Chapter Eight
Present Day
My head pounded before my eyes even opened.
The previous night’s activities had left their mark on everything - My legs ached like I’d danced all night - which did not seem like something I’d do - but I remembered being on a dance floor and moving in what can only be described as a haphazardly manner.
My feet which had worn stilettos until the walk home felt almost bruised.
Then I remembered, I’d undressed in front of Theo and then he had undressed in front of me. Fuck.
I felt warmth on my back and around my waist and I very quickly realised that most of the pillow wall was destroyed.
Theo’s arm was around my waist, his hand sitting up under my breast, against the soft flesh as my t-shirt had ridden right up sometime in the night.
His chest was against my back and while the warmth was nice I needed to escape.
I tried to move, preferably before Theo woke up.
But the more I tried to slip out of his arms, the more he tightened his grip.
“No, stay.” he begged, his mouth against my shoulder.
Surely he was still asleep, because he was not actually wanting me to stay.
“The pillow wall.” I warned.
“Fell.” He agreed. “Yes but one of the pillows is still doing the lord’s work.”
He pushed his hips against the pillow that still sat between my ass and his, fuck. I sighed. “Please stop teasing me.”
He used his arm to pull gently against my stomach and so I turned over to face him, he lifted his hand to my cheek, his eyes were bright blue and earnest. “I’m not teasing you Imogen.”
He picked up the pillow between us and threw it to the side, before throwing back what remained of the blanket that had been covering us. He was hard again.
“It’s a morning thing.” I reminded him.
He shook his head. “I say with this my whole heart Imogen. It’s a you thing.”
I rested my head on the pillow while I studied his face. “How?”
“What do you mean How?” He seemed confused which in turn confused me.
“Your exes are all beautiful and-”
Theo placed his finger on my mouth and licked his lips.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Not like them.”
Theo’s face scrunched up. His eyes locked with mine for a second and then he looked back down at my lips, where his finger still sat.
“Where did all your confidence go?”
Bloody Sloane, mentioning how I was trying to see myself as a person and not a shape. I’d been working on my confidence for some time. It was a work in progress, not something I was an expert yet by any means. Not something I’d shared with anyone, besides her.
“Its a ruse, and I can’t pretend around you.”
“Don’t ever pretend around me.” He whispered - though it sounded more like he was begging. He removed his finger and then sucked in a nervous breath.
“Gin, please believe me when I say this, I want you.”
“No you don’t, I’m not your type.”
“I don’t care about anyone else.” Theo brushed stray hair from my face and then said very softly. “My type is you, Imogen.”
Before I could say anything else he looked at my lips, asking to kiss me without words and I nodded, just enough to give him permission.
He smiled and then leaned in, taking my wordless plea.
As soon as our lips touched, I felt sad for the Imogen who had dreamed about this as a teen.
Sad because she’d missed out, because she’d had to wait till now.
But then happy that she’d finally gotten her wish.
I hadn’t believed in fireworks moments.
But I did now.
I’d never been kissed like this - ever - Nothing, no one would ever match this. The way I felt like I would float away if it was not for him holding me in to him.
The way his tongue gently caressed mine, with just a soft touch, it sent shivers up my spine.
If I’d been more awake and less hungover I probably would have pushed him away, sure that this was just another prank, a weird little joke…
but my inhibitions were still low and now that we were here and this was happening, It felt like it was the only thing we should be doing.
It should have been strange at the very least that our first kiss was happening as we lay next to one another, half naked and aroused. Somehow it wasn’t. Like everything else that had come before had been foreplay.
Theo deepened the kiss, his mouth opening wider, his tongue delving deeper. It made my mind go numb with want, and my body buzzed.
“Is this okay?” He murmured, pulling back slightly.
I already missed his lips.
“Yes.” I breathed out.
It was more than okay if I was being honest. Theo didn’t waste time, his mouth moved against mine again, as he moved his hands down my neck, over my shoulders and on to my hip.
Normally I’d want to pull back, hide away - anything but let him touch me in the light of day. But I was so hot with want that the issues I had with my body weren’t at the forefront of my mind.
His hand trailed up my back, his fingers dancing over the skin, up to my bra. He unhooked it with practiced ease, which I tried not to read anything into. I already knew he was experienced, of course he had moves.
His lips moved from mine and I almost argued in protest, but then they found the curve of my neck, he sucked gently then moved a little more down my neck and along my collarbone.
With the awkwardness of a first time we giggled as he helped me navigate the removal of my t-shirt and bra. Once they were finally off and discarded he looked down at me, his eyes heavy, but happy.
He kissed me again on the mouth, a bit more desperate, breathy, his hand cupping one breast and thumbing over my hardened nipple.
“Fuck.” He grunted looking down.
My breasts weren’t small. I’d grown to accept them since puberty, but by god it had been an experience. The way Theo was looking at them now, it was like they were a feast… just for him.
My back arched in a way I didn’t know it could when his tongue flicked over my nipple while his thumb and index finger continued to roll the other.
I could feel it all, everything deep inside my body came alive and I knew then that one time with Theo was never going to be enough.
His mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips.
Theo’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with desire, before returning his focus to my body.
His tongue swirled around my nipple while his hand continued to work the other, and I felt myself arching into his touch, chasing the sensation.
“Theo,” I breathed, my fingers threading through his hair.
He kissed his way down my stomach, his lips trailing over my soft curves. I tensed slightly, old insecurities trying to surface, but Theo’s hands gripped my hips firmly, possessively, and the way he touched me—like he couldn’t get enough—quieted the negative voices in my head.
When he reached the waistband of my panties, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
I nodded, barely able to breathe, and he slowly pulled them down, kissing his way along my thighs as he did.
The morning light streaming through the window made me want to cover myself, to hide, but Theo’s hands on my thighs kept me still.
He settled between my legs, and I felt his breath against my most sensitive skin. My hands gripped the sheets as his tongue made the first exploratory stroke.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
His hands slid under my ass, lifting me slightly, giving him better access, and then his mouth was on me in earnest.
The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue circled and flicked, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on that bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars. When he slipped a finger inside me, I moaned loudly, no longer caring about restraint.
“Theo, fuck,” I whimpered, one hand leaving the sheets to grip his hair.
He added a second finger, curling them just right, and I felt the tension building low in my belly. His pace was relentless now, his fingers pumping while his mouth worked magic. My thighs trembled, trying to close around his head, but he held them open, kept me spread for him.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”
The pleasure built and built until I couldn’t hold back anymore. His name left my lips like a prayer as I came, my body tensing and then releasing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I was vaguely aware of the sounds I was making—half-moans, half-sobs—as he worked me through it.
Theo didn’t stop immediately, working me through the aftershocks until I was oversensitive and squirming.
“Too much,” I gasped, tugging at his hair.
Only then did he kiss his way back up my body, his lips and chin glistening with evidence of what he’d just done. He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It should have been strange, but instead it was erotic, intimate in a way I’d never experienced.
My hands found his boxers, pushing them down clumsily. He helped, kicking them off, and then he was naked against me, his hard length pressing against my thigh.
I reached down to touch him, wrapping my hand around his shaft. He was hot and hard in my palm, and when I stroked him, he groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through both of us.
“Gin,” he breathed against my lips, his hips thrusting into my hand, seeking more friction.
I stroked him again, firmer this time, and he cursed under his breath. After a few more strokes he grabbed my wrist, stilling my movements.
“Need to be inside you,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained.
He rolled away briefly, reaching for his jeans on the floor and pulling out his wallet.
I watched as he extracted a condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth.
My eyes traced over his body—the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the V of his hips, the thick length of him as he rolled the condom on with practiced efficiency.
He returned to me, settling between my thighs. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt him at my entrance, the head of him pressing against me, and then he was pushing in.
The stretch was intense.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.