Chapter 23 #3
Theo isn’t offended by my instructions. His face disappears back between my thighs and he follows my commands perfectly, his fingers pushing deeper inside of me, his tongue flicking my clit quicker than before.
Oh my gosh.
I can’t bear it anymore. I’m so close. My body is practically bucking on the bed and I nearly tear fistfuls of his hair straight out of his scalp.
As the pleasure tears through me, a loud gasp fills the room and I nearly crush his entire head between my thighs, so overwhelmingly sensitive that suddenly every sensation hurts.
I’m left panting, my vision blurred with stars.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Theo says as he extricates himself from between my legs. He rejoins me on the bed, lying on his side next to me, trailing a finger down the center of my breasts as I take a minute to catch my breath. “Hi, Hails.”
When I turn my head to look at him, something primal and instinctive comes over me.
I slip my hand around the soft nape of his neck and pull his lips to mine, tasting myself on him.
I swing my leg over his body, straddling him and feeling his cock press against me.
I rock my hips teasingly back and forth as I kiss him fiercely, almost chaotically.
I never curse. Like, ever. But I kind of have an alter ego in the bedroom, and before I know it, I’m hissing against the corner of Theo’s mouth, “Can you fuck me, too? Please?”
“It’s always the shy ones,” he says, biting my lower lip as his hands grab my ass. Effortlessly, he lifts me off him and sets me back down on the bed as he stands up. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I watch him get undressed, and I really, really like what I see.
Kissing his way back to my mouth, Theo’s body hovers over mine, and my desire to feel him becomes overpowering.
I arch my back, pressing my chest up against his and raking my hands down his back.
He eases the tip of his cock inside of me, pausing to gauge my response, but all he gets out of me is another one of my usual eye rolls—though this time, for very different reasons.
He’s biting my neck, his breathing heavy.
When he pushes in all the way, I dig my nails into the back of his shoulder blades and groan in satisfied arousal.
“You feel so good, Theo,” I tell him, and I couldn’t care less if I stroke that big, fat ego of his. The raw fullness of his cock feels incredible and I won’t even deny it—he’s the most perfect fit.
“You feel so good,” he growls, and he wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand as he thrusts steadily, like every single stroke is equally as careful and concentrated as the last. Sweat beads along his forehead and his skin feels clammy.
He buries his face deep into the crook of my neck with the most vulnerable of moans.
“Ah, shit, Hails. I’m going to come already. I’m sorry.”
I push his hair back from his damp forehead, angling his face to look at me. “Don’t fight it,” I tell him, and when he nods and tries to look away again, I grasp his jaw once more. “Can you look at me while you come, Theo?”
Such a demand is what pushes him over the edge.
His blue eyes widen as they lock with mine and he clenches his teeth with determination as his thrusts quicken.
With a coy smile, I gently stroke his jaw, and suddenly Theo is a trembling mess above me, his cock pulsating with waves of euphoria.
His groans fade into breathlessness and he dips his forehead to mine.
He kisses my cheek, then pushes off of me and collapses on his back by my side.
We stare at the ceiling together, our heavy pants filling the silence.
It’s like the house lights coming on at the end of a show, and suddenly you’re snapped back to reality. My cheeks heat with mortification and I clutch a handful of the sheets and drape them over my body. “Oh my gosh. I’m so embarrassed. I get, um, weirdly confident . . .”
“I like confident, naked Hailey,” Theo says, reaching out for my hand and intertwining our fingers.
I sense his eyes on me, so despite my blushing, I force myself to look at him, too, and it isn’t as scary as I feared it might be.
“I mean, I always knew I’d like naked Hailey.
But I really fucking love it when naked Hailey tells me to look at her when I come. ”
“Theo!” I groan, pulling the sheets up over my face now, because I can’t believe I really did that. “Don’t ever repeat that.”
He tugs on the sheets to reveal me again, and he’s a little bit closer now, a soft smile on his lips. “I really have liked you forever, Hails,” he says sincerely, and maybe that’s enough for me to let him ravish me all over again. He is so reassuring. I love it.
“And I really have liked you . . . Well, since yesterday,” I admit self-consciously, then push myself up onto my elbows and look down at him. “But I do need to get back to my book. I got kind of distracted.”
“Of course,” he says. With a smug grin, he rests his hands on the back of his head and releases a happy sigh. “You go ahead and write. I’m going to lie here and visualize the past ten minutes on repeat in my mind. You’re even better than my dreams, Hails.”