Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
How could she have known, though, that less than twenty-four hours after going on a date with another man she would be crossing so many lines and about to have sex with Theodore Constantine.
The one who was supposed to find her a leading man, not be him.
She laughed at the idea, watching his determined actions with delight, as his lips tried to meet every freckle on her body, and she had a lot of them.
“I want to kiss every inch of you, over and over,” Theo whispered.
Lifting her torso up, she took his hand and guided it to where her bra clasp was. “Take it off,” she said, her eyes half-lidded with impending pleasure. They were really doing this.
After the end of her last relationship, Olivia had thought there was something wrong with her.
That she would never enjoy sex again if it wasn’t with Micah, because she was afraid she would never connect to someone again on that level of intimacy.
But with Theo, in this small double bed full of floral frills and squashed cushions, he had proven her wrong.
. It was like their bodies buzzed with need.
His hands snapped the back of her bra, the fabric curling into his fist before being flung across the room.
“Fuck,” Theo said, his eyes taking in every inch of her heavy chest.
“What?” she asked, her body tensing.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.
” With that comment, he leaned down and pulled one of her erect nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the flesh and tugging it further between his lips.
He groaned into her chest, his tongue moving back and forth, flicking the nipple, biting the skin around it while he palmed the other in his hand, squeezing the delicate skin.
Olivia gasped, her toes curling at the sensation, her chest arching further into his mouth, as though she couldn’t get enough, the pit of warmth curling in her womb, growing hotter and hotter as he continued his thorough attack on her body.
Pressing her body eagerly against his, she rolled her hips, taking solace in his low groan, and the gentle undulation of his stiffness against her core.
He felt big, the bulge in his pants growing heavier and larger with every thrust. The seam of his jeans rubbed against her clit, causing a loud moan to bubble out of her throat.
“I want…” She gasped, her hands threading into his dark locks and pulling his lips back up to hers. “More. I want more.”
Theo’s lips tilted up into a devilish smirk, his hands running down the plane of her stomach, grasping the sides of her tummy and hips and squeezing gently. “I love these.”
“My love handles?” Olivia breathed, following his wandering hands with lustful eyes.
“Yes.” Theo rubbed the full flesh and kissed each side of her belly, pulling the fatter flesh between his teeth and biting it. “They’re perfect for me to hold as I fuck you.”
“Is that what you’re going to do?” Olivia bit her lip, heartbeat increasing with every bite. Lick. Kiss.
He paused in his attack, eyes lifting to hers from above the junction of her thighs. “If that’s what you want.”
Her gasp turned into a choked moan as he placed a firm kiss upon her clit, his tongue running up the seam at her centre, over her panties, his mouth leaving a wet trail where she needed him the most. “Yes, please,” she whined, as he pulled her underwear to the side and drew her clit into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud with intent.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she let out a gasp.
She should update her list.
Add ‘must know where the clitoris is’.
Because damn, Theo had just opened a whole other realm of expectations for her as far as men were concerned.
Hot, needy and ready, Olivia weaved one of her hands through his tousled black hair, curling the locks around her fingers and pressing his head right where she wanted him. Right where she needed him. Right where she had him.
The heavenly torture of his tongue against her made her want to roll her eyes back again, but she kept them open, watching him attack her body in the most sensual way.
This wasn’t fucking, this was more.
His tongue slowed down, causing a surge of warmth to rush into her stomach, an impending orgasm on the horizon..
With one hand curled into his hair, the other grasping onto the cool duvet covers beneath them, she didn’t dare take her eyes off him.
The dim light of the bedside table lamp washed the room in gold, making his soft olive skin shine a deeper tone and the warm chocolate swirls of his eyes sparkle as he placed a firm hand against her lower stomach and pressed down.
Olivia squirmed beneath him, her lips bitten and bruised from the way she was trying to contain her moans.
“Theo.” She gasped, her body arching upwards.
“Yes, darling?” He hummed against her centre, stroking one of his fingers over to her core before thrusting it upwards, his tongue continuing its assault on her clit. With a few strokes, she could feel the coil in her stomach tighten, the need for release becoming torturous with his attack.
His wonderful, delicious, earth-shattering attack.
“I need you,” Olivia moaned, dragging him back up and connecting his lips to hers.
His fingers slowed down, stroking her just where she needed, his tempo teasing. With each thrust, he kissed her face, from her eyebrows to her cheekbone, across her nose, until finally his tongue flicked out and licked into her open mouth slowly, matching the pace of his fingers inside of her.
The anticipation thrummed beneath her skin, every nerve ending set ablaze.
Their mouths impacted, tongues stroking, teeth biting, lips sucking. Olivia moaned, her fingers raking down his back, leaving angry red lines across the muscle planes. Her fingers brushed across his waistline, her finger dipping into his jeans and pulling his front against her.
Theo broke free of her lips and leaned forward, grinning as her eyebrows raised with the increase of his fingers’ tempo, her mouth falling open in a heady plea.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice deep and velvety. With the three words, she fell apart on his hand, her chest heaving, muscles tightening around his fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of her liquid core. She let out a loud moan, biting her lip to try and conceal the sound.
Leaning down, Theo captured her bottom lip between his teeth and let out his own groan of pleasure as he watched her continue to fall apart beneath his eyes.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and from that moment on he knew he wanted to be the only one to see her like this ever.
Untamed. Completely ruined and undone.