Chapter 42
Theo
I’m not sure how we make it through the rehearsal, and the dinner, because I can’t focus on anything except how badly I need to get Belle naked and onto a bed.
To be inside her.
Scratch that.
To be able to tell her I love her while I’m actually moving inside her.
That’s what I need
Everything goes smoothly. Of course it does.
Belle’s at the helm. We rehearse the ceremony in the Walled Garden, which is partially set up, though apparently the flower arrangements are happening tomorrow morning.
At five o’clock, which is the exact time we’ll kick off tomorrow, I stand next to my brother, and we watch as Saoirse walks up the aisle on her dad’s arm.
He’s fit to burst, and she’s a total knockout in a slinky red dress.
The woman who’s brought Miles Montague to his knees.
Who knew it would be a beautiful, sweet-natured girl from Ireland?
But as it all unfolds, I have eyes for no one else but Belle.
She’s discreet but in control: the puppet master who ensures everything.
She instructs little Bea on how to toss rose petals from her basket.
She politely but firmly escorts a couple of the guests who’ve arrived today but aren’t part of the wedding party out of the Walled Garden.
And she and Siobhan Quinn huddle and gesture at the currently bare wooden structure under which Miles and Saoirse will say their vows.
Saoirse’s squinting a little in the sun, so I assume they’re discussing how to build out the foliage and provide the necessary shade.
Her work continues at the dinner as she straddles the weird dual role of being the wedding planner and the girlfriend of the best man, but eventually the meal draws to a close, thank fuck.
‘You should get some sleep, young lady.’ Nora pokes Saoirse in the arm in an attempt to distract her from nuzzling her fiancé’s neck at the table. ‘Miles, have some decency and let your bride-to-be get some rest.’
‘You staying away from your beloved tonight?’ I ask my brother, and he grimaces, his fingers stroking Saoirse’s bare shoulder. ‘Yeah. I’ve been relegated to one of the courtyard rooms with Bea.’
‘Sucker.’ I feel a perverse pleasure that I’m going to get laid tonight and my brother isn’t. ‘Come on, Belle. You’re dead on your feet. Let’s get you to bed.’ I shoot my girlfriend an evil grin because she won’t be sleeping anytime soon.
I follow Belle’s gorgeous little ass up the narrow stairs of our cottage.
She’s been silent on the short walk across the resort to the pretty row of houses, her head resting on my shoulder as I hold her tightly against my side.
But as soon as we get up to our room, she folds into me and slides her hands down my chest.
‘Theo,’ she moans, and I laugh-groan with her.
‘I know, baby. I know. Need you so fucking badly.’
‘I thought dinner would never end.’ She kisses me hungrily, and I yield. Melt into her straight away, my arms binding her as tightly to me as I can.
This is no time for tricks or moves or testing her limits. It’s sacred: the first time I’ve been inside the woman I love since we’ve both admitted our feelings for each other.
This is about our emotional connection even more than our physical one.
About paying homage to what’s coming, as well as to how far we’ve come.
That said, come on.
Belle’s body’s a knockout and I’m going to fucking well worship every inch of it.
I loosen my grip while keeping my mouth locked on hers.
Need to get her out of this bloody dress.
It’s stunning, but I’ve wanted to rip it off all evening.
Need her naked and moaning on our bed. Now.
She helps me tug her silky hair over one shoulder so I can access the zipper at the base of her neck.
I drag it down, my knuckles sliding over warm skin as the dress parts.
The whole thing falls to the floor and I pull back to drink in my girl.
Fuck me, she’s incandescent. Her huge eyes are glassy with desire as she holds onto my shoulders and watches for my reaction.
Her gorgeous body is clad only in a sheer lace bra and a scrap of gossamer lace between her legs.
Palest pink. So delicate against her glossy skin.
So feminine. Classy. Just like Belle. Far less slutty than the stuff she was wearing when she surprised me in my flat that evening, but it turns out, my dick responds to her whatever the hell she’s wearing.
Classy or slutty—I’ll take her any which way.
The sight of her is so gratifying, in fact, that it halts my frenzied attack on her clothes. I finger the fine strap. Tug it off her shoulder.
‘New underwear?’ My voice is hoarse.
‘Yep. Like it?’ She shoots me a cocky little smile. She knows exactly what effect she’s having on me.
I take her hand off my shoulder and hold it against my dick, which is close to breaking the fucking flies on my trousers.
‘What do you think?’
Her eyes widen, but she cups me, hard, and rubs her palm up and down as my poor dick cries out to be freed from its fabric cage and buried firmly where it belongs.
Inside Belle.
‘I need it.’
I suck in a breath. ‘Really.’
My hands move over her beautiful tits, my thumbs grazing the hard little balls of her nipples through the lace. They stiffen further as I touch them, and Belle arches her back, pushing into my hands.
‘How’s this feel?’
‘Like I’m going to come,’ she gets out in a whimper that goes straight to my dick.
Enough.
I reach around and flick her excuse for a bra open.
I suspect the flimsier these underwear sets she’s been buying are, the more they cost, and at this moment, that seems like an eminently sensible business strategy, because relieving Belle of her useless scraps of lace is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
‘Thong off,’ I order, and she loops her thumbs into the sides and tugs it down, and there she is.
Naked.
Captivating.
And mine for the taking.
I fumble desperately with the buttons of my shirt before giving up halfway down and tugging it over my head.
Belle giggles as she attempts to help me unfasten my belt, and together we get my trousers and boxers down.
I bend to pull off my socks, and when I look up, she’s staring at me like she wants to devour me.
Not sure how I got this lucky. Not sure how I managed to persuade her to trust me with her body and her heart and her future happiness, but I know one thing.
I’ll never, ever give her a reason to regret that leap of faith.
I pick her up, my arms full of her skin and her hair and her body, her tits smashing against my chest as she lavishes kisses on my face and neck.
Together, we manage to get on the bed. There’s a brief tussle where she attempts to pull herself up, and I know that gorgeous mouth of hers is getting a move on my cock.
‘Nope.’ I tug her down onto her back, ignoring the protestations of my furious cock, and roll over her. My hands grip her wrists firmly and plant them above her head, pinning her to the bed.
‘Theo.’ She wriggles. ‘I want to. I want you in my mouth so badly.’
My eyes rove over her, writhing on the sheets below me, her upstretched arms showing off her gorgeous tits. Her hair is spread out around her in a glossy mess and she’s biting her lip, desire and frustration etched on her beautiful face.
I can relate.
‘I won’t last, baby.’ I get a knee between her legs and nudge them open. ‘Not if you get that mouth of yours around my cock. Besides.’ I crouch over her, holding her wrists in place as I drop her a grin. ‘I need to remind you why you said yes to taking a chance on me. Don’t move.’
‘Hmm.’ She stops wriggling, her body going pliable under me. ‘Yeah. I can’t quite remember. You’d better remind me.’
She smiles, and my heart and dick thump their approval in unison.
I release her wrists, and she opens up for me, dragging those long legs across the sheets so I can have at her.
Sliding onto my stomach and dipping my head between her thighs, I get what I wanted.
The taste I’ve been starving for. My tongue hits her warm, slick centre, and holy fuck.
It’s nirvana. So wet for me. I lap at her, between her slippery folds and right up to her clit, and the noise she makes is exactly how I feel.
It’s a long, deep groan that tells me she’s already well on her way to release.
I just need to make it as good as possible for her.
My hands slide along the smooth skin of her inner thighs before I drag one up over her stomach so I can find a breast. A nipple. I palm her hard, the fingers of my other hand slipping inside her tight, hot channel. My dick has such raging FOMO it’s threatening to blow its load on the duvet.
‘Fuck me. I missed your pussy almost as much as I missed you,’ I mumble against her flesh as I burrow my nose and mouth greedily into her.
She makes an indecipherable noise that tells me I’m hitting all the right spots.
Her breath is growing more ragged, her moans are becoming whimpers, and her hips are moving to their own rhythm, a rhythm that makes me want to bury myself up to the hilt inside her right this fucking second.
I work her with my tongue and fingers and lips, sucking and pushing and lapping with a punishing rhythm, and my girl takes it all until sensation overloads her body and her flesh is spasming around me and against me.
She convulses on the bed and I press a palm against her pelvis to hold down her hips, soaking up the taste and the scent and the sounds of her as she explodes.
I’m not letting up until I’ve milked every last drop of this orgasm from her.
Just as I know she won’t let up until she’s milked every last drop from me.
She’s a sight for sore fucking eyes when I crawl back up her body.
Her legs all over the place, forearm flopped over her eyes, her entire body limp.
She pulls her arm up enough to gaze at me, and it seems she likes what she sees, because those still-glazed eyes narrow and sweep lazily over my chest and face.
It’s probably the raw, unfiltered desire on my face that has her licking her lips. I’m frantic for her. My dick is aching to be sheathed in that same wet warmth my mouth just sampled. And I’m sure she can see all that in my eyes.
Hopefully she can see awe, too.
Awe that I get to be the guy to touch that body and bring her to a climax like that.
That I get to put an actual part of my anatomy inside her body.
Pay homage to her.
Worship at her shrine.
‘Best thing I’ve ever tasted,’ I tell her, my elbows framing her face. Lowering my mouth to hers. ‘I really, really need to fuck you now, baby.’
She reaches a hand between us and wraps her hand around my poor, aching cock, and I full-body tremor at the sensation. She tilts her hips up and guides my weeping crown to her entrance. I can feel the heavenly wetness right there. I’m so close to getting what I need.
And then she says it.
‘I need you to fuck me, Theo.’ There’s a begging expression in those huge eyes of hers that makes me want to give thanks to some god I don’t believe in.
And then my eyelids drift closed as she guides me slowly inside of her and every drop of blood, every sensation in my body goes straight to my dick.
I inch forward. She’s soaking, but I want to give her a chance to accommodate me.
Give her body time to remember me. I open my eyes and watch her face for a clue as to how I’m doing.
Whether I’m hurting her. It’s so fucking difficult not to lurch forward.
My skin has a sheen of sweat already from the effort of holding off. Of not ploughing right into her.
And then I’m in. Home fucking sweet home. Buried balls-deep in Belle’s wet heat, so snug that sheen of sweat prickles and builds, and my balls tighten with incredible pressure. But not inevitable. Not just yet. I’m going to hold on as long as I fucking can.
As I start to move, Belle takes a couple of deep breaths, like I’m already fucking the air out of her lungs. Her arms grip my shoulders for dear life.
‘You okay, baby?’ I manage.
‘Yes.’ She moans out the word. ‘Mmm. Harder.’
Fuck yes. That’s my girl. I slip one of my arms under her knee and haul her leg over my shoulder, allowing myself a good handful of her ass.
I pull out and thrust back in, harder this time, using my grip to get myself as deep within her body as possible.
My mouth catches hers, our lips finding and tangling.
My tongue driving into her mouth, matching the rhythm of my dick.
We’re so in sync, it blows my mind. We move slickly together, my hips pistoning and hers rolling, rocking me into the cradle of her body each time I drive home. And each time I do, the pressure builds. In my balls. In my dick. Up my spine.
It’s not just physical pressure building. Not just the fuck, yes friction of flesh against flesh. Not just the way her internal muscles are pumping my dick.
No, it seems the only place my body has left with any blood aside from my dick is my heart.
Because as we lie there together, me and Belle, fused in the most profound way possible, the pressure builds in my chest. The glow infuses my entire body.
I kiss her as I invade her, and she gives and gives and gives, and the ageless act of intimacy, of our bodies’ surrender to each other’s, is enough to blow my goddamn mind.
I explode inside her, coming and coming as my body jerks out its release and the pressure transforms into red-hot waves of pleasure that course over me as I cling to her, gripping her hair and kissing her and muttering senseless expletives and endearments against her mouth.
Our cheeks are both wet, and I’m not sure I could tell you who’s to blame.