Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Theo
“And why would I do that?” Wren asks with a sly grin.
She takes a step back, and I take one forward, ensuring we don’t leave one another’s space.
“Because I asked nicely.”
“I don’t know.” She hums, and when her legs hit the bed, she looks up at me.
“You owe me, remember?”
She stands toe to toe with me and says, “I don’t owe you anything.”
I curl my fingers around the base of her neck as I hover my lips over hers, so close I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. “You’re telling me you’re not desperate for release after sucking me off last night?”
Her breath brushes against my mouth, shaky and sweet.
I tighten my grip just a fraction, grounding her, as her pulse flutters beneath my thumb. “It’s your turn, love.”
“Here?” she whispers, glancing around my old room.
“Here,” I answer as I play with her lips.
“Theo—”
I kiss her before she can argue. I’ve been dying to touch her like this again. She’s all-consuming, and the noises I pull from her are blissful sins.
Her moan vibrates against me, and I’m far too quick to deepen our kiss. Parting her lips, I hum in pleasure as our tongues meet. I can taste the strawberries I was envious of, mixed in with her natural, sweet aroma. I’m drunk within seconds, but I’m a greedy bastard.
“Do you trust me?” My voice drops low, roughened with a need I can barely keep in check.
“Yes.”
There’s something heady about seeing her like this, laid bare and vulnerable, trusting me to give her something she’s never had before. Her body relaxes, her breaths steadying, and all I can think is how badly I want to show her that she’s safe with me, that I want this as much as she does—and maybe more.
I trail kisses from her lips to her cheek to her neck and nibble on her earlobe. I relish in the goose bumps that pepper her skin in my wake.
Sliding my hand under the hem of her dress and up her thigh, I say, “Tell me to stop if I go too far, okay?” I hook my thumb under the edge of her panties but pause.
“Okay,” she mumbles.
She’s in her head. I don’t have to look at her to figure that out; it’s all in her tone.
“Look at me,” I whisper, and she complies. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No more running,” she says with conviction.
“It’s not running if this isn’t what you want.”
“I want this. I’m just nervous.”
I take her chin between my fingers and rest my forehead against hers. “Have you done this before?”
“Yes, but it never ended well. It was either too wet or they couldn’t find my clit.”
“Can I try anyway? And if you don’t like it, we can stop.”
A tiny exhale escapes her, and she blinks slowly. “Yes.”
“Okay,” I say with a soft smile. Brushing my lips over hers, I whisper, “Trust me.”
And then I kiss her fiercely.
I can’t get enough of her; she’s invigorating and sweet. Her touch will be the death of me, and I’ll gladly welcome it. A low rumble leaves my chest as I guide her to the bed. She sits, and I stoop to her level, wrapping my arms around her body.
“Focus on me. Nothing else.” I pull away, and she arches toward me with a whimper. With a husky chuckle, I kiss the underside of her jaw and inch down her body.
A murmur of a moan spills from her as I trace the outline of her breast. The urge to explore every millimeter of her skin becomes too much. I cup her breast, the soft weight filling my palm as I trace my thumb over the lace, the tight bud of her nipple hardening beneath it. Her breath catches, and I’m drunk on the way she leans into my hand, every touch deepening my need to pull her closer. I press my thumb over her nipple again, rolling it gently as she lets out a low, breathy moan, her chest heaving as she clings to me.
With a shaky groan, Wren moves her hands to the sheets and balls them in her fists.
Working my way down, I settle on my knees and hike her dress over her thighs.
She bites her lip, glancing down at me. “What if I don’t taste good?”
I press a lingering kiss to her inner thigh. “Baby, I already know I’ll never get enough.” I trail my lips closer to her core, savoring the way her body trembles. “Now lie back and let me enjoy.”
“What if I can’t finish? Or what?—”
“Wren,” I state, and she halts. “Lie back, close those pretty eyes, and stop thinking.”
“Okay. . .” She lies down but then sits straight back up. “Just promise you’ll stop if I don’t taste good.”
“I promise, but I’m not worried about it.”
“Okay, okay, here I go.” And she’s back down.
I start slow and pull on the hemline of her underwear. With a nervous sigh, she lifts her ass, and I drop them to the floor.
“Relax, baby girl.” I hum in an attempt to ease her anxiety. “Focus on my lips.” I kiss her again. “My touch.” I place her legs over my shoulders and scoot her to the edge of my bed so I have better access. “And my tongue.” Bringing my mouth to her core, I run my tongue from her entrance to clit.
She releases a shaky whimper while her thighs shake from the sensation.
“Fuck me, I’m going to worship you.”
“Theo,” she murmurs, but I’m tired of going slow.
“Mmhmm,” I moan as I devour her.
She’s glorious; I thought I was hooked before, but Wren is sweet. I’m salivating with each swipe of my tongue. And when she moans and gasps? It adds fuel to my fire to bring her to completion.
Incoherent mumbles fill the space, and I groan in satisfaction. Her legs tense around me, and I can tell she’s back in her head, the one place she can’t be.
“How does this feel?” I ask while running my tongue against her.
She responds with a soft moan, but I need more.
“Use your words. Do you like this?”
“Yes,” she groans, but her muscles are still tense.
“Do you want me to go softer like this?” I feather my lips over her clit before skimming it with my tongue. “Or harder like this?” I nip her clit before sucking on it.
“I don’t know,” she rasps.
“How about somewhere in the middle?” I sink my fingers into her thighs, securing her closer to my mouth, flicking my tongue over her in rapid succession.
“Oh, fuck !” She relaxes around me, and a sense of pride swarms through me. “Like that, don’t stop!”
Shaking my head, I grunt into her. My cock is pushing against the fabric of my jeans, pleading to be free. This moment is for Wren, though, not me. As much as I want to thrust into her for my own pleasure, I won’t, not yet anyway.
Her whole body is as taut as a bowstring as she gasps, “Theo!”
Her moans escalate, each sound more breathless than the last. Her body arches off the bed, but I hold her down, more than eager to guide her through her release. I watch her unravel, drinking in every sound, every tremor, as if it’s a memory I’ll relive forever.
“Shh,” I murmur while pulling back. Admiring her pussy, I suck on my fore and middle finger and tease them against her entrance. “Look at me, Wren.”
She props herself up on her elbows, her chest heaving as she meets my gaze. Her skin glows, flushed pink, her lips parted as if she’s forgotten to breathe. Her eyes are hazy, pupils wide and dark, focused only on me as I slide two fingers inside her.
Her body tightens, a shuddering gasp escaping her lips as I press deeper, and her warmth engulfs me. It’s as if I’ve become her whole world in this moment, and the look in her eyes nearly undoes me.
“You’re so tight, baby girl. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers.”
“Oh my god,” she groans as her legs tighten around me.
“Talk to me. How’s this?” I ask as I pump my digits inside her.
“Really good,” she rasps.
“Just good? Hmm, let’s see what happens if I do this?—”