But I don't want responsible.
I want his hands on me. Want relief from this aching need that's been building since my dream, since before that if I'm honest with myself. Want everything I've been denying myself for years.
His hand cups my ass, squeezing gently, and I moan so loudly it echoes in the quiet room.
Then his fingers slide lower, between my legs, and we both groan when he discovers just how wet I am.
"Fuck, Reverie." His voice is strained, thick with want. "You're dripping. How long have you been like this?"
"Since the dream," I gasp out, pressing back into his touch, shameless in my need. "Since I woke up…cause of that dream…and well?—"
His hand moves from my ass to cup my pussy, his palm pressing against my clit while his fingers tease my entrance. The contact makes me cry out softly like I can barely get the sound out, my hips rocking forward seeking more pressure, more friction,more anything.
He claims my lips again, swallowing my desperate sounds, kissing me hard and deep while his hand works between my legs. When he finally breaks the kiss, we're both panting.
"Do you want a little help with this?" he murmurs against my mouth.
"Mhmm." It's all I can manage, my pussy fluttering desperately around nothing, clenching and releasing in anticipation. "Please. Please, Theo, I'm—I need?—"
"I know what you need, Sugarplum."
Then his fingers slide inside me and I actually see stars. Two thick digits pushing into my slick heat, filling me in a way that's perfect and not nearly enough all at once. My back arches, pressing my ass back against him, and I can feel his hard cock through his boxers, thick and ready.
But right now, this is about me.
About the relief I'm desperate for. About these fingers curling inside me, finding that spot that makes me gasp and clench around him.
"That's it," he murmurs, his mouth finding my neck again, kissing and sucking marks I'll definitely see tomorrow. "Let that pussy milk up what it wants. Let me feel you come apart."
His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right amount of pressure while his fingers work inside me. I'm making sounds I've never made before—breathy moans and desperate whimpers and his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
The pleasure builds fast, ruthless, a runaway train screaming toward the brittle edge of what I can take. My belly is tight as a drum, every muscle tense with anticipation, my mind flickering between lucid shock and delirium as Theo’s fingers work me with merciless precision.
I can feel the callouses on his knuckles, the strength and intent behind every slow curl, the way his body cages mine while my own hips squirm and buck in search of more, always more.
He doesn’t let up. If anything, he slows just enough to make me whimper, his fingers buried to the knuckle as his thumb strokes lazy, taunting circles around my clit.
It’s not enough. It’s too much.
I don’t know which.
My skin is burning, every nerve in my body raw and ringing, every sense flooded by the scent of his skin, the damp heat building between my thighs, the roughness of his breath as he mutters filth into my ear.
“Theo—” I choke out, voice ragged, “I’m—oh fuck, I’m?—”
His hand never falters.
He keeps working me, thumb grinding against my clit in perfect, cruel circles, fingers rhythmically fucking into me until I’m right at the edge, hovering over it, everything going white at the corners of my vision.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice pure Alpha authority. "Come on my fingers, Reverie. Show me how sweet you are."
His thumb presses harder, his fingers curl deeper, and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and my vision and every coherent thought. I clench around his fingers, my pussy fluttering and contracting, slick gushing over his hand as pleasure rolls through me in waves that seem to go on forever.
He works me through it, his fingers gentling but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I'm boneless and gasping and completely wrecked.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm shaking. My whole body trembles with aftershocks, my thighs clenched tight around his hand, my breath coming in short desperate pants.
