Chapter 14 #2
I had his attention because he was fucking me. But I had all of his attention because he was fucking me .
Me.
The woman he loved.
He was fucking me yet he wasn’t. Not in the traditional use of the word. With each glide of his dick I felt the truth of his affection.
“I love you,” I panted.
“Theo,” he grunted. “I love you, Theo.”
“I love you, Theo,” I mimicked and watched his eyes flare.
I didn’t know the why behind that flare and I didn’t care why it meant something to him when I added his name. I just cared that it did and made a mental note to say it again.
A few minutes later I found I was right; I didn’t need his finger working my clit. I could come with his dick alone.
“Theo,” I gasped.
“Feel it, baby.”
I bet he could, what with the power my orgasm had when it snuck up on me.
My hips lifted of their own accord, chasing the orgasm that lingered just out of reach.
It was then I learned the true meaning of Theo’s dominance. I learned what he meant when he said good girls get good things with blinding clarity.
He demanded, bossed, and took.
I followed his orders and reaped the rewards.
“Jack your knees up higher, baby, I want deeper in your pussy.”
I jacked my knees higher.
Theo slid deeper, my womb contracted, and I moaned.
“Can you breathe?” he asked.
I could, barely, but enough to answer, “Yeah, honey.”
Theo smiled down at me, his eyes full of lust and desire and something else.
Mischievous if I had to guess.
“That won’t do. I want you breathless when you come around my cock.” To punctuate his meaning his thrusts turned savage.
He indeed stole my breath and my mind and my soul as my body ignited into nothingness.
Nothing but pleasure. Every nerve tingled. Every muscle bunched. My limbs trembled.
“Fucking beautiful,” he grunted. “Come for me.”
I also learned my body obeyed him without question.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “Fucking hell, your pussy is so goddamn beautiful.”
As compliments went, it wasn’t flowery but it was Theo. And like everything else, I’d take anything he wanted to give me.
He slowed his pace and took me through my climax that was no less intense but much longer than the first. When I felt myself come back from the blissful journey I had taken, Theo pulled out, shifted to his knees, and palmed his hard dick.
“Watch me,” he demanded.
My gaze stayed glued to his hand jacking his dick in long, fast strokes.
“This is yours,” he groaned. “This, baby, is what you do to me.”
With that he anointed my stomach with thick jets of come.
“Fuck,” he grunted and bucked his hips into his stroking hand.
The last thirty minutes had been the most erotic of my life. But I would trade the two orgasms I had—and that was saying something since they were otherworldly—just to watch Theo come on my stomach again.
With one last violent stroke he squeezed just under the head of his dick and his big body shuddered.
“Christ,” he bit out.
I lifted my eyes to find him watching me carefully.
“Hands down, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I told him.
Something that looked an awful lot like relief passed over his face.
Did he really think I wouldn’t have enjoyed that?
“As sexy as that was,” I started with a smile. “You wasted it.”
Theo returned my smile.
“Sorry, baby, that was selfish.”
“It was. But as noted it was sexy so I’ll let it slide this once if you promise next time you aim a little higher so I can taste you.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Why, because I swallow?” I rolled my eyes and tacked on, “Such a man.”
“ Your man,” he corrected. “And no, you’re perfect because you take me as I am, let go, enjoy the fuck out of what I’m doing, and get off on it.”
Well, that was an understatement but I let it go without correction.
Instead I focused on the first part of what he said.
“My man.”
I knew it came out breathy when his face got soft.
“Yeah, Bridget, yours.”
Holy shit on a shingle, I loved that.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
Theo’s eyes went to my belly and he asked his own question. “Do you need to ask me this while my come’s drying on your stomach or can I clean you up first?”
That reminded me…
Theo was on his knees naked between my legs.
And what I was reminded of was that I had the perfect view of his body.
So I took my fill and allowed my eyes to roam all over his muscled chest, the ridges and valleys of his stomach, the happy trail of hair that started as a dusting under his bellybutton but got thicker the closer it got to his cock.
I loved that he didn’t do what I’d heard a lot of men did now—manscaping—or if he did, he didn’t go overboard.
He looked masculine and natural. Cut hips, his heavy dick now soft as it rested against his thick thigh.
He was perfection.
All of him.
And mine.
Finally my gaze went to his come drying on my stomach.
“I take it you liked me marking you.”
“No, I loved it,” I returned.
“What’s your question?”
Right, my question . Something that had sprung into my head last night and I meant to ask then, but I was so tired I fell asleep before Theo was done brushing his teeth.
“Back before, when you were guarding me, did you arrange to be the one guarding me during the day?”
“Not at first. But after the first week, yes, I made it so I was the one there while you were awake.”
I loved that.
“And dinner?”
“Yes, I pulled a double shift so I’d be there from when you woke up until you were ready for bed. Normally, there’d be three rotations. But I wanted your time and that included eating dinner with you every night.”
My smile came so quick it was a wonder I didn’t strain something.
“I see you like that.”
“No, I love it,” I echoed my previous correction.
“Right.”
There was a loud knock on the door followed by, “Yo! If you two love birds are done in there, the peanut butter glaze isn’t gonna stay soft forever. Chop, chop, get the lead out.”
I pinched my lips to stop myself from laughing.
Theo didn’t pinch his lips and didn’t look like he wanted to laugh.
“Get the fuck away from the door!” Theo shouted.
“Put your Long John Silver away and get the fuck out here. I want to eat and get some sleep.”
“Christ.”
I lost the battle and busted out laughing.
Best morning ever.