“You'll have to wait for that, sweetheart.” A slow, amused grin lifted his lips, and she realized she had said it out loud. He clamped down on her hips and turned her body to let her feet hang over the side of the tub. He was between her thighs now. She drew him closer with her wet legs wrapped around his hips.
He bent his head and kissed her, a lingering stroke of tongue and lips that teased what was to come. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently, trying to take control, but Theo unwrapped her arms and stepped back. "No, not yet," he said, low and commanding, giving her a hard look. "I want to taste you first."
He settled two hands on her thighs and bent his knees, eye level with her pussy. She wasn’t a shy person by any means, but she suddenly felt exposed there in the openness of the backyard. She drew her legs together. Two large, warm hands on her thighs stopped her, spreading her legs farther apart with his shoulders.
She braced herself on her arms on the edge of the tub and tilted her head back, moving her hips involuntarily upward, seeking his mouth. "Do you need directions?" she teased.
“You can tell me the answer to that when I’m done,” hemurmured, and then she felt his mouth, hot and wet, sucking kisses all around the soft, bare skin of her lips—everywhere but where she needed it most.
“Give me your mouth,” she begged, running her fingers through his hair, messing it up, and gripping harder. She felt, more than heard, his dark laugh against her damp skin.
He yanked her closer to the edge of the tub, slid his arms underneath her thighs and wrapped around her legs, using two hands to hold her open. "You have to learn patience," he said with a swipe of his tongue on the side of her clit. She gasped and jerked her hips forward. So close.
A soft stroke on the other side, teasing, teasing. He dipped his tongue lower, dangerously, thrillingly, lower before his tongue dipped inside of her, fire-hot, leaving her aching. Shewasimpatient. She wanted to come. She wanted to feel him buried within her, but his implacable hands held her still for the onslaught of his mouth and teeth and tongue.
She edged closer to the tub until her tiptoes touched the ground to gain leverage against his mouth and press her wet, aching pussy where she needed the friction. He licked and nipped her lips, and she whimpered again, shocked that he had elicited such a weak sound from her. Only then was she rewarded with his tongue exactly where she wanted it.
"Oh, yes, there, right there,” she whispered. Theo seemed to read her body better than even she did. He teased her with strokes and flicks and circles, finding out what made her gasp, what made her clench and moan. She would've said she liked it all if she could've taken a breath. Her first orgasm took her by surprise; in less than sixty seconds, she was curled around him, thighs quivering, arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close while she gasped out a shuddering orgasm.
Theo stroked her hips and thighs, rubbed his face against her inner thighs, letting her catch her breath. When she wasn'tseeing stars, she sat back and reached down for his belt. Theo stood up, the bulge in his suit trousers straining the fabric. Her mouth watered.
Just as she slid the belt through the loop, Theo picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her over to one of the chaise lounges and laid her damp body back on it. She stretched her arms above her head and her legs out, toes pointed, at once relaxed from the intense orgasm and ready to play again.
"Your turn," she said, hooking a hand in his belt loop to tug him closer. Her fingers brushed against the short, coarse hair on his stomach that led like an arrow down into the band of his underwear. Theo’s stomach muscles clenched in resistance. Instead, he placed a large hand in the middle of her chest and gently pressed her back, settling between her legs at the end of the chaise. The way he handled her, so firm and proprietary, was a surprise. A delicious one.
“Not yet. Fuck,” he murmured, gripping her thighs and looking her over. “You’re beautiful.”
She leaned up to kiss him, deep and wet, tasting herself on him. She took her time, licking delicately and thoroughly. “I want to see you, too,” she said when she pulled away.
His hands on her thighs gripped her legs tighter, drawing them farther apart. “Later,” she thought she heard him say, but he was already pressing hot, sucking kisses on her clit. Then a nip that had her arching her back and pushing herself into his dirty, delightful mouth.
“What—” she gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Can you give me another one?" he asked between hot kisses.
"Of course I can." She was still floating from the first one, but if he insisted...
He was more ruthless this time, having watched exactlywhat made her pant and cry out. This time, he added two fingers, slowly pushing into her and twisting while he sucked her clit. She was so wet she could hear the sounds of her arousal. It didn’t matter.
She was lost to the sensations he effortlessly created within her. She tried to keep her eyes open to watch what he was doing, but the sight of his dark head bent over her, his beautiful hands and mouth and tongue giving her such exquisite pleasure was too much.
She closed her eyes and came again, this one ripped from a place deep inside that left her panting and shaken. She floated back down to earth to the feel of Theo’s hands on her breasts, idly stroking her nipples and the sensitive undersides before sliding lower.
Again, his fingers stroked her expertly, lightly rubbing either side of her clit when she flinched at the sensation on her swollen, tender flesh.
“Give me one more,” he whispered against the fragile skin between her hips. He looked up and she shivered at what she saw. His beautiful hair was mussed from her fingers and a flush of color on his cheekbones along with his eyes, hungry and watchful on her.
It was as if he was purposefully unraveling her layers, physically and emotionally, and leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Maybe that was his intention all along. If so, he had succeeded. She had no shred of pretense left, and for once it didn’t matter.
"I can’t,” she said shakily. "I can't take anymore." Her body still quivered from coming so hard.
His lips pulled the tight, red bud of her clit into his mouth and sucked gently. “Oh...oh,” she sighed. “If you insist.”
He was gentle and slow this time, which was good because she was sensitive and tender to the touch, but a slave to that feeling that he coaxed out of her. He used his mouth and histongue and fingers and licked her straight into a third orgasm that left her unable to form words as waves of pleasure rocked her.
When she opened her eyes, Theo was grinning down at her, dimples on full display. “Nothing to say out of that mouth of yours now, Red Hot?”
“I’m going to show you exactly what I can do with this mouth,” she said. “Later. When I can feel my legs again.”
