21. Theo #2
The sound of my name in that silky purr is too much.
I growl, tugging her cardigan over her head.
She’s wearing a white silk camisole underneath, perfectly innocent, but it’s sheer enough for me to see the outline of her breasts through a lace bra, and the sight makes my mouth water. I don’t want to rush her, but—
Before I even finish the thought, she’s pulled the camisole off and undone her bra, tossing it aside.
Holy shit.
I stare at her, slack-jawed. Smooth, creamy-white skin, full, perky breasts, rosy buds for nipples. She’s utter perfection. Mine to worship.
Mine to ruin, if she’ll let me.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” I ask roughly, and she gasps.
“I’ve never heard you curse.”
My mouth hooks into a dirty grin. “There are a lot of things you’ve never heard me say, sweetheart.”
Her breath stutters. She knows exactly what I mean.
But not yet.
I dip my head to kiss a path from her collarbone to her breasts, and she arches in my arms, head falling back in surrender. This is exactly how I want her: bared to me, so willing.
Circling her nipple with my tongue, I suck it into my mouth, using my thumb to tease the other.
She shudders with pleasure, hands gripping my shoulders, hips rocking again, seeking friction.
My cock throbs as she grinds against me, skin so smooth under my lips.
I slide my hands up her thighs, desperate to see if she’s wet for me.
Then I pause, making sure not to rush this. Her. I want to tear the rest of her clothes off and take her right here, but I won’t. Not unless she wants it as much as I do.
“Is this okay?” I grate out.
“Yes,” she breathes, still grinding against me. And even though her consent is most enthusiastic, I’m still hyper-aware that I’m her boss. That she could, on some level, feel pressured to go through with this.
I draw back enough to meet her hazy gaze. To show her I’m still with her, and will respect her boundaries.
“If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me, okay?”
“If you stop, I’ll cry.”
I release a dark chuckle as I lean in to flick my tongue over one hard, pink nipple.
“We can’t have that, can we?”
She shakes her head, wriggling her ass on my lap. I groan as the friction sends heat pouring through me. Then I resume sliding my hands up her thighs, under her skirt, meeting at the lacy fabric in the middle.
Jesus Christ.
I look up at her in a daze. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
The flush on her cheeks deepens, as if she’s embarrassed, and I let out a ragged breath, cradling her head as I bring her mouth back to mine. My other hand brushes her panties, making her quiver on my lap. Then I hook a finger into them, through her wetness.
“So hot,” I rasp, sliding my thumb over her clit. She moans, right onto my tongue, and I drink it down, strumming her clit again, loving how she responds. The way she rubs against me so insistently has my cock leaking in my pants, but I need to make sure she’s satisfied before I take what I need.
I push a finger into her, groaning when I feel how tight she is. How damn good she’ll feel stretched around my dick.
“Ohhh,” she whimpers, burying her head in my shoulder, as if the pleasure is too much.
I add a second finger, curling them up inside her, watching her squirm restlessly. Then I pump gently in and out, thumb on her clit, hoping like hell I won’t come in my pants as she writhes on my lap.
It’s equal parts relief and torment when she wriggles back to unbuckle my belt, pushing my pants down my hips, freeing my cock. Her mouth falls open as she stares at the purple head of it, glistening with precum.
“I want to taste you,” she breathes.
Fuck.
My balls draw up close at the pleading note in her tone, like she’ll die if she doesn’t get my dick in her mouth.
Which is exactly why I say, “Not now. I want the first place I come to be inside you.”
Her jaw unhinges even further. “God,” she whispers, eyes wide and dark. “Hearing you say something so dirty…”
I shoot her a filthy smile. “Just you wait, sweetheart.”
“I can’t wait.”
She shuffles down my lap again, lining up her soaked panties with my aching cock. Her slickness coats me, even through the thin lace, and a groan tears from me.
“Eleanor,” I warn, gritting my teeth. “At this rate I won’t even make it inside you.”
She giggles, biting her lip. “Better get to it, then.”
I look up at her, eyes glittering, cheeks flushed, mouth curled in a naughty smile. I’ve never found her sexier, which is exactly why I don’t fight her when she pulls her panties aside, rubbing her wetness over the head of my cock, before sinking slowly down my length.
After that, I can’t even think.
She says something about being on birth control, but in this moment I couldn’t care any less. Not when her pussy grips me like a glove, warm and wet and perfect.
“Fucking hell,” I grate out, tensing as I grab her hips to still her movements.
Something flashes across her face. Uncertainty, as if she’s worried she’s done something wrong. I smooth her hair with shaking hands.
“You feel amazing. Too good. Go nice and slow for me, baby.”
Her breath shudders out, and she leans forward to brush her mouth over mine.
I force myself to relax, to savor the sensation of being inside her.
It feels like coming up for air after being underwater too long.
The first deep breath I’ve taken in years, if ever.
Like she’s my way back to center, the thing I’ve needed all along.
The thought makes my chest squeeze, and I stroke her back, her hair, cradle her face as I kiss her softly, reverently.
But the animal inside me takes over, and I begin to move, needing to feel the wet slide of her over my cock. She moans as I grip her hips, thrusting harder.
“Yes, Theo. Like that.”
“That’s it,” I growl. “Say my name while I’m inside you, sweetheart.”
“Theo,” she repeats, meeting my thrusts with the movement of her hips. Her lips come to my forehead, kissing tenderly. “My Theo.”
Oh, God.
My heart swells at the endearment, filling with emotion I can’t begin to face. I focus on the feel of her, the way she bounces on my lap, whimpering.
“You take me so fucking well,” I rasp, pleasure building in my abdomen as I look down at the place where we join. “So perfectly.”
Licking my thumb, I lower it between her thighs, circling it around her swollen clit as I thrust. I’ll make sure she gets there before I do, if it kills me.
She spasms with pleasure, eyes falling closed as she clenches around my dick, grinding against my hand, chasing her release.
“Yes, take it,” I grit out. “Take it all.”
I dip my head to suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue. Her fingers thread into my hair, grasping as she moans, and I drag my mouth over her collarbone, dropping open-mouthed kisses on her hot skin.
“Look at you, so good at riding my cock.”
“Please—” She gasps as I change the angle. “I’m so close.”
“That’s my good girl.”