I want him. Fuck, I wantthis. But what if he looks at me differently once he sees all of me in the harsh light of day? What if he notices the flaws I try so hard to hide?
He senses my hesitation, pausing instantly. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. I’m sorry, I’m moving too fast. I’ll let you shower?—”
He moves to leave the room, but I grab his bicep, stopping him in his tracks.
“No, I uh…” I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper. Wanting to tell him the truth, but feeling scared to admit it at the same time. “I’m just nervous. I’m scared you won’t like what you see. That I won’t be enough.”
He cups my face with both hands, tilting my head back. His eyes burn into mine.
“Sophie,” he says, voice low but sure. “You are so goddamnbeautiful it hurts. Every inch of you. Every flaw you think you have, I love and adore.”
My throat tightens, tears burning the backs of my eyes. Damn him and his perfect words. They settle into the deepest parts of me, softening my insides. He didn’t say he loved me, but it felt like it. And I read into it. Of course I do.
I nod, fingers slipping to the hem of my shirt. His shirt. I lift it slowly, fighting the urge to drop it back down, hesitating only for a moment before pulling it over my head. Theo stands still, letting me set the pace. His eyes stay on my face, not letting them wander. And I love him for that.
When the shirt hits the floor, he follows suit, stripping bare. He stands there in all his glory. Beautiful. His strong legs are corded with muscle, his torso toned but not overly so. And when I glance down…
Oh my god.
My eyes widen at the sight of his cock. Thick and long, veins pulsing in its already hardened state. A million thoughts race through my mind. How is that supposed to fit? What if I mess this up? What if I’m too inexperienced and he realizes this is a mistake?
He reaches out slowly, taking my hand in his, and turns to crank up the water. I step in first, the spray hot and comforting as it cascades down my back. He follows me in, wrapping his arms around me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He grabs a bottle of shampoo from the ledge and pours it into his hands, working it into a lather. And then his hands move to my head and I inhale sharply as he works the soap into my hair, his touch gentle and sensual. Such an intimate act, and yet he does it effortlessly. I’m not used to being touched like this. With such care and intention. It’s overwhelming, in the best way.
When he’s done, having rinsed my hair with careful precision, he grabs a bar of soap and begins to wash me. His handsglide over every curve, down my arms, over my breasts… lingering there just a moment longer than necessary. My breath catches in my throat, his touch sending electricity through my body. My nipples harden, and I can see how it affects him, his breathing growing heavier by the second.
He trails lower, his hands mapping every inch of my body, my hips, my thighs… when he drops to his knees, I nearly crumble before him. The look in his eyes is one of worship.
“You’re fucking perfect, Sophie.”
And I die, right there. I’m done for.
His hands find purchase on my hips, gripping them firmly. He pulls me forward, his lips feathering lightly over my stomach, my thighs, everywhere within reach. And then he’s there, tongue on my clit, and I gasp, my body arching into him.
His grip tightens as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, anchoring me against the wall for support. And then he fucking devours me, like a starved animal finally getting a meal.
Every flick of his tongue sends a moan vibrating through me. He’s relentless and has me unravelling more every second. When I come, it’s with a sob, his name on my lips. My whole body shaking with waves of pleasure.
He stands, wrapping me in his strong arms again. I hold onto him, still riding out the euphoria. His cock, hard and pulsing, presses against my stomach, and I can’t help it. I move against him, slowly. Teasing him. He groans. The sound enticing me to do more. I want to make him come.
I push him back with one hand, the other finding his cock. I lightly skim my fingertips over it, enjoying the shiver it sends through his body. I trace the veins that run down his length, licking my lips in anticipation.
I drop to my knees before him, not letting the nerves creep in. I’ve done this before, but with him… it’s different. He has so much experience, and I want to impress him.Pleasehim. What if I mess this up?
“You don’t have to, Trouble…” he says, his voice gravelly.
“I want to,” I whisper. And I mean it.
Tipping my head back, I flatten my tongue, placing his hard cock against it. I lick up slowly, from base to tip, relishing in the groan that slips from his lips.
“Soph… Fuck.”
His words spur me on, infusing me with confidence. I love the taste of him. I take him fully into my mouth, into my throat. I work him with my tongue, using my hand where my lips can’t reach, and his whole body trembles with pleasure.
He holds back until he can’t any longer, his fingers threading through my hair, guiding me but never forcing. Never pushing me past what I can handle. When he finally comes, my name is a broken curse from his lips, and I almost come again at the sound of it.
I feel like a goddess. On my knees before him, but completely in control.
