36. Theo #2
"You have no idea how much I missed you," she gasps between kisses, her voice rough with want. "I thought about this every night. About you. About us."
My hands find the hem of her hoodie, fingers sliding beneath the fabric to trace the warm skin of her waist. "Show me."
She doesn't need telling twice. Her hands are everywhere—yanking at my shirt, pushing it up until I have to break the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. Then she's back, lips on my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone, her breath hot against my skin.
"Fuck, Zari?—"
"I know." She bites down on my shoulder, hard enough to make me groan. "I missed your voice. I missed your hands. I missed the way you look at me like you're two seconds from throwing me over your shoulder."
My laugh turns into a growl as I flip us, pinning her beneath me on the couch. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, pulling me down until I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I murmur against her throat, tasting the rapid pulse beneath her skin.
She arches against me, her body moving with that natural grace that drives me insane.
My hands slide down her sides, pushing her hoodie up until I can see the swell of her breasts.
Azaria's breath hitches as I pull the fabric over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up.
I dip my head, taking one perfect nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight peak. "Because I'm never letting you go again."
She moans, her back arching off the couch, hands tangling in my hair. "Theo, please?—"
I know what she wants. What we both want. My hand slides down her stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She's already wet, already ready, and the knowledge makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
"Missed this," I murmur, tracing slow circles around her clit. "Missed how responsive you are. Missed how you fall apart when I touch you just right."
Azaria whimpers, her hips lifting to meet my fingers.
I add pressure, watching her face as pleasure builds. Her lips part, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes dark with want. When I slip two fingers inside her, she cries out, her body clenching around me.
"That's it," I encourage, curling my fingers just right. "Let me hear you."
She does. The sounds she makes are filthy and perfect—whimpers and moans and my name on her lips like a prayer. When I can tell she's close, I pull my hand away, ignoring her frustrated whine.
"Need to be inside you," I growl, pushing her pajama bottoms down her legs. "Need to feel you come around my cock."
Azaria helps, kicking the fabric away before reaching for my pants. Her fingers are clumsy with urgency, but she manages to free me, her hand wrapping around my length and squeezing just hard enough to make me hiss.
"Fuck, Zari?—"
"I need you," she breathes, guiding me to her entrance. "Please, Theo. I can't wait anymore."
Neither can I. With one smooth thrust, I'm inside her, buried to the hilt in the tight, wet heat I've been dreaming about. We both groan at the sensation, at the perfect rightness of being connected again.
"You feel incredible," I manage, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. "So fucking tight. So perfect."
Azaria wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper. "Theo, please.”
I set a rhythm, slow and deep, watching her face as pleasure builds between us. Her nails dig into my back, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.
"Harder," she demands. “Fuck me harder, Theo."
I obey, my control slipping as need takes over. The couch creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our moans and the wet slap of skin against skin. Azaria's head falls back, her lips parted, her body tightening around me as she gets closer to the edge.
"That's it," I encourage, my voice rough. "Come for me, Zari. Let me feel you."
She does. With a cry that's half my name, half something wordless and perfect, she comes apart beneath me, her body clenching around my cock as pleasure takes her.
The sensation pushes me over the edge, and with a final deep thrust, I follow her, my release crashing through me as I spill inside her.
For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart. Then Azaria shifts beneath me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
"Wow," she murmurs, her voice soft with satisfaction. "That was..."
"Incredible," I finish, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Perfect."
She hums in agreement, her body relaxing beneath mine. "We should probably move to the bed. The couch isn't exactly designed for this kind of activity."
I chuckle, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her hair is a wild halo around her head, her lips swollen from kissing, her skin flushed with pleasure. She's never looked more beautiful.
"Lead the way," I say, pressing one last kiss to her lips before helping her up.
Azaria takes my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine as she leads me toward the bedroom. But before we make it there, she pauses, turning to look at me with a glint in her eye.
"Actually," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "I have a better idea."
Before I can ask what she means, she's pulling me toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction. The shower turns on with a hiss, steam beginning to fill the room, her expression pure temptation.
"Care to join me?" she asks, stepping beneath the spray and letting the water cascade down her body. "I promise to make it worth your while."
“You know I can’t say no to you.” I tell her. Azaria grins at me mischievously.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have told me that.”