Chapter 31 Lexie #2
His hands tug at the rope belt, my body shakes, we’re frantic, breathless, rushed until the robe falls to my feet.
I kick it away, standing only in my white lace thong.
He steps back, his eyes trailing every single part of me, as the air hits my skin and I shudder.
“Christ…” he says, dragging his hand down his mouth. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
When my bare chest meets his, the heat of his skin and the soft dusting of his trimmed chest hair make my knees go weak.
His mouth never leaves me, moving with intent from my lips to my throat, lingering just long enough to make me ache.
Then he stops, his hand closing at the nape of my neck.
“What did you say to me at your office?”
I swallow, thrown by the question. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A slow, dangerous smile curves his mouth. “That’s disappointing.” He leans in, voice dropping. “Guess I’ll have to remind you.”
Before I can react, he turns me, guiding me forward until my palms rest on the table and I’m bent just enough to feel the shift in power. He sweeps my hair aside and says softly, “Looks like I can get you to bend for me after all.”
Oh shit.
His hands trails down my back, inch by agonizing inch, until they settle at my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “And now, here you are bending so beautifully for me.”
I want to protest, say something defiant, but he drops to his knees, and I’m rendered totally speechless.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he says, as he hooks his fingers at the band of my panties and drags them down, past my thighs, then my knees. He lifts one foot up and slips it off the ankle, then the other, then shoves them in his pocket.
Dirty, dirty boy.
“Mmmm…” he moans as he grips my hips and tilts up my ass.
He buries his nose into my pussy and takes a breath like I’m pure spring air after a long, excruciating winter.
“Fuck, I want to live in this cunt.” Facial hair prickles against my sensitive skin.
His fingertips glide against my glazed skin, back and forth, teasing the outside of my cunt, near my clit, along the crease of my thighs, and I swear to God, if he doesn’t put something on me or in me, I’m going to scream.
My legs tremble, my skin sensitive, my breaths heavy, and oh…
oh fuck, finally. He dips a finger inside me and my body melts.
He flutters his tongue from my clit to my cunt and back again, and my body quivers.
All I hear are moans and sighs as the pads of his fingers press into my clit, circling, spreading my moisture on me.
I feel like a goddess. Worshiped, cherished, desired. “Jesus Christ, you taste incredible.”
My heartbeat is thudding so fast I feel like I’m going to tip over.
I glance behind me. Theo on his knees, his head buried into my ass, his hazy eyes lost in a daze.
His mouth devours me, owns me, makes me feel beautiful.
Worthy. His tongue pushes inside me, his thumb and fingers work me, and oh…
fuck… it’s so good. I’m shamelessly soaked.
My body quivers and trembles as urgency builds in my core.
“Yes, yes, there, oh God, this feels so good.” I’m close, I’m so close…
his mouth keeps working me, possessive and angry, his tongue slides and circles with the most acute perfection, and yes…
right fucking there… I reach behind me and pull his head deeper into me as an orgasm tears through my body.
He coaxes it from me, sucking my clit and pressing his fingertip into that glorious sensitive spot.
I sink into the desk, shaking, breathless.
He grips my hips and steadies me, until my quivers stop.
Once the aftershocks wear off, Theo lifts himself.
When I turn to face him, his eyes are closed and he’s sucking my orgasm from his fingers.
When he blinks open, the look of raw, unfiltered longing in his eyes makes my pulse spike.
I swear to God this man could ask me to do anything, and I’d say yes.
He lifts me up, cradling my naked ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him, tasting myself, tasting him, breathing in his air.
He walks me over to my bed, and with how ravenous, hungry, possessive he was just a moment ago, he now lays me down gently.
He climbs on top, one leg between mine, and drags his lips across my neck.
Is this actually happening? Is the very man I once loathed really sliding his hand down my body, firm yet gentle, owning, yet exploring? This touch, this moment, is surreal. I feel like I’m going to blink, and he’ll be gone.
I climb on top, straddling him, and rock my naked pussy into his gloriously hard cock under his sweatpants.
Urgency builds again in my core. I grind into him, rushed, hungry, desperate. So fucking desperate. “I’m tested and clean,” I say breathlessly between kisses.
“Me too,” he says as he dips his head and licks a nipple.
My head flings back and I dig my nails into his neck. “I’m on the pill.”
“Good,” he says among the beautifully dirty slurping sounds.
I need him. Right now. All of him. I’ve needed him this whole time, since I met him seven years ago, since I reunited with him. Everything I’ve held back these last few months has peaked, and my body screams to be filled. I grab his jaw and force his head up.
“Are you gonna fuck me yet?”