When he pushed a well-lubed finger inside my ass, I cried out, muffling myself with a pillow, my whole face shoved into the fabric.
“Good girl,” Theo told me as he worked his finger in and out. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel how tight you are around my cock. You’re so beautiful, Vi. So fucking beautiful.”
“I love you,” I said, needing him to hear those words, because with every touch he continued to bring me back to life and I needed him to know that. “I love you so much.”
He kissed the base of my spine. “I love you too,” he whispered. “You’re my entire bloody world, Vi.”
Then he pressed in another finger, squirting an obscene amount of lube over me to make it a smooth slide. It didn’t matter; we were already complete messes from all the food. If anything, this might loosen some of the dried on fruit and juices coating me. We needed yet another shower, and I was looking forward to every second Theo spent worshipping me under the spray of water.
He stretched me, scissoring his fingers while my toes curled and electricity shot up my spine. It hurt, of course, but that pain was purposeful, giving way to lust the more I relaxed, the more my body welcomed him in. I was so prone, so at his mercy, but it was nothing but bliss, love.
He kept peppering kisses over me as he finger-fucked me, roaming his other hand down to my pussy to rub my clit, gentle little circles that had me begging for more, pushing back into him.
A third finger pushed in, and when he could slide all three in and out with ease, when I was so full with him I thought I might suffocate, he withdrew, and a moment later, I felt the head of his cock there, resting, waiting.
“Please, Theo,” I begged. “Please. I need you.”
“Just say yes,” he murmured. “Say yes, tell me how much you want this.”
“Please, Theo,” I cried. “Yes, yes yes.”
Stroking my skin anywhere he could, he pushed in, overwhelming my entire body as he stretched me beyond what I thought was possible there. I enjoyed every millimeter of him as he tunneled his way in, as we both groaned and gasped. I clenched without meaning to, and he swore while I moaned. Bloody hell, it was like he’d taken over my whole being.
Then his hips hit my ass cheeks, his balls my thighs, and he was fully seated. “Wow,” he said. “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not going to go easy on you now.”
“Please don’t.”
I needed it hard, rough, fast. Now that we’d broken through my body, I needed it all. And he gave it to me, withdrawing almost the entire way before slamming back in. I bit the pillow to stop from crying out as he did that over and over and over until I was a sweaty, delirious mess, my entire being focused on where we connected.
I could hear him panting above me, working himself into a frenzy as he took what he wanted from my body. Wherever we touched was either slick with lube and sweat or sticky with fruit juice, and it only heightened things. We were losing ourselves. I knew I was making too much noise, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
“Vi, shh, baby,” he said between pumps of his hips. But it was impossible, I cried out again when he hit a deep spot inside me, my fingers curling into the sheets.
Theo flipped me then, not pulling out as he twisted us so he was on his back and my legs settled on either side of his, riding him. I could see his face now, flushed pink, his brow drawn together, his lips parted, soft.
“Maybe if you can control it, you won’t yell,” he said with a smirk, his eyes roaming down my body. No matter how many times he saw me, he never looked bored. He studied every scar and dent, every curve and soft spot, like he’d die without it. Even as damaged as I was, he wanted me. I believed that.
So I nodded and rode him, lifting myself up and down to let his cock drag along my inner walls. He was right; the slower pace, my control, made it easier. There were no surprises as I fucked him, just bliss in sensation, in having him burrowed into me, connected and together.
I scooped up some of the crushed fruit from the sheets and rubbed it over myself, massaged it into my skin, holding both my heavy breasts as they bounced, aching with pleasure. Then Theo’s mouth was on me again. He sat up, repositioning us a little, and sucked on my nipples. The way his tongue felt swirling over them as I ground my hips was euphoric. The shift of his cock, buried deep in my body, made me whine and gasp.
And when he licked his fingers clean, then slid them down to my pussy, that euphoria shifted, and an orgasm rippled through me, racing up my body, my spine, a surprise. So powerful my mind went blank. I shook and shuddered, still trying to chase sensation. Theo’s cock in my ass, his fingers massaging my clit, his tongue on my nipple, skin to skin, body to body, I covered my mouth with my fist and cried out.
He followed me over, yelling into my skin, mouthing and sucking my chest as his cock pulsed and filled me. We stayed like that as his cock softened inside me and our heart rates slowed, neither of us willing to separate.
We were sticking together to the point it was uncomfortable, skin stretching and tugging, ridiculous. But I didn’t want this to end.
I never wanted to be away from him again.
Some time later, after we’d untangled from each other, had yet another shower and attempted to change the sheets, Theo arrived back to the room with two cups of tea and a packet of cookies I didn’t recognize between his teeth.
“You really do utilize your whole body for transport, huh?” I asked, laughing when he winked and handed me one of the teas.
“Gotta make the most of it,” he said, settling onto the mattress next to me. “And fuck making two trips.”
We’d stripped the bed and covered the mattress with towels. The duvet was mostly salvageable, and the pillows only needed flipping. We’d have some trouble explaining the mess in the morning, though. But that wasn’t an issue for now.
Now, we had tea.
