Theo
I didn’t know why I talked her into staying.
If Mia knew about her regression, understood our full schedule, and still chose to leave, then the issue would’ve been taken out of my hands.
But as my hands skimmed over her soft, warm skin, I knew. I wanted this. I wanted to touch her.
I found the trauma in her muscles and worked it, knowing by touch that she wasn’t following her routine. And I should’ve focused on that–on talking her through her spinal health–but I was distracted by the noises she made.
Soft little moans. Sharp intakes of breath.
She relaxed under my touch, and as I pressed my fingers into her scalp, her low curse made me want to slip my hands under her towel.
I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think.
This wasn’t like any other appointment. I’d given more massages than I could count, but this wasn’t work. I wanted to fuck her here and now, on this table, and the only thing stopping me was knowing Mia wasn’t ready.
So I moved on muscle memory, trying to focus as I slid my hands down her waist, her hips, pressing my touch into her.
Her muscles strained under the pressure, and I asked, “Too hard? Do you need me to stop?”
Her voice was husky. “No. This feels so good.”
Clearing my throat, my fingers skimmed over the edge of her towel. I slid it to one side, slowly, giving her a chance to stop me. But she didn’t so much as twitch. She sighed into her pillow as I bared her ass and stared.
Perky and round, her curves were smooth and soft, framed by a scrap of white cotton. Her thong was barely there. Thin and breakable.
Fucking torture.
I clenched my jaw and tried to go through the motions, but as I rubbed more oil into her thigh, I watched her ass ripple as I worked. Her moans took on an edge as I moved higher, my fingers sliding across her inner thigh.
She gasped as I brushed her thong, and her ass bounced just a little as she arched her back. The white fabric was darker between her legs, damp, and my fingers froze as it sank in.
She was wet. So fucking wet that I could see it through her underwear.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, and I didn’t want to.
My cock throbbed, and I was desperate to take it out. If I pulled her thong to the side, what would she do? How would she take it?
Just the thought of her arching into me–fuck. I was stunned by how much I wanted to feel her.
“Please?” She wriggled her ass, and I stood there, transfixed.
Was she asking me to touch her?
She moved her leg from side to side, and my fingers brushed her again. She moaned. My hands moved over her, kneading her muscles while I tried to focus.
This was my job. This was my job. There was a right way to do this, and it wasn’t here and now.
“It hurts, Theo.”
I loosened my grip. “Is this okay?”
“It isn’t my leg.”
I forced myself to look at her clinically, professionally. Years of training meant I could find sources of pain without much effort. But she looked fine. Better than fine.
She looked so good lying beneath me like this, that I wanted to sink my tongue between her thighs and lap up every drop of her.
“Where is it?”
She shifted, bracing on her thighs and lifting her ass in the air. The towel slid from her other leg, landing on the ground without a single sound.
“Here. My panties are all tight and wet.”
Fuck. Me.
My tongue felt too big for my mouth, and I licked my lips as I slid my hands from her thighs to the waistband of her underwear.
“Do you want me to take them off?”
She was going to hesitate. She’d change her mind. There was no way she’d let herself lie completely naked in front of me.
But then she said, “Yes,” in a voice so breathless I would’ve missed it if it wasn’t the exact word I wanted to hear.
I peeled the fabric from her, prying it from between her thighs, tugging it down the length of her legs. I swore under my breath. She was glistening and plump. So fucking ready.
I reached out to touch her. Then paused.
What the fuck was I doing?
She didn’t really want this. She made that clear.
“We should stop.” My voice was rough, strained.
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard. “Then tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.”
I gripped her thigh and kneaded it. Her body jerked under my hands. “Here?”
“Higher.”
I did as she asked, and she squirmed, frustrated. “Theo, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
I let out a slow breath. “Where do you want it?”
She hesitated at first. Then she reached down, gripped my wrist, and slid my hand between her legs. “I need you to make me come.”
My self-control fucking snapped.
I gripped her ass and spread her wide. She whimpered, one knee giving out as I slid my thumb along her slit.
“Fuck. You’re dripping.”
She let out a groan, lifting her face to stare at me over her shoulder. She watched as I braced myself on the table, settling right between her thighs.
“This is what you want?” I asked, tracing her swollen skin with my finger.
Her breath caught, and she pushed back into my touch. “Oh god, yes.”
“You have no idea...” I circled her clit and bent to taste her. “I’ve thought about this pretty little pussy for months.”
She moaned, low and guttural, as I licked her. And that first taste… Fuck. I’d never tasted anything this good in my life.
“You know you shouldn’t let me do this,” I growled. “But you’re desperate, aren’t you?”
She whimpered as I dragged my tongue from her clit to her entrance.
“No one has to know,” she breathed, repeating what I’d said inside that meeting room weeks ago. “This stays between you and me.”