Chapter 32
Theo
‘Okay,’ she whispers.
Hallelujah.
She’s going to let me fulfil my fantasy.
Now I just have to keep up my side of the bargain.
Make it transcendent for her, too.
We stand together on the rug and I back away enough to take her in.
Her face flushed and nervous and expectant.
That gorgeous hair tumbling over her shoulders.
The stiff nipples in that porno fucking bra.
The dip of her waist and the curve of her hips.
The triangle of lace that I want to yank the fuck off and keep on her in equal measure, because it’s so sexy. She’s so sexy.
She reaches out and caresses my dick, and it thumps against her hand like a goddamn puppy. Leaks on her fingers.
‘Tell me what you want.’
‘You. On your hands and knees right there. That gorgeous ass in my face.’ I smile, an attempt to stop her from freaking the hell out, even though I’m planning on slaying her.
The smiling assassin.
And God knows, my weapon is ready for action.
‘Okay,’ she says again, in a tone that suggests she’s deeply sceptical about this whole plan, and turns around.
Sinking to her knees. Her palms hitting the rug.
But it’s when she looks over her shoulder, glancing up at me as if for confirmation that she’s doing it right, that I nearly lose the fucking plot.
I grab the base of my cock. Soon, mate. Soon.
‘So perfect,’ I tell her, and I sink to my knees right behind her.
Jesus, her ass cheeks are gorgeous, that ridiculous scrap of lace taunting me.
I run my hands appreciatively over their pale curves, down her thighs, my thumbs dancing close to that lace.
Savouring her. A glance under her arm reveals her perfect tits, hanging loose against the frame of that miraculous bra, nipples stiff as fuck.
‘This is the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen,’ I tell her, and I run a finger down over the lace, between her legs, right up to her front and back again, and she trembles against me.
‘That feel good?’
I do it again.
‘Yeah. God. Yes. Mmm.’
‘Open wider for me, then.’
She scoots her knees wider, and I can’t resist any more. I slide the now soaking lace to one side and feast on the view.
Jesus Christ.
The view.
Belle, laid out for me. Pink and pulsing and so ready for me. But I want to bring her right to the brink before I drive inside her. Take her. Finish us both off.
I hold my cock with one hand, pumping as lightly as I can, though I’m practically sweating with the effort of holding off, and drag my fingers through her folds. I can’t resist dipping a couple inside her, and she clenches around them, pushing back against my hand.
Yes.
I crouch so I can lick the parts of her that are now so accessible.
I drag my tongue over her clit and back up, pushing it inside her.
Fuck, she tastes of salt and musk and butter.
I repeat, and she arches her back, sticking her pussy in my face.
I swallow hungrily and reach around to cradle her gorgeous breast, rubbing my palm against her nipple while my other hand slips inside her again and my tongue laps at her, hard.
I fucking love this.
The way she tastes.
The way she’s grinding against me.
The way her moans of contentment have given way to anguished whimpers. She bucks against me, rolling her hips.
‘Theo. Theo, honey, please. God, I’m so close.’
I slide my fingers out of her. Release my tongue.
‘I know, baby. I’m going to make you go off like a rocket. I just want to be fucking you while I do it.’
‘Yes. Fuck me. Seriously, Theo. Quick.’
This woman. This woman who closed herself off and denied us both is on her hands and knees, moaning and pleading for my cock. She is a fucking revelation. She’s incredible. This is the woman I knew she was, deep down. And she’s showing me. She’s opened up to me. For me.
The thought has me rubbing my already leaking tip against her wetness, the lace at one side softly abrasive and hot as hell, as I get ready to breach her entrance. Not a second too soon.
I grab her hip with one hand and use the other to feed myself into her, slowly. Fuck, she’s tight like this. And God knows, the sight of my cock disappearing into her is so fucking hot.
‘You okay, gorgeous?’ I take a second to stroke down the delicate bumps in her spine as she strains to take me in. For some reason, touching bone so close to flesh reminds me how fragile she is. How vulnerable. And in that moment, I’m vulnerable, too.
Because this is… intense. Not just physically, with the arousal I’m feeling and the effort of feeding myself into her in a gradual and civilised manner. But in my emotions. In my heart. Weird.
‘Yeah.’ She looks over her shoulder again, catches her lip with her teeth. ‘Full. Feel full. But so good.’
I give her a face-splitting grin, shake my head. ‘You’re doing amazing. Just breathe, baby. You feel so tight for me, too. You need lube?’
‘No. I think you’ve made me wet enough.’
Damn right I have. I breathe, too, as I swipe my hands back and forth over her ass cheeks. My whole body is glowing from the pressure of that incredible velvet vice around my dick.
And I’m in. I’ve bottomed out. Jesus Christ. I roll my hips, agonising pleasure washing over me.
‘Fuck, you feel good.’
‘Whew.’ She’s breathing hard. ‘So good, Theo. So intense.’
‘Yeah, baby. I feel it too.’
My plan is to give her a couple of thrusts to get her to relax around me, and then I’ll rub her clit and get her off. Because, honestly, no way am I lasting long like this.
So I pull out slowly and drive back in, not as slowly as I should, but far more slowly than I feel like doing. I want to ram into her with all my strength and fuck her so hard she feels like my dick is in her brains, and drive the breath right out of her.
‘Jesus,’ I say at the same time as she moans God.
I bottom out. Roll my hips, and we both groan.
Again and again.
I go a little harder the next time. Slam into her. She lets out a deep, guttural moan.
‘Good, Belle?’
‘So good. Fuck. So good.’
Her body edges forward when I drive home next, her hands slipping on the rug.
‘On your elbows for me, baby. You can push back against me a lot better like that.’
‘Okay,’ she gasps out, and lowers herself down.
Bingo.
She’d never have gone for it at the start if I’d told her I wanted her on her elbows, her ass in the air, but it’s by far her best option if we don’t have a headboard to work with.
I spit on my fingers and manoeuvre them round to find her clit as I drive into her again, upping my pace, my fingers matching it.
‘Fuck,’ she grits out. ‘I’m so stretched—it’s so sensitive. So. Good. God.’
My other hand grips her hip, my nails sinking into her soft flesh. I’d love to reach around and play with those gorgeous little nipples, but I’m going so hard now that I need to anchor myself to her. I gaze down at her and take in this insane head fuck of a sensory overload.
Belle, now looking over her shoulder at me, those eyes pleading for mercy. For release.
Her hair falling over her shoulders, driving me crazy. I wish I could tangle it up in my hands.
The massive, unfathomable pleasure coursing down my spine and around my balls and up my dick as I ram home, over and over and over.
And the slippery, swollen nub under my fingertips that tells me Belle’s this close to losing it.
I rub.
Thrust.
Roll.
Rub.
Her cries match my rhythm perfectly. When I bottom out, she practically sobs. She’s nudged her legs even wider apart, and her face is buried in her hands as she rides this insane fucking wave with me.
And then she breaks, sobbing and gasping and panting and shuddering and convulsing on my finger and around my cock. Arms stretched out in front of her. Fingers splaying. Clawing at the rug. Whimpering God’s name. My name. Like I’ve broken her apart and put her back together and changed her forever.
The flutters around my cock send me over the edge too, the deep, burning heat of my orgasm flooding every fucking corner of my nervous system as I go rigid and buck and explode inside her, coming and coming in what feel like an endless release until I’m spent and shaking and can hardly stay on my knees.
My hand does laps of her spine like it wants to crawl under her fucking skin.
As if being inside her in just one place isn’t enough.
I pull out too quickly, and she whimpers, but I’ve got to get to her. My cock leaks everywhere as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down to the floor with me.
So I can roll her over onto her back.
Cover her with my weight.
Snort the scent of her skin.
Find her mouth.
Kiss her. Feverishly. As if I’m trying to communicate the fucking tsunami of emotion that’s hit me in the only way I know how.
With my body.
Because words aren’t sufficient to tell this woman—my Belle—how I feel about her.
Not quite true. There’s one word that comes to mind.