coming out of her mouth that cause my tip to swell painfully. ‘You’re doing so good.’ My breathing is laboured as her hands twist and rub the length she can’t fit inside her mouth. ‘Mhm, just like that. Just like that.’ My vision begins to blur and I wrap my fingers in her long hair, not forcing her deeper, but just needing to be close. To feel her warmth. Magdalen moans again, her tongue swirling around my tip. Just when I think I can’t handle any more, I see one of her hands dive into her panties, unconsciously touching herself. My body roars, needing release and needing to make her feel good. ‘Magdalen, I’m going to come, so if you don’t want me to do it in your mouth—’ I hiss, but she hollows out her cheeks and the feeling is so intense that I flex deeply in her throat. ‘God, I’m not going to last. Fuck.’ I watch her fingers circle around herself faster, and I can’t hold it in any longer. Hot release makes my whole body shudder, and Magdalen whimpers as I thrust sloppily into her mouth, the vibration of her throat causing me to spill even more than I thought possible. ‘Christ,’ I huff, my erection still half there when she releases me from her mouth, wiping her lip with her middle finger. When she looks up at me, she places a gentle kiss on the tip of my dick and the noise that comes out of me is almost inhuman.
‘Ah, you can’t look at me like that while kissing my dick. It’s too much.’
She smiles happily. Her lips are red and plump and it’s only after a few moments of looking at each other that she realizes her hand is still in her panties.
‘Oh my god.’ She takes her hand out. ‘I’ve become insatiable.’
‘Watching you touch yourself is what sent me over the edge,’ I reveal, already starting to get hard again when I think about her trying to pleasure herself.
‘Oh really? Is that your kink?’ She leans both her hands back so that her breasts are on full display, hair brushing the floor, and my mouth waters hungrily.
‘Get on the bed,’ I rasp.
Magdalen frowns. ‘But we both already—’
‘Please, get on the bed.’
Her eyes darken and she nods, walking towards the bed. When she’s at the edge she bends over, putting her hands and knees on the mattress, crawling towards the headboard. I run a hand across my mouth, having no words to describe the sight of her round ass on display in front of me.
‘Stop,’ I croak, and Magdalen freezes, whipping her head to look at me. ‘Stay just like that.’ I stalk towards her, fully aware of my once-again erect dick between us, and can’t help but graze my finger down her centre. I hear her suck in a breath, and selfishly, I find myself gripping her hips, and pressing myself against her entrance. As I glide a hand down her spine, her back arches. ‘I’m gonna slip myself in, okay?’ Magdalen nods. ‘It might be a little more intense this way, so tell me if it’s too much.’
‘That’s okay,’ she says eagerly, and I smile. My Magdalen. Parting her with my thumb, I massage her entrance before slowly entering her.
The second I’m inside her, I know I’m doomed. She’s so fucking tight.
‘Wow,’ she groans, bucking slightly as I set the pace and feel her tighten even more around me.
‘So... fucking... good... Maggie.’ My head tilts back as I push further inside her, basking in how perfectly we fit.
‘You’re everywhere.’ Her legs spread wider, and I wrap my hands where her ass meets her hips, grinding myself harder into her.
‘You can take it, baby.’ Unable to stop myself, I bend forward to find her clit, rubbing her bare sex in slow circles as I continue thrusting inside her.
‘Oh god.’ Her hands fist the bedsheets and her back arches reflexively, rotating her hips to find her own pleasure. ‘Yes, Theo,’ she croaks. Her thighs begin to tremble against me and I know she’s almost there.
‘You gonna come soon?’ My pace quickens, movements becoming more ragged, and I know I’m close again. Shit, she is too fucking good. But I refuse to come first, wanting to feel her finish around me.
‘Ah, yes,’ Maggie gasps as I bend lower to get better access to her, wanting to hit that spot that will make her scream out my name. She writhes beneath me, ass gyrating hypnotically, taking my full length easily now.
‘I need you to come now, okay?’ I bite back a moan, rubbing her faster.
‘Oh, fuck.’ Her head drops to the mattress, and I have to suppress the urge to laugh, so happy I’m making her curse. I feel like fucking singing , I want to say. Every time I see you, I feel like singing.
After a few more deep thrusts into her, I feel her begin to tighten, her body pulling me deeper than I fucking knew possible. ‘Let go,’ I hiss between my teeth, feeling the familiar pressure begin to build. My words seem to unravel her, her movements becoming needier.
‘You feel so good,’ Magdalen cries out, and then I feel it, she pulses sinfully around my cock, her tightness so intense that I only manage one more thrust before I’m already spilling inside her.
‘Fuck,’ I growl, pulling her down so she’s sitting between my legs, my cock still buried in her as she writhes against me, helping me find my release. When she rotates her hips so fucking slowly on top of me, I don’t stand a chance, I come loudly, sliding my hands across her stomach, up her breasts, squeezing her gently as I continue to ride this high. ‘How are you this good?’
She leans the back of her head onto my shoulder, a slow smile across her lips, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly against me. Turning her head to me, she kisses me lightly on the cheek, eyelashes fluttering closed.
‘I have a very hands-on teacher,’ she says, stifling a yawn.
‘Am I boring you, sleepy girl?’ I chuckle, nuzzling into her hair. ‘I’m literally still inside you. I might be insulted.’
Magdalen hums peacefully. ‘I’m interested in everything you say. I think you just fucked the life out of me.’ She turns again to look at me and we both burst out in laughter, tumbling onto the bed, our bodies braided together, smiling until our faces are too tired to do anything but rest against one another and fall asleep.
And the night continues like this.