Chapter 13
Theo
She’s spread out beneath me on her rumpled sheets like a fucking offering, and I have to take a moment just to look at her. To burn this image into my brain so I never forget it.
Her hair is tangled across the pillow like fire, and her chest is heaving, those perfect tits rising and falling with every ragged breath.
The lamp on her bedside table casts everything in warm gold, turning her into something almost ethereal, and I can see every detail of her.
Every freckle scattered across her collarbone like constellations.
I just came so hard I nearly blacked out, and somehow I’m already getting hard again looking at her. I’m thirty-four years old, not twenty, but my body doesn’t seem to care. All I can think about is how many different ways I’m going to make her cum before the sun comes up.
I press my mouth to her hip bone and drag my tongue along the crease of her thigh, so close to where she wants me that I can smell her arousal, feel the heat radiating off her skin.
She whimpers and her hips lift toward my face, seeking something I’m not ready to give her yet.
I press her back down with one hand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place while I take my time kissing along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“You’re killing me,” she breathes, and her fingers find my hair, tugging hard enough that I feel the sting all the way down my spine. “I swear, Theo, if you don’t—“
“You’ll what?” I bite down gently on the crease of her thigh and she gasps, her whole body jerking beneath my hand.
I soothe the spot with my tongue and look up, taking in the sight of her propped up on her elbows, watching me with green eyes and flushed cheeks and swollen lips from kissing me. “Tell me what you’ll do.”
She opens her mouth but only a moan comes out as I spread her open with my thumbs and just look at her for a long moment, drinking in the sight. Pink and swollen and so wet she’s glistening in the lamplight, clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill her.
My cock throbs painfully and I have to take a slow breath through my nose to steady myself. I’ve imagined this so many times, pictured what she’d look like spread open for me, but the reality is so much better than anything my mind conjured.
“Look at you,” I tell her, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.
“So wet and swollen. All for me.” I drag my thumb through her folds, barely touching, and watch her shudder.
“I’m going to take my time with this pretty pussy.
I’m going to lick you until you’re crying and begging and coming so hard you forget where you are. ”
The sound she makes is somewhere between a moan and a sob, and her head falls back against the pillow. I take that as permission.
I lean in and lick through her folds slowly, one long drag of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and the taste of her floods my mouth and short-circuits something in my brain.
Fuck. She’s sweet and musky and perfect, better than anything I imagined, and I groan against her like I’m the one being taken apart.
I do it again, slower this time, savoring every inch of her.
“Oh, Theo.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Oh fuck, your mouth, that feels so—your tongue is so—I can’t—“
I seal my lips around her clit and lick in slow, firm circles, and the rest of her sentence dissolves into a broken cry.
I could live between her thighs. I could spend hours here, days, learning every spot that makes her gasp, every rhythm that makes her shake.
She’s soaking wet, dripping onto my chin, onto the sheets, and knowing that I did this to her, that she’s this desperate because of me, makes something possessive and primal roar to life in my chest.
I slide one finger inside her and she’s so tight and hot and wet that I’m fully hard again, my cock pressed painfully against the mattress, and every instinct in my body is screaming at me to climb up her body and bury myself inside her. But not yet. I want her desperate first.
“More.” She’s panting now, her hips rocking against my face, trying to fuck herself on my finger. “I need more, please, I can take it—“
“I know you can.” I add a second finger and she clenches around me so tight it makes me groan. “You took my cock down your throat so well. I know you can take whatever I give you.”
She moans at my words, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
She likes when I talk to her like that. Likes when I’m filthy with her.
I curl my fingers forward, searching for that spot, and when I find it she cries out, her back arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head like she’s trying to trap me here forever.
Good. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“There?” I ask, stroking that spot again, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Right there, sweetheart?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, right there, don’t stop—“
I add a third finger and she moans louder, her whole body shaking as I stretch her open.
I work her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, watching the way her mouth falls open and her eyes squeeze shut and her chest heaves with every ragged breath.
Then I start fucking her with my fingers in earnest, hard and deep, curling them to hit that spot with every stroke.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her clit, letting her feel the vibration of my voice. “You’re doing so good, taking my fingers. Stretching that tight little pussy for my cock.” I lick her clit and she jerks. “Such a good girl.”
I lower my mouth back to her clit and lick faster now, matching the rhythm of my fingers curling inside her.
She’s close, I can feel it in the way her thighs are trembling, the way her moans are getting higher and more desperate, the way she’s grinding against my face like she can’t help herself.
I want to make her come so hard she sees stars.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Theo, I’m gonna come—“
“Do it.” I lick her clit hard and curl my fingers at the same time, hitting that spot deep inside her. “Come on my face, Emma. I want to taste it. I want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze my fingers. Give it to me. Now.”
She breaks apart beneath me with a scream that echoes off the walls of the tiny apartment, her whole body seizing, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard I can barely move them.
I work her through it, licking gently now, drawing out every wave, feeling her pulse and clench around my fingers as the aftershocks roll through her.
When I finally pull back, my chin is soaked and my fingers are aching and she’s lying there staring at the ceiling like she’s forgotten how to move. Her whole body is still trembling, little aftershocks making her twitch every few seconds.
I wipe my mouth and crawl up her body, settling between her thighs. She can feel how hard I am, pressed right against where she’s still hot and swollen and sensitive, and her breath catches.
“Already?” she whispers, looking down between us with wide eyes.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” I rock my hips against her, dragging my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her, and we both groan.
“I could come just from eating your pussy. Just from the taste of you on my tongue. I’ve never—“ I break off, shaking my head. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Never.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer, her heels digging into my ass. “I need you inside me. Right now. Please, Theo, I need your cock—“
She reaches over to her nightstand, yanking the drawer open so hard it nearly comes off the rails, and fumbles around until she comes up with a condom. She tears the wrapper with her teeth and I watch her, chest heaving, my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
The sight of her like this, flushed and eager, her hair a mess and her lips swollen, does something to me that I can’t explain. I’ve wanted women before. I’ve had good sex before. But I’ve never felt like this, like I might actually die if I don’t get inside her in the next thirty seconds.
“Let me,” she says, and rolls the condom down my length.
Her fingers linger, tracing the shape of me through the latex, and then she lies back against the pillows and spreads her thighs wider.
The sight of her open and waiting for me, her pussy still glistening from when I made her come, makes my mouth go dry.
“Now,” she says. “I need you inside me.”
I don’t make her say it again.
I settle between her thighs and line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and then I push into her slowly, inch by inch, and every thought in my head evaporates.
She’s so tight. So hot. So fucking perfect that I have to take it slow or I’m going to lose it before I even start.
Her walls grip me like a vice, stretching around me, pulling me deeper, and the sensation is so overwhelming that my arms shake where I’m braced above her.
Her mouth falls open and her nails dig into me.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice high and strained. “You’re so big, I—“
“You can take it.” I push in deeper, watching her face for any sign that I should stop. Her brow is furrowed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, but it’s pleasure on her face, not pain. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Just relax. Let me in.”
She takes a shaky breath and I feel her softening around me, her body opening up, and I slide the rest of the way home with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest.
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”
I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, feeling every inch of her drag against me, and then I thrust back in with one smooth stroke.
The sound she makes is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
I do it again, and again, setting a slow deep rhythm, savoring every sensation, watching her face as pleasure washes over her.