30. Oakley
30
OAKLEY
T he world blurs around me as my lips crash against Theo’s, and I can’t believe this is happening. But I remember Reid’s words about not denying my body what it wants, and I know he’s right. I want Theo—every inch of him.
“Oakley,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” I confess, my heart pounding in my chest. Our mouths meet again, our tongues dancing together, exploring each other’s taste and touch. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough of him.
His hands move across my body, gripping my hips, pulling me closer. The intensity of our kisses grows, and nothing about it is gentle, but I don’t want gentle. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting and nibbling, sending shivers down my spine.
The thought of letting go, of giving myself fully to him, is both terrifying and exhilarating.
Theo’s fingers trail along my collarbone, setting my skin on fire, before he dips down to capture my lips once more. This time, there’s no question, and the passion between us ignites like wildfire.
The heat of Theo’s body pressed against mine is intoxicating as he trails kisses along my neck. A shudder runs through me, and with one smooth motion, he pushes me down onto the bed. The soft sheets cradle my body as he continues to kiss down my cheeks and neck.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. His fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, not bothering to ask for permission—not that I would ever say no at this point.
As he undresses me, I can’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, but there’s a fierceness in his gaze that makes me feel safe. He touches every inch of me, his hands strong and sure as they glide over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
He kisses my breasts, my stomach, lower and lower until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
His tongue teases my clit, licking and sucking on it with an intensity that sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me. I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as he delves deeper, pushing his tongue inside me until I’m a quivering mess of need.
“Please, Theo,” I beg, my voice barely audible. “Don’t stop.” It’s all I can manage before a cry escapes my lips, my head thrown back as waves of pleasure crash over me.
“Theo!” I scream out his name, uncaring of who might hear. Theo quickly leans up and captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, silencing my cries. I taste myself on his tongue, mixed with his own unique flavor, and it only serves to heighten my desire for him.
I pant, my chest heaving with the effort to catch my breath. “Just…don’t stop.” The blazing heat in his eyes is matched only by the intensity of his touch.
Theo’s fingers find their way inside me. He starts with one, sliding it deep within my wet folds. The sensation makes me arch my back, a moan escaping my lips.
“More,” I beg breathlessly, unable to get enough of his touch. Theo obliges, adding a second finger, stretching and filling me in the most delicious ways. My mind whirls with pleasure as he moves them in and out in a rhythm that drives me wild.
“Please, Theo,” I whimper, my body writhing beneath him. His eyes darken with lust as he adds a third finger, sending me into overdrive. I can barely form coherent thoughts as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, my walls tighten around his fingers, and I scream out his name as my orgasm crashes over me in powerful waves.
“God, Oakley,” Theo murmurs, pulling his fingers from me, his gaze filled with awe. My body trembles as I come down from the high, and he leans in to press a tender kiss to my forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
“Yeah,” I manage to say between shaky breaths. “I just…I need a moment.”
“Take all the time you need.” Theo rises from the bed, removing the towel from his waist. He stands there, gloriously naked, and smirks as if a wicked idea crosses his mind. “How about a shower? You up for it?”
“Didn’t you just take one?” I ask, still attempting to catch my breath.
He grins slyly at me. “I don’t mind taking two.” With that, Theo scoops me up in his arms, making me instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. The strength in his embrace is both reassuring and thrilling, and a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine.
“Alright,” I agree, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he carries me to the bathroom.
The cold water shocks my system as Theo steps into the shower, still holding me close. I gasp and try to wriggle free from his grip, but he tightens his hold on me, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
“Relax, it’ll warm up,” he promises, his voice low and soothing.
“Easy for you to say,” I grumble, wincing slightly at the chilly water hitting my flushed skin. True to his word, though, the water quickly turns warm, cascading down our bodies in a comforting embrace.
He smirks, tilting his head toward mine, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together in a familiar rhythm, and I can’t help but get lost in the sensation. As we continue making out, the water streaming around us, I feel him shift, adjusting his position.
Theo presses himself against me, his hardness lining up with my entrance. He breaks the kiss just long enough to gaze into my eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear. All he finds is desire and trust.
He pushes forward, sinking deep inside me. We both groan at the exquisite sensation—me from the delicious fullness, him from being enveloped in my warmth.
“God, Oakley,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he begins to move.
The sound of his pleasure sends a shiver down my spine, making me want more. I need to feel all of him, and I’m not afraid to let him know. “Harder, Theo,” I demand, arching my back and tightening my grip on his shoulders.
“Are you sure?” he pants, concern flickering in his eyes even as his body trembles with the effort of holding back.
“Absolutely,” I confirm, my voice filled with conviction. “Don’t hold back.”
He nods, determination replacing concern, and then he’s thrusting into me with renewed vigor. My body responds to his every touch, desire and pleasure building like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over me at any moment.
“God, Theo!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back as the intensity of our connection overwhelms me. And though we’re surrounded by water, it’s not enough to extinguish the fire burning between us—a fire that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.
Theo’s thrusts become more forceful, plunging into me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“More, Theo,” I beg, my nails digging into the muscled planes of his back. I can’t get enough of him—this connection between us feels so right. It’s like our bodies were made for each other, locked together in perfect harmony.
“Like this?” he asks, increasing his pace, driving into me harder and faster. I gasp, unable to form words, only able to nod in response.
“Yes, just like that,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the steady drumming of the shower.
As Theo continues to push in and out of me, our bodies slick with sweat and water, I feel the coil inside me tighten, signaling my impending climax. Every nerve ending screams with pleasure, the sensations threatening to consume me entirely.
“Look at me, Oakley,” Theo orders, his voice strained with effort. Our eyes lock, the intensity of his gaze amplifying the electric connection between us.
“Are you close?” he questions, his fingers gripping my hips even tighter.
“Y-yes,” I stutter, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. “I’m so close, Theo.”
“Let go for me, Oakley,” he urges, his own control teetering on the edge. His words are all it takes—the dam breaks within me, releasing a tidal wave of ecstasy that crashes through my body, leaving me breathless and shaking.
Theo follows shortly after, his release evident in the way his body tenses before he lets out a guttural moan. As we cling to each other, shuddering in the aftermath of our passion, I marvel at how right this feels.
Beads of water race down my body as the warm spray from the showerhead washes over me, washing away the remnants of our passion. Theo’s hands are gentle but insistent as he runs them over my skin, massaging soap into a lather before rinsing it away.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, his voice low and tender.
“Amazing,” I reply, my eyes closing in contentment. The sensation of his fingers gliding across my body, coupled with the steamy warmth of the water, is nothing short of divine.
“Turn around, let me do your back,” he instructs, and I comply without hesitation. As his hands move to massage my shoulders, I marvel at how this simple act of intimacy feels more profound than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
“Your touch…it’s magic,” I murmur, unable to contain the words any longer.
Theo chuckles softly, his breath warm against my ear as he leans in closer. “I could say the same about you.”
“Is that so?” I tease, genuinely curious. “Tell me about it.”
“Every time I touch you, it’s like electricity courses through my veins. And when we’re together like this, it’s as if all my worries and fears just fade away,” he confesses, the vulnerability in his voice making my heart swell with affection for him.
“Sounds intense,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
“You have no idea,” he counters, his mouth curving into a grin as he presses a lingering kiss to the nape of my neck.
“Hey, it’s only fair that I return the favor,” I protest playfully, turning around to face him. Theo raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he hands me the soap.
“Be my guest,” he replies, clearly eager to see what I have in store.
I take the soap and begin to work it into a lather between my hands, focusing intently on the task as if it’s the most important thing in the world. Then, with deliberate slowness, I raise my gaze to meet Theo’s, my eyes locked on his as I reach out to touch him.
“Tell me what you want, Oakley,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
“Right now, I just want to make you feel good,” I answer, my voice barely more than a whisper. The look in his eyes tells me he understands the depth of my sincerity, and he nods once in silent agreement.
As I smooth the soap over his chest, feeling the play of muscles beneath my fingertips, I can’t help but be struck by the contrast between this tender moment and the wild passion we shared just minutes ago. There’s something so incredibly intimate about caring for another person like this, and I find myself savoring every second of it.