Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
THEO
As soon as we’re through my apartment door, I’m on her, tugging her into me and sliding my hands through her hair.
I pull her into a kiss that burns me from the inside out.
She moans, and I dip my tongue in, gliding it against hers in an unhurried yet deep kiss.
I can’t get close enough as I back her up against the wall, my hands roaming everywhere in my desperation to get her out of her clothes and into my bed.
“Tell me to stop, firefly. Tell me you don’t want this,” I say huskily, my breath coming out in uneven pants.
“Never,” she responds, gripping my shirt and dragging me back to her.
Our teeth and tongues clash, neither of us wanting to come up for air.
I grab her hips and lift her to my height for easier access.
She wraps her legs around my waist and rubs herself against me.
I groan, kissing her deeper, our tongues dancing to a rhythm only we know.
One we’ve done a thousand times yet somehow feels new, untouched.
She runs her fingers through my hair, releasing it from its confines so it drapes across my face. Blake tugs on the strands, pulling me closer. I can barely breathe through the rampaging lust, intimate proximity, and intoxicating smell of her, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. I don’t want to.
My hand snakes down her chest, loving the feel of her body under my hands.
She’s always had a fantastic figure but knowing she carried my child just makes me harder for her.
My dick strains against my pants, desperate for attention, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the woman in my arms. I never thought we’d get to this point again, and I’m not afraid to admit that she’s the only person who can make me this unhinged.
Taking her right breast in my hand, I test its weight in my palm, the feel of it heavier than it was years ago.
I draw back, using my hips to keep her against the wall, and promptly lose all coherent thought at the sight of her kiss-swollen lips.
I rip her shirt, and the buttons fly across the room.
I don’t give a fuck, though, because in this moment, I have to have her.
Her breasts are encased in a lacy black bra, and I would rip that off her, too, if I could.
I don’t want to damage something that looks so perfect on her, though, so I lift it toward her chin instead, releasing her perfect tits for my eyes to feast on.
I lower my head and tug a dusky pink nipple into my mouth.
Blake moans, her hips grinding faster as she dry humps me, and her hands in my hair don’t allow me to move away.
The desire to fuck her against the wall is high, but I don’t. I want to take this slow so I can savor every second of being with her. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’d rather not come the second I get my dick in her cunt.
Reluctantly drawing back, I place a soft kiss on her lips. “Bedroom.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her pupils blown, hair a mess, and lips swollen.
Grabbing her ass, I haul her into my arms and make the tortuously long journey to my bedroom, all while Blake is placing kisses along my neck and sucking on the skin. My dick feels like it's about to explode, her touch igniting a fire beneath my skin. I whimper, desperate to get inside her.
She pulls at my hair, bringing her lips to mine. I don’t refuse. Tracing my tongue along hers, I close my eyes for a second and stumble when I catch my foot on something. I stop in the hallway, drawing back to brush her hair off her forehead.
“God, you're beautiful,” I murmur, leaning in to place my lips on her again.
Blake moans into my mouth as she clings to my shoulders. I take the last few remaining steps to my bedroom, kick the door closed, and stalk to the bed.
She looks up, taking in the room. It’s nothing much—I’ve never needed anything more than a bed, side table, and chest of drawers.
I decided to forgo color in here, settling on a muted black-and-gray palette.
There’s something about the depressive state of the room that feels good versus the rest of the colorful apartment.
“Theo,” Blake whispers, causing me to turn toward her. “I need you to touch me.”
Not one to disappoint, I place her on the bed gently, her hair fanning around her as she looks up at me. I’ve tried so hard to keep my feelings for her at bay, but Blake Adams is seared into every molecule of my body. There’s no me without her.
Kneeling on the bed, it dips under my weight, and I crawl toward her, my hands skimming across her body. When my hands graze her stomach, she sucks it in.
“What did I tell you about doing that?” I growl before dropping my tone. “Do you know how much of a turn-on this is?”
“Huh?”
“Your body. Knowing you grew my child here. How beautiful you are for giving me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for, even if I didn’t know it at the time.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath and the uncertainty in her voice as she replies, “Thank you?”
Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on her stomach, my eyes becoming glossy with emotions, but I shake them off.
This is not the time nor the place, Theo.
Trying to get my head out of my ass, I change tactics. “Play with those gorgeous tits, firefly,” I demand, my tone low as I move backward off the bed.
Blake bites her lip, unsure, but I raise an eyebrow at her, waiting.
She sits up, unclasps her bra, and places it next to her before lying back down, her gaze firmly on me.
Slowly, her hand comes up, tentatively stroking a finger along the top of her breast. My eyes track the motion, watching as she touches one of my favorite parts of her.
I know this’ll drive her mad—she wants me to be touching her—but hell, it’s driving me mad too.
I watch as a wave of euphoria graces her face the more she plays with herself.
Note to self: she likes her tits being played with. Yay for me.
I remove my shirt, throwing it haphazardly behind me as I gaze intently at what she’s doing. Her left hand comes down to the apex of her thighs, while her right hand continues to knead her breast.
My mouth waters at the sight when her legs widen, even if they are still covered in her work pants. She slides her hand into the waistband, her fingers going straight to her needy cunt. My hands itch to help take her clothes off, to speed up the process, but I hold myself back—barely.
“Theo?” she gasps. “Be a good boy and come help me.”
Oh, fucking hell.
Is this what it feels like when a woman loves being called 'good girl?’ Because I can get behind that.
I take off the rest of my clothes as quickly as I can, trying not to fall over in my haste to get out of them.
She turned the tables with those two words—I’ve gone from dominant and in control to needy and begging within the space of a second, and I’m not even mad about it.
Blake pushes her pants down her legs, kicking them off the side of the bed. Her panties follow next, and I know I’ll be stealing those for the nights when she’s not here. Her legs spread wide again, and I’m dying for a taste.
Wanting to see how it plays out, I demand in a low tone, “Why don’t you come over here and get on your knees for me.”
Blake glances at me, then smirks and taps her lip. “Hmm… no.”
“No?” I ask, my grin widening.
“No,” she reiterates, sitting up and bracing her elbows behind her. “I think you need a reminder about who it is you’re speaking to.”
My eyebrows raise. I usually like to be the one in control—hello, control issues over here—but I love this new imbalance of power.
I smirk when she climbs off the bed, taking a couple of steps back as she walks toward me, her eyes holding a mischievous glint in them. She’s completely naked, her long hair falling around her shoulders in the sexiest way possible, and I’m momentarily stunned at how lucky I am.
She stops in front of me and trails a finger gently down my chest, stopping at my nipple piercings. “These are new,” she says, with a head tilt before taking a one between her fingers and squeezing gently.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my knees almost buckling beneath me. “That feels so good. But yeah, they’re new,” I manage to get out as she continues her exploration.
“New tattoos, new piercings. It’s like this whole body is brand new to me,” she murmurs, her eyes darting around my chest.
“Looking later, touching now,” I pant, my dick harder than granite. I need her mouth on me.
Blake glances up, her eyes ablaze with defiance as she purrs, “I let you have your way the night in your car, but that’s over now, so be a good boy and get on your knees for me.”
My skin erupts with goosebumps, a shiver sliding down my spine at her tone, and a whimper escapes me.
I nod emphatically, drool gathering in the corner of my mouth at how hot dominant Blake is.
I can see from the way she’s holding herself and how her eyes are alight that she feels confident, sexy in what she’s doing. She looks like a fucking goddess.
Could this be what we’ve both needed? To relinquish control to the other person? We’ve both had a rough past. Could this be what heals us?
Doing as she says, I slowly sink to my knees. I glance up at her, a broad grin on my face. It’s a fucking beautiful thing to witness, and if me being on my knees and at her mercy gives her what she needs, I’ll gladly do it every day for the rest of my life.
She slings a leg over my shoulder, and I grab her hips, steadying her.
I look down to see her clit swollen and needy for me.
I don’t wait for her to tell me what she needs because I already know.
I dip my head, swiping my tongue from her ass to her clit.
She clutches my shoulders, her nails clawing into my skin, but I pay it no attention.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I pull her further into me.
Fuck, this is hot.
Her musky scent sends me into an uncontrolled frenzy—I’m panting, groaning, and licking her clit like it's my favorite ice cream. Her moans of pleasure aren’t helping anything either. The way she slides her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer as she gyrates into my face, is all too much.
I have to slow this down.
Drawing back, I glance up at her, my lips still slick from her wetness. “If I don’t stop now, firefly, I’m gonna come everywhere.” I chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Blake strokes a hand down my face, and I lean into it. “You come now, and I’ll make you clean it up… with your tongue,” she says, patting me gently on the cheek.
I groan. “You saying shit like that to me isn’t helping… do you know how fucking hot you are right now?”
“I have an idea.” She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. “But you’re going to eat me out, make me come all over that gorgeous face of yours, and then I’ll think about letting you come.”
Fuck yes!