Cecilia – Twenty-four #2
I flung my hand in the direction of the nightstand, insinuating that was where the condoms were. He reached towards it and I felt my body shiver in anticipation as he located the foil packet.
I watched as he tore it open and rolled the condom on, his movements practiced, respectful — but still unbearably hot.
Then he reached between us, lined himself up, and slowly pushed in. My mouth fell open. The stretch made my breath catch, but it was perfect. He was perfect. Every inch of him filled me like we’d been made to fit.
He groaned softly, forehead resting against mine as he bottomed out. “Fuck, Celia.”
My hands clutched at his back, nails digging in, trying to hold on to something. His hips stayed still, giving me time, letting me adjust. Our eyes met.
Then he moved.
Slow, deep thrusts that made my body light up. I arched into him. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue sweeping over mine in rhythm with the way he rocked into me .
Every sound he made — every moan, every low whisper of my name — fed the fire burning in my core.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
“You feel so good,” I breathed.
“You have no idea,” he said, his voice strained, reverent.
He shifted his angle and hit something that made me cry out. I bit down on my lip, eyes squeezing shut.
“Right there?” he asked, hips pressing again.
“Yes. Yes, Theo, please—”
His pace slowed deliberately, savouring the connection as he slid in and out, each movement measured, teasing, like he was memorising every curve and tremble of my body. I trembled beneath him, gasping softly, clutching his shoulders as waves of warmth and need rippled through me.
He dipped his head to my collarbone, sucking and kissing, his breath hot against my skin. His hands traced slow, light paths down my back, anchoring me to him. Every thrust drove deeper, sending shivers from my core to my fingertips.
“I want to hear you,” he murmured against my skin, voice thick with need. “I want you to say my name again.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the feeling was overwhelming — a delicious, dizzying surge rising inside me.
His hips pressed harder, faster now, setting a rhythm that left me breathless. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but the tension coiled tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold it any longer .
“Theo,” I whispered, voice trembling.
He smiled against my neck, teeth grazing softly. “That’s it.”
His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer with each thrust. I arched into him, losing myself in the steady pulse of his body, the heat, the slick friction that made everything else fade away.
I felt myself spiralling — breath quickening, heart pounding, skin flushed with heat and want.
Then, just as I felt myself coming to the edge, he slowed his movements ever so slightly, burying his face in my neck, pressing kisses that felt like promises. His voice was a low growl.
“Come for me, baby. Let go.”
And I did — my body shuddering as pleasure tore through me, crashing in endless waves that left me trembling and gasping.
He stayed with me, moving slowly, tenderly, matching his pace to mine as I came down. When I dared to lift my head, our eyes locked — his wild with something fierce and worshipful.
“God, that was—” I started and he kissed me, pulling my bottom lip into his.
“We’re not done yet Celia, I’m sure you can give me another one.”
I gave him what I’m sure was a look that said – you’ve got to be kidding me.
He grinned down at me and then his hips began to move again — slower now, but with renewed strength, driving deeper and harder, every movement electric .
The pleasure built again, not as fierce, but steady — stretching, teasing, drawing me out longer than I thought possible.
I gasped, moaned, whispered his name, feeling it catch in my throat as the waves rose once more, wrapping me in their warmth.
When I finally fell over the edge a second time, it was with a cry — louder, more desperate — echoing in the quiet room.
He held me tight through it, groaning against my skin as his own release followed, deep and shuddering inside me.
We stayed tangled, breathless, connected.
Then he kissed me softly, a kiss full of everything we hadn’t said yet.
His hand rested warm on my waist, tracing lazy circles as if memorising my skin.
I could have stayed there forever.
But then Theo shifted, sliding out of me.
I blinked, breathless. “Where are you going?”
He bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Stay there.”
I frowned but relaxed, listening to the water run in the ensuite and soft rustling of a towel.
A minute later, he returned with a warm, damp flannel and a small towel.
“What are you doing?” I murmured, still dazed.
“Taking care of you.”
He spread the towel beneath me, then carefully, tenderly cleaned me, slow and reverent like I was fragile.
When he finished, he kissed my bare hip softly .
“There,” he said. “Perfect again.”
I reached up, fingers threading through his hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, then climbed back into bed and pulled me close without a word.
“I think,” I whispered after a long silence, “I’ve never had anyone do that for me.”
He pressed his lips to the crown of my head. “You deserve someone who does.”
And just like that, I melted all over again.
We lay there quietly, heartbeats mingling, bodies still humming with the aftermath of everything.
His hand brushed across my stomach, gentle, grounding.
I said finally, “I might be ruined now.”
His brow quirked. “Ruined?”
“In a good way.”
“Good.” He kissed my cheek, then jaw, then the corner of my mouth. “You ruined me first.”
“When?”
He looked up, searching the ceiling like it held the answer.
“I don’t know. Maybe when you made me laugh after I’d failed my driving test. Or when you fell asleep on my shoulder at that awful house party and didn’t even realise.”
I smiled.
“That was years ago.”
“I know.”
His gaze was steady, full. “I’ve always felt more like myself when I’m around you. ”
My throat tightened. I didn’t know what to say, so I just held his hand.
We stayed like that for a while — warm, quiet, a little stunned.
His thumb stroked mine absentmindedly. The sheets tangled around our legs.
My body hummed with everything unsaid, and everything shown.
Finally, I whispered, “You’re leaving in two days.”
He nodded. “I know.”
The silence stretched. Not awkward. Just real.
I didn’t ask what that meant.
I didn’t want to ruin it with questions we weren’t ready for.
Tonight, had been enough. More than I ever imagined it would be and yet I didn’t want it to be the end.
For now, I curled closer, resting my head on his chest.
The sound of his heartbeat lulled me toward sleep.