25. Eleanor
Eleanor
Theo’s warm hands slide up my bare thighs, spreading them with an urgency that makes my breath catch. His mouth captures mine in a blistering kiss, fingers tracing the edges of my panties.
I can’t believe how long it’s taken for him to put his hands on me tonight.
Since the moment I saw him in my classroom this morning, hands sticky with pumpkin, face lit with a proud grin, I’ve been desperate to kiss him.
To touch him. I never expected him to visit us today, let alone actually carve a pumpkin, and it was freaking adorable to see the concentration on his face as he worked.
To see him get pumpkin on his fancy work shirt and laugh.
The kids noticed the lightness in him, too.
Like he’s finally letting himself set down some of the weight he carries.
It’s only making me fall harder.
I’ve watched the clock all day, excited to be alone with him.
I half hoped he’d rip my clothes off the minute I stepped through the door, but he’s shown his usual restraint.
Don’t get me wrong, dinner was delicious, and it was so cute how hard he tried to set the mood, but I can’t deny how badly I need his mouth on mine, his hands on my skin.
“Finally,” I breathe, fingers going to his shirt. He’s sexy hot tonight, slightly dressed down in chinos and a button-down shirt. I thought he looked good in a suit, but this button-down with the sleeves rolled? Fuck.
He draws away to meet my gaze, confusion on his brow. “Finally what?”
“You’re finally touching me.” I hook a leg around his ass, pulling him closer, and his brows spring up.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Well, no.” I stroke his jaw, where the stubble is turning into scruff, loving the rough feel under my palm. “Dinner was delicious. And the candles, the music… no one has ever done something so sweet.” I press my lips to his in appreciation. “But also… God, I need you to touch me.”
He issues an amused laugh. “I’ve spent the evening trying not to.”
“Why?”
“I’m trying to go slow, sweetheart. To respect you.”
Oh, that’s adorable. He’s such a good guy.
“If you respect me at all, you’ll give me what I need.”
He arches a brow. “And what’s that?”
I can’t stop myself from being completely honest. I’ve been fighting a losing battle all day.
“You’ll fuck me right here, on this counter.”
His jaw falls open, heat swirling in his eyes. “Miss Hart,” he says, frowning in mock disapproval. “That language.”
I giggle, loving the way he says my name, the playful edge with something darker underneath. My pulse skips at the promise in his gaze.
But he shakes his head, softening. “I’m not going to have sex with you, Nora. Not tonight.”
Disappointment slices through me. It must show on my face, because he gives a deep chuckle, thumbs teasing the edge of my panties again.
“But I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, don’t worry.”
Then he drops to his knees on the floor, hooking a finger into my underwear and sliding it off, his gaze hot with intent as it settles between my thighs.
Oh. Oh.
Molten heat rushes to my core as he drags me to the edge of the counter, settling my legs over his shoulders. He leans in just enough to nudge my clit with his nose, inhaling deeply.
“I love the scent of you,” he rumbles, thumbs massaging my inner thighs as he spreads me further. His tongue darts out to taste me, and he hums his satisfaction. “So damn sweet.” He lifts his dark gaze to mine. “My sweetheart.”
My heart skitters. The way he says it is soft, affectionate, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness that makes me shudder out a breath. I writhe on the counter, restless, desperate for him to touch me.
“Theo, please.”
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teases.
I smirk. “Only with you.”
“Fuck.” When he looks up at me again, his gaze is piercing. Dangerous. “You make me so hard when you say things like that, baby.”
I whimper, wishing I could touch him. Taste him. Ever since I unzipped his pants on my sofa and saw the sheer size of him, the beauty of his cock, I’ve wanted his masculine taste in my mouth.
I reach for him. “Let me—”
“No,” he says firmly, pinning me in place. “I need to feel you come on my tongue.”
Slick heat pools between my thighs. He thinks the things I say are hot? They’re nothing compared to his filthy words. The way he spoke to me last time… I’ve never had a guy speak to me like that. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve touched myself more than once since, replaying those words.
Finally, he puts me out of my misery with a long swipe of his tongue. Slow, deliberate, like everything he does. Tasting me. Savoring me. I moan as he moves to my clit, swirling his tongue, sucking.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, hands going to his head, fingers tunneling into his hair. “Yes.”
“Like that, sweetheart?”
I nod mutely, rocking my hips to meet the movements of his mouth. He pulls away just enough to slide one thick finger inside me.
“Fuck, Eleanor. You’re so perfectly tight.”
I blush at his words, turning to jelly as he adds a second finger and pumps in and out. I’m so wet I can hear it as he fucks me with his fingers.
“What a mess you’re making,” he admonishes, shaking his head. His mouth hooks into a filthy grin as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “I’ll have to lick this all up.”
Holy. Shit.
“Theo,” I rasp, heels digging into his back. “The way you talk to me…”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “My girl likes dirty talk, huh?”
Oh, shit. His girl. I can’t handle this.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Fuck, yes.”
He chuckles again, bringing his mouth back to me, finally ending the tease.
His fingers curl up inside me, tongue and lips working my clit like a pro.
A thought floats across my brain, that this is why you want an older man, because he knows what the hell he’s doing, then it fades as the pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
I grip his hair, hips grinding against his mouth, and he keeps his gaze fixed on my face to see how I melt for him, to check I’m getting there.
He devours me with such enthusiasm, his mouth making the most obscene noises as he works to bring me to my climax.
Somehow, he senses when I’m right there.
His fingers curl deep, mouth sucking hard, and I tip over the edge.
“Fuck, yes. Theo, yes,” I sob, shaking against his mouth, and his other hand comes to my lower back, holding me up as I become boneless with pleasure. Stars flash across my vision, but he doesn’t let up, not until I’m limp on his counter, breathing hard, still trembling.
He drags the back of his hand across his mouth as he rises to his feet, looking dazed and satisfied. How is that even possible when I’m the one who just came hard enough to almost black out?
Gathering me into his arms, he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply.
“I can taste myself on you,” I say, not minding it at all, and he grins.
“You taste fucking amazing, Nora.” Another long, slow, kiss. “Watching you come like that, feeling your wetness on my tongue… That was so hot, baby.”
I sigh, letting my head fall onto his shoulder.
His hands stroke up and down my back, so gently, making me sleepy.
With a final kiss to my temple, he fetches my panties off the floor and hands them to me.
I slide off the counter and shimmy into them, watching as he pulls an apple pie from the oven and plates it up.
I take the pie from him with a smile. It smells delicious, but given the choice, I’d rather have him for dessert. Especially after that.
We eat in companionable silence, leaning against the kitchen counter, side by side. It’s good, really good, and I grin as we eat. A man who can cook and make me come like that? He’s a keeper.
As we finish, I consider pulling him close to return the pleasure he just gave me, but he stifles a yawn.
I realize for the first time how exhausted he looks, and I pause.
It’s late. He’s got an early start tomorrow.
Admittedly, I was pretty gutted to learn his weekend was booked, but it’s probably just as well.
Given the chance, I’d spend all weekend in bed with him, when what I really need to do is confirm the donors and get the vendors finalized for the fundraiser.
He deposits our plates in the dishwasher with a sigh. “I’m sorry you can’t stay.”
“I understand. The conference is important.”
He walks me to his front door, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. He looks disappointed, and I love him for it.
I pause at the door and smooth my hands down his chest. “Tonight was amazing. Thank you so much.”
His mouth curves into a soft smile as he cups my cheek. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He dips his head to brush a kiss to my lips, then hands me my jacket. With one hand on the doorknob, he sighs. “This is going to be the longest weekend of my life.”
“Me too,” I murmur, stealing one last kiss before I slip out the door.