He does, dropping down to me, pressing his body against mine. His hard length presses against my clit and I let out a breathy moan. I bite his lower lip softly, just enough to elicit another groan. He grabs my hands, pressing them to the bed on either side of my head, taking control.
Then he kisses me, demanding everything I have to give. He moves from my lips to my neck, nipping at my ear, making me squirm. Goosebumps prickle down my neck, down my arm. It’s ticklish, but in the best way.
His mouth comes to my breast, and he flattens his tongue, licking over my nipple slowly. My breasts grow heavy and full, my arousal heightened and every nerve in my body on fire. He takes my breast into his mouth, sucking on it gently as one of his hands releases mine and snakes between my legs.
He finds my clit almost instantly, his practiced hands knowing exactly how to touch me, how to make me moan. I arch into him, greedy for more.
“I want you inside of me,” my voice comes out low and needy. I’m willing to beg.
His eyes fly up to mine, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I nod, emphatically.
He rolls away for just a moment, retrieving a condom from his bedside table and rolling it on in a quick, fluid motion. The sight of it puts a smile on my face. Cole hated condoms and fought with me over having to use them many times.
He moves up above me, kissing me again, more desperately this time. I feel every emotion in this kiss. Our fear, our adoration and love for one another, ourneedfor each other. It’s all there, in every press of our lips, every spot where our bodies meet.
His hand moves from my clit to my entrance, swirling in the wetness there. He teases me, pushing in one finger just enough to make me moan for more. I push against his hand, willing him to give it to me.
He replaces his hand with the head of his cock as he runs it along my pussy, pressing in just the tiniest bit before rubbing back up against my clit. It’s fucking killing me.
“Theo, please,” I beg. “I need you.”
He groans, his head arching back, his whole body coiled with tension. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’d do anything to see this man shatter to pieces for me.
I arch up against him again, and finally,fucking finally, he gives me what I want. What I’ve been dreaming about for months. The head of his cock pushes into me, slowly, but confidently. He pauses to let me adjust.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice tentative.
“Yes, Theo! Please stop asking and just make love to me.”
He chuckles at my outburst, and then obliges me, pushing in to the hilt. I gasp, the sheer size of him stretching me to my limits. It’s overwhelming, the pleasure, in the best fucking way. My walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.
When he sees I’m okay, he begins to move. His hands find my hips, holding me to him as he rocks against me. I moan out in pleasure, my body already tensing, my orgasm building inside of me. He goes slow at first, taking his time with me. His gaze on my face, taking in every bit of the ecstasy playing across my features.
“Yes, yes,” I moan. “More.”
His grip tightens on my hips as he speeds up his pace, harder and faster and fuckingperfect. The sound of our skin colliding with each thrust erotic in a way I’ve never realized it could be. His eyes close as he focuses on the feeling of us together.
My core tightens, coiling with each thrust, my orgasm building, building, building. I lose myself in the pleasure, the almost pain of being stretched to the max. He moves with a practiced rhythm, hitting all the right spots to make me moan his name.
“Sophie, look at me,” he commands, his voice more like a growl. “Come for me, Trouble.”
Fuck, I do. His words push me over the edge, into oblivion. I tumble into the darkness of my mind, euphoric waves crashing through me, every inch of my skin on fire as my body tenses and explodes around him.
He doesn’t let up, riding me through my orgasm as he wrings every bit of pleasure from me. Almost as soon as it ends, I can feel another building up inside of me again. This man is going to be the death of me, but what a sweet end that would be.
Suddenly, he’s gripping my thighs and rolling us, placing me firmly on top of him. Self-consciousness tries to creep in, but I do my best not to let it. Despite my efforts, he sees the hesitation on my face.
“You are incredible, Sophie,” he breathes out.
That’s all the reassurance I need. I rock my hips againsthim, slowly at first, finding my groove. His hands find my hips, helping to guide me against him, keeping rhythm with my movements. One of his thumbs finds my clit, and he presses down against it, the friction of it delicious.
“Theo!” I cry out, unable to help myself.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.”
My head falls back, eyes closing as I gain confidence, letting my mind go blank as I surrender to the here and now.
