“I fuckingloveit,” he growls. “But I might lose my mind if I don’t get it off of you in the next few minutes.”
Without further prompting, I turn away from him and drape my hair over my shoulder. Theo picks up on the nonverbal cue, and his fingers come to the back of my neck to grasp my zipper. Slowly, he unzips me tortuously. His fingertips trail along my spine as the dress slowly opens across my back. Goosebumps erupt over my skin as he gently caresses me all the way down.
When it’s fully lowered, his hands come back up to my shoulders, and he sensuously pushes the straps of my long dress down my arms. The dress slips down my body and pools into a silky puddle at my feet. Theo grips my waist to steady me as I step out of it. I turn to face him as my fingers go to unclasp my strapless bra. That soon joins the dress, discarded on the floor.
Theo’s eyes turn molten as he takes in my bare body. “You are perfect,” he whispers, the deepness in his voice going straight to my core.
His hands cup my breasts, and he claims my mouth again. Distracted by his tongue doing wondrous things with mine, I barely notice him leading me through the room until the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress.
I break away as I fall flat against the bed. Theo stands over me, his eyes roving over every inch of my body, spread out for him.
His hand goes to the belt on his dress pants, and he unclasps it with one hand. The sight makes my core clench in anticipation. As he undoes the buttons on his shirt, I wiggle out of my panties and start to unclasp my high heels, but Theo stops me.
“Leave them,” he commands as his hand covers mine on one of my ankles. I nod and then fall back on the mattress again.
Theo walks toward me, his eyes wild as he takes me in, lying before him, ready to be ravaged.
“Look how pretty you are, baby,” he says as he spreads my legs to see me. His eyes heat as they trail over the seam of my thighs before traveling back up to my face. “You’re a mess.”
My cheeks heat, and I writhe against the bed. “Theo, please.”
“Please, what, babe? What do you need.”
“I need you.”
“Do you want me to play with that pretty pussy of yours?” he whispers as he leans down to press his lips to mine. “You want me to make you come again?”
I whimper as I nod fervently. My lower body bucks against his, desperate for friction, for any type of release.
“Okay, okay,” he soothes me. He kisses me one more time before trailing his lips down my body. With one hand on each of my knees, he spreads me wide open for him. In any other circumstance, I would be embarrassed to be so exposed, but I’m so turned on now; all I care about is Theo’s touch. “Poor girl,” he mutters as his finger trails between my legs and circles my clit. “You need to come so bad, don’t you?”
My inner muscles clench around nothing as he toys with my clit relentlessly. I grow wetter and wetter, making a mess of the bedding underneath me, but that doesn’t seem to faze Theo. Whenever I open my eyes and peek at him, his attention is rapt on the space between my legs. He’s propped up on one shoulder, playing me perfectly with his other hand.
I jolt when his lips suddenly enclose my pussy. His tongue traces the seam, from top to bottom, before dipping inside me and swirling.
“Oh,fuck,” I wail as he fucks me with his tongue.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you,” he says before diving right back into eating me.
I lose myself to the sensation, and before I fully know what’s happening, my body is tensing with a glorious release. He doesn’t let up as he licks and sucks at my sensitive clit. One of his thick fingers slides inside me and begins gentle thrusts, similar to how he worked me down in the ballroom. My muscles clench tightly around him, but he continues his onslaught.
“Come on, baby, give me one more,” he says, his lips above my clit. The vibration of his voice hits me and sends me close to the edge once more. His finger inside of me hooks toward my G-spot and works it rhythmically. “Come on, Whitney, come for me again.”
I let out a scream as stars explode behind my eyes. My body clenches around his fingers, and I feel tingles down to my toes. Theo works me through it, his movements with his fingers only slowing to a steady pace as I come down from my high.
Number 8: Attentive in the Bedroom
“Come here,” he says as he pulls his mouth away from my core, after kissing my clit one last time. My body trembles intermittently from the aftershocks of the orgasm. He has to help me, because my muscles don’t respond.
His strong arms snake under my pelvis, and he flips me onto my belly, grabbing my hip bones and raising them until I’m on my knees.
I know what’s coming, and my body aches for it.
Theo guides himself into me, and I moan the minute his cock pushes inside my body. He growls lowly as soon as he’sseated deep inside me. I am so deliciouslyfullof him in this position, and already I feel like I could come, though he hasn’t even started to move yet.
As if trying to get a handle on himself, Theo folds his body over my back until his lips are next to my ear. One of his hands wraps around my waist until his fingers find my clit again. He begins to strum it back and forth, and I moan into the pillows.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, Whitney,” he says. “Do you want that?”
