Chapter 9 – Allegra
9
ALLEGRA
T heo says nothing for a few seconds, and I think I might have said the wrong thing. Then, as if he came out of a stupor, he presses his mouth against mine. This isn’t a sweet kiss. This one is filled with possessive passion that sends need humming through me as heat blossoms in my core. I swear I can feel my clit pulse.
He breaks the kiss to lean down and lift me into his arms. I kick off my slippers as he walks me into my bedroom. After another long, wet kiss, he sets me on my feet, allowing me to slide down to the floor. There is no mistaking the bulge in his pants.
He cups my face and studies me. “Are you sure?”
Am I sure? A man who has a reputation as being pretty good in bed has just offered to rid me of my pesky virginity. I bite my lower lip and nod. “Yeah. Definitely.”
“Thank god,” he mutters as he leans down to give me yet another possessive kiss. He moves away from my mouth, kissing a path down my neck to the swells of my breasts, kissing them through the thin cotton fabric. He drops to his knees, then pushes up my shirt, exposing my stomach. He kisses me there, nipping at my flesh as his hands move my shirt up. His mouth moves along the same path, and, damn, he’s talented. I help him get my shirt off, throwing it somewhere, anywhere.
I’m not wearing a bra, and his gaze is centered on my breasts.
He cups one, teasing the nipple.
“So pretty,” he whispers as I watch my nipple get hard. He slips his hands beneath the waistband of my yoga pants and then groans when he sees I’m not wearing any panties.
“Tell me you don’t prance around the resort without any panties on. If you do that, I might not be able to concentrate at all.”
“Then I won’t tell you that.”
He mutters under his breath, then helps me out of the yoga pants. One of my feet gets tangled up in the leg, and I lose my balance as he yanks it off. I’m giggling as he rises to his feet. He just stands there staring at me as if I’m some kind of sweet treat. He even licks his lips. Theo Darling looks like he’s about to lose all control, and I’m the reason. Just that little bit of knowledge sends power surging through me.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
“Wait, I’m the only one who’s naked.”
His blue-green gaze shoots up to mine. “I’m too hungry.”
I don’t understand what he means until he drops back down to his knees, then yanks me to the edge of the bed. He puts a hand on each of my thighs, then pushes them wider apart. He kisses my right thigh, then nips at the tender flesh. I jump a little, then moan as he drags the flat of his tongue over my skin up to my core. I know I am embarrassingly wet, probably dripping with my need.
He slips his tongue along my slit before sliding it between my folds.
Oh. My. God.
Just that simple act has me almost coming, losing my ability to think straight. He slips his hands under my ass, lifting me higher, so I have no purchase. I am totally under his control, and you know what, I like it. A lot.
My first orgasm takes me by surprise. It’s fast and furious and has me screaming his name. But Theo doesn’t stop. Instead, he redoubles his efforts as I grip the sheets with my hands. I’m just about to come again, but he pulls back, replacing his tongue with two fingers. My inner muscles latch onto his digits.
“Fuck, you are so tight and wet. I can’t wait to feel you on my dick.”
Then, he curls his fingers inside of me and drags the flat of his tongue over my clit. I think I’m ready for my second orgasm, but it’s more powerful than my first, causing me to bow up off the bed.
“That’s it, Allegra. You are so fucking beautiful,” he says as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me.
When I finally settle down from that orgasm, he pulls his fingers out of me. I open my eyes to find Theo licking every finger.
“You are delicious,” he says, his voice rolling over the syllables of the last word. There is no doubt he truly believes that. When he rises to his feet, I see the massive bulge in his pants and push up off the mattress to help him get undressed. I have never really thought about oral sex that much, but now I want to do it for him. I lick my lips, and he snorts. My gaze shoots up to his, and he’s shaking his head.
“Nope. Next time, but this time, I want to be inside of you when I come.”
Soon, he’s completely naked, his erection curving up against his stomach. He’s…well, he’s a work of art. Long, sinewy muscles, tanned skin, and, well, his cock.
I wrap my hands around his dick and pump him. He lets his head fall back and groans. He allows me to do it a couple more times before he’s urging me back on the mattress.
He’s already rolling a condom on before I’m completely settled. He joins me on the bed, covering me with his body. He kisses me then, his cock pulsing against my pussy. I can taste my musky need on his tongue, and that sends another little thrill rolling through me.
He pulls away, taking his dick in his hand and centering it at my entrance. My entire body is throbbing as if I didn’t just have two of the best orgasms of my life.
“This might hurt.”
I roll my eyes. “I am not a shy virgin, Theo. Please, hurry up.”
He smiles down at me, that sweet one, the real one that reaches his eyes, and I’m done for. My heart turns over, and it’s useless to fight it. I’m in love with him, even knowing there will be no future. But, in this moment, I will accept the pleasure he gives me and not worry about the future for once.
He starts to enter me slowly, and he is big, stretching me, but it feels so good. Inch by glorious inch until he’s completely inside of me. There’s a tiny pinch when he takes my virginity, but I barely register it because he feels so good inside of me.
Then, he starts to move. At first, his thrusts are slow and measured, controlled. Then, he begins to speed up, harder.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Allegra. Your sweet little pussy is so tight around me.” He rises to his knees, dragging me with him and giving him another angle that seems to hit some magical spot inside of me. In the next instant, I’m flying over the edge into pleasure once again.
“Oh, yes, fuck, that feels good. Come all over my dick.”
Then, he thrusts harder and faster than before, his fingers digging into my flesh before he thrusts one more time.
He shouts my name as he comes. I open my eyes and look up at him. His head is thrown back, his throat exposed, and a sheen of perspiration dampens his skin.
He is possibly the most beautiful man alive.
Moments later, he falls on top of me with a mumbled apology before rolling us over, so I’m on top of him.
Contented, I doze, my entire body now relaxed.
I’m jolted awake as Theo slides us out of bed. I wrap my legs around his waist.
“What is happening?” I ask, sleepily.”
“Bath. We need a bath.”
He sets me on the counter, gets rid of his condom, then starts a bath.
“Got any salts?”
“Hmm?” I ask, feeling as if I’ve drunk three bottles of wine in the last thirty minutes.
He laughs and leans forward to brush his mouth over mine. “Do you have any bath salts or bombs?”
I nod. “Second drawer.” I point to the vanity. He finds them, pulls out a bath bomb. “This one smells like you.”
Moments later, we are settling into the big clawfoot tub, my back against his front.
“I could get used to this,” I murmur.
“So could I.” He says it so softly, I almost think he didn’t say it.
Hope springs to life, but I stamp that out. Hoping for Theo Darling to give up his player ways is just going to lead to heartbreak.