I pulled away and watched him roll over. But where I expected him to lie down and wait for him, he sat up, grabbed my face and buried his tongue in my mouth, thrusting with a heated urgency, groaning and completely consuming me as I met him kiss for kiss. Even when our teeth bashed together and our lips bruised, I just took it, shared the taste of him on my tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Vi, you blow me away,” he said against my lips, still holding my head tight, not letting me get away. He shifted us, flipping our bodies so I was on my back, on the bed, him hovering over me.
His lips moved to my neck, sucking wet kisses down from my ear and across my collarbone, making shivers rocket over my whole body.
“Use the belt,” I said, my voice barely audible over my gasping breathing. I would never get over how it was to be worshipped by him. My other half, my shelter and safety. “I need you to use it.”
“Okay,” he said against my breast, his tongue dipping out to lick my nipple before he leaned over and grabbed it. “But my way.”
“What’s your way?” I asked, eyes flashing.
“Just trust me,” he said, and I did. So implicitly. So when he yanked me up the bed and tied my hands to the headboard with the belt, I didn’t even flinch; I just watched him.
To be trapped, restrained by someone, anyone, I thought it would give me flashbacks, make me freeze up and panic. But Theo looked down at me, his eyes warm and his touch gentle as he tightened the belt until it just pinched, and all the bad washed away, only raging lust between my legs and a desperate need for my brother to slide his cock into my body remained.
“Now you can’t stop me from doing anything to you,” he said, then paused and frowned. “Say sausages if you want it to end.”
“Sausages?” I blurted, laughing.
He nodded. “Sausages.” He grinned, then dipped back down to my nipple, sucking the entire thing between his lips and nibbling down. Lust zapped through me.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” he said, swirling his tongue. “Make sure each tiny little bit of your gorgeous body understands how beautiful it is, how perfect and loved.” He flattened his tongue and licked around my whole breast, chasing it down to where it settled into my armpit, before running it along the bottom and to my cleavage.
I could only take it, sink into the sensations he was lavishing me with, a man’s touch meant for love, not pain and despair. Making me cherished, not despised.
So I let myself fly, lost, like before, in the way he touched me. He kissed, licked and nibbled across my entire torso, his tongue roamed down my arms, where he kissed and sucked each of my fingers. Then he moved back up, making me giggle and squirm when he blew on my armpits, causing little bumps across my skin as I shivered and tried to get away.
He laughed too, letting my legs fly and flail as he did it over and over while I giggled and begged him to stop with a happy shriek.
Then he was everywhere again. His hands on my waist, stroking across my ribs and over my soft stomach, digging in a little to prod at my hip bones. All while he kissed my mouth, my nose, my eyelids, my cheeks, everything. Everywhere.
I was overwhelmed with him, consumed in the best possible way.
He moved lower again, bypassing my pussy, where I craved him, and worked his way from the tips of my toes, up my shins and my knees, before laying gentle, tickling kisses along my thighs. They were sensitive, scarred and ravaged, but he only loved on them, taking all the time he wanted, never rushing over a section of my body.
I moaned his name over and over, and at last, when it seemed like he’d devoured me all over, he kissed my clit. I cried out, my entire body spasming at the over sensation of it all. I could only whimper and cry as he lavished my pussy with overwhelming attention, his pointed tongue running through my labia, dipping into my hole, before roaming lower, stroking at that strip of skin between my pussy and my ass.
“You kissed me here,” he said darkly, darting his tongue out to lick my asshole. “You liked it?”
“I think you did,” I sighed, my voice breathy and high.
“Mm, definitely something to explore when I’m done with you,” he said, pressing his tongue in a little further. “But then I don’t know if that day will ever come…”
“Theo!” I cried out when he began playing wit my asshole with his tongue, his fingers swirling over my clit, heating my skin everywhere, focusing every sensation, every breath and shiver, right where he touched me. My legs shook as he devoured me, as his fingers rubbed so perfectly.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he moaned, the vibrations of his words tipping me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me like nothing ever had. My body spasmed and jerked, finally, finally exploding in blazing euphoria.
Theo carried me through every ebb and flow. I could feel him grinning against my skin, resting his head on my thigh as I at last became too overwhelmed and tried to squirm away from him. He chuckled, kissed my sensitive clit again, and moved up my body until he was straddling my chest.
“Open your mouth for me,” he demanded, and my lips fell open without a thought in my brain. He looked incredible above me, looking down, his cock in his hands, the tip close to my waiting tongue.
He rested the salty, pre-cum coated head on my tongue and jerked himself off, groaning, throwing his head forward and yelling out as he came hard just a few moments later, cum spurting onto my tastebuds, coating my lips and dripping onto my chin. Theo looked breathtaking up there, curled over, cock in hand, muscles strained and slick with sweat, face all scrunched up in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice tense. “Fuck.”
He leaned down with a harsh rush and kissed me, his tongue running down my chin to push his come back into my mouth. We kissed, swapping the fluid back and forth until it was all swallowed. He tasted like both of us, and I loved it. Loved him. Loved this. But I was a mess, needed more.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his chest heaving as he watched me unfurrow my brow.
