Chapter 59 THEO #2
“I’m going to make you fucking cry,” I whisper into her ear, and I watch in the mirror as she bites her lip hard to keep from moaning.
God, this elevator is slow. I splay one hand across her lower stomach, pulling her flush against my body.
“I’m going to fill your pretty little cunt with so much cum you’ll be a mess for days.
” I keep my eyes on hers in the mirror, and she blushes and looks at me adoringly.
“You won’t be able to walk for a fucking week once I’m done with you, sweetheart. ”
I’m not actually whispering anymore, and the man who insisted on joining us is highly uncomfortable. He’s trying to ignore us, but he looks up and catches sight of gorgeous, frustrated, needy Alex, and his eyes land on her hard nipples poking through the thin, almost see-through silk of the dress.
He stares at her a little too long, a little too appreciatively, and my temper flares immediately. I catch his eye and give him a tight smile as I protectively wrap an arm around her waist.
“I killed the last man who touched her,” I say, my voice quiet and cold, and the man looks at me with a horrified expression before quickly looking away. I feel nails digging into my forearm and look down to see Alex frowning up at me.
“That’s not funny,” she chides. I shrug as the elevator finally fucking stops, looking back at the man, who has moved closer to the door and is pointedly not looking at us.
“Neither were the crime scene photos.”
He blanches and keeps his head down as Alex gasps at me.
“Theodore!” The doors open, and she laughs in delight as I haul her out of the elevator and drag her down the hall.
I’m so determined to get her alone that I don’t even realize I have no idea where our room is until Alex laughs and pulls me back, leading me down the other hallway.
I look around quickly, and once I’m sure we’re alone, I press her up against the door to our room and slip a hand between her legs.
I moan into her ear when I feel the smooth, velvety skin of her cunt dripping wet for me, and she fumbles with the key card, finally opening the door.
I pick her up and slam the door behind us, throwing her onto the bed and dragging her to the edge, dropping to my knees and slipping her legs over my shoulders.
“Finally, something I want to fucking eat.” Her giggle turns into a moan as I drag my tongue against her slowly, coating it in the taste of her arousal.
Has she always tasted this sweet? I reach up and pinch her nipples through the silk of her dress, rolling them in the way she likes as I devour her cunt, making her gasp and whimper.
I’m delirious as she moans out my name loudly and rakes her hands through my hair.
I don’t need to go slowly, I need her to come in my mouth right fucking now.
I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue against it, pulling one of my hands away from her perfect tits so I can push two fingers inside her and crook my fingers against her g-spot, pulsing hard in a way that makes her arch off the bed.
Her leg starts to tense up, and I drag my other hand down her body and press my hand against her lower stomach, pinning her hips down as she writhes on the bed, pulsing my fingers and sucking her clit until her whole body starts to shake.
She shrieks, gripping the duvet as she gushes into my mouth, liquid dripping down my chin.
That’s new.
We both freeze, and when I look up at her, she looks as surprised as I am. A slow, smug smile spreads across my face.
“You really missed me, didn’t you?” She flushes a deep pink and laughs.
“God, yes. Come here.” I’m on my feet and undoing my pants when I pause for a second.
I think I’m getting carried away here.
Wait, did I seriously mention killing Danny to the guy in the elevator just to get him to stop looking at her? Oh, goddammit, I’m absolutely getting carried away. I need to keep my shit together, so I drop back to my knees quickly.
“Sweetheart, I want you to come for me again. You taste so fucking good.” Alex sighs and sits up, reaching for me.
“Theo, I need you to fuck me right now.” Her voice is low and demanding, and my cock throbs in response. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. I’m not fucking this up, not letting the sex trigger her, no matter how much I’m dying to be inside her.
“Honey, we can take this slow, okay?” She gives me a sweet, impatient smile.
“You can take me slow, okay?” I laugh and start to go very slowly, pulling our clothes off as I kiss my way up her body, pinning her hands down when she tries to grab me, drawing long lines up her body with my tongue, every moan and whine and gasping breath she makes going straight to my cock.
I slide her wrists above her head and hold them down while I kiss her slowly, taking my time with every nip and suck and glide of my tongue against hers.
It’s fucking torture for both of us.
She starts squirming underneath me, pleading with me to just fuck her already, begging frantically in half-formed sentences that devolve into the word please repeated over and over until I can’t hold out any longer.
I kneel between her legs and drag the head of my cock over her warm, dripping cunt, but I have to stop almost instantly because I can feel heat building in my spine.
“Theo,” she whines, and I work my way inside of her slowly, inch by inch, trying hard to ignore how perfect she feels around me and focusing on watching her for any signs of a problem instead.
She doesn’t seem anxious, she doesn’t freeze up, her face doesn’t go blank, she just whimpers and runs her hands over my body frantically as she pulls me closer and looks up at me with so much love I feel like I’m drowning in it.
She tilts her hips up to take me deeper as I push inside of her fully, and I have to stop again so I don’t come right then.
I bury my face in her hair and breathe her in for a minute, smelling her perfume and the warmth of her skin, and something deep inside of me falls back into place.
I start to feel overwhelmed as her legs wrap around my hips, and I pull out and thrust back into her slowly.
Why does this feel so different?
I’m confused as tears prick at my eyes, and I don’t understand what I’m feeling. We’re finally back together, we’re on the same page, we’re completely connected, we got everything back, and everything is okay now.
Why the fuck am I starting to cry?
She whimpers and arches up into me, her hands running over my neck and chest, her expression becoming concerned.
“Teddy, are you okay?” I nod, staring down at her as I roll my hips and push deeply inside of her. “Theo, stop.” I freeze, looking for any signs that she’s upset. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Nothing is wrong. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” I am okay. “I’m just really fucking happy.”
Oh.
That’s what I’m feeling.
Alex starts tearing up, pushing my hair back from my face.
“Me, too.” When I kiss her again, it’s like I’m kissing her for the first time.
Being with her now feels so different, like we’re truly connecting for the first time.
I give her everything I have, and she gives me everything of herself in return, and there’s no place where I end or she begins – there’s only us as a whole.
I lock eyes with her as she starts to come undone underneath me and takes me down with her, and my vision goes black for a second from how intense it is.
Everything seems soft and slightly out of focus as we lay together afterward, our foreheads pressed together and our breath mingling as our hands wander over each other.
We stay there for a long time, staring at each other, touching each other, feeling our connection resonating between us, just being together again.
I pull her into my arms as I roll to my back, and every ounce of worry and anxiety and tension washes out of me.
Lying there with Alex, I feel fucking peaceful for the first time in my life.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I say, kissing her forehead, “I need to eat some actual fucking food, and then I’m going to spend the rest of my life buried inside of you.”
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I don’t care that the hollandaise isn’t lemony enough, that the eggs aren’t perfectly poached, or that the potatoes aren’t seasoned the way I would prefer. The food is much better than anything I’ve eaten in a year, excluding Alex, and I’m too distracted to enjoy it anyway.
Alex looks happy as I stare at her sitting across from me, and that’s all that matters. Her ankle rubs against my calf, and I trap it between my legs, making her laugh. We sit there for a long time, not speaking, enjoying the moment.
She gets up and pulls me to the bed, kissing me and stroking me until I’m hard before dropping to her knees.
I try not to let her see how nervous it makes me, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
I watch her for any signs of distress, but she’s so relaxed and engaged that it becomes almost impossible to do anything other than enjoy what she’s doing.
She does it differently now, and I already know what I can and can’t do.
I cup her face gently, keeping my touch light as I press my thumbs into the hollows of her cheeks and feel my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
All it takes after that is looking down at how her lips are wrapped around me and the soft blush spreading across her cheeks as her wide, pretty eyes meet mine.
She moans in delight as I come in her mouth, and she sighs contentedly as she swallows, like she’s missed this as much as I have.
I pull her into my arms and spend a long time showering her with affection and praise afterward, because I know she needs it.