I release his thumb with a wet pop and grin up at him. “What a way to go.”
He laughs, this low broken sound, and then his touch turns tender. He strokes my hair back from my face, his thumb tracing over my tear-stained cheek, wiping away the mascara tracks tenderly.
I lean forward and press soft kisses to his cock, still half-hard and twitching under my mouth. I lap at him gently, running my tongue along the underside, cleaning every inch of him because I genuinely can’t get enough. He tastes so good. Better than anyone I’ve ever been with. I swirl my tongue overthe sensitive head just to feel him shudder, suck gently on the tip just to hear him hiss through his teeth.
“Emma.” His voice is wrecked, strained. “Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t—it’s too much?—“
I give him one last slow lick from base to tip, savoring it, and finally pull back. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at him. He’s staring down at me like I’ve completely destroyed him. Like he’s never going to recover from what I just did. Like no one has ever taken him apart like that before.
Good. I did that. I brought this man to his fucking knees.
“Get up here,” he says, and it’s not a request. It’s a command. Low and rough and brooking no argument.
And just like that, the power shifts back to him.
The authority in his voice sends a shiver racing down my spine and settling between my legs. He reaches down and pulls me up off my knees, and before I can catch my breath his mouth is on mine. He kisses me, deep and filthy, licking into my mouth like he doesn’t care that he can taste himself on my tongue. It makes me dizzy, how much that turns me on.
Then his hands are on my hips and he’s flipping me onto my back and I go willingly. Eagerly. Because as much as I love having him at my mercy, I love this even more. The solid weight of him pinning me down. The way he handles me like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Like he’s going to take me apart piece by piece.
The look in his eyes tells me he’s nowhere near done.
“My turn,” he says, low and dark, and starts kissing his way down my body.
His mouth drags over my collarbone, my sternum, the curve of my breast. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard enough that I cry out, back arching off the bed, fingers scrambling for purchase in his hair. He does it again on the other side, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, completely unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.
“Theo, please?—“
He just smiles against my skin, slow and satisfied, like my begging is exactly what he wanted to hear.
CHAPTER 13
Theo
She’s spread out beneath me on her rumpled sheets like a fucking offering, and I have to take a moment just to look at her. To burn this image into my brain so I never forget it.
Her hair is tangled across the pillow like fire, and her chest is heaving, those perfect tits rising and falling with every ragged breath. The lamp on her bedside table casts everything in warm gold, turning her into something almost ethereal, and I can see every detail of her. Every freckle scattered across her collarbone like constellations.
I just came so hard I nearly blacked out, and somehow I’m already getting hard again looking at her. I’m thirty-four years old, not twenty, but my body doesn’t seem to care. All I can think about is how many different ways I’m going to make her cum before the sun comes up.
I press my mouth to her hip bone and drag my tongue along the crease of her thigh, so close to where she wants me that I can smell her arousal, feel the heat radiating off her skin. She whimpers and her hips lift toward my face, seeking something I’m not ready to give her yet. I press her back down with onehand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place while I take my time kissing along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“You’re killing me,” she breathes, and her fingers find my hair, tugging hard enough that I feel the sting all the way down my spine. “I swear, Theo, if you don’t?—“
“You’llwhat?” I bite down gently on the crease of her thigh and she gasps, her whole body jerking beneath my hand. I soothe the spot with my tongue and look up, taking in the sight of her propped up on her elbows, watching me with green eyes and flushed cheeks and swollen lips from kissing me. “Tell me what you’ll do.”
She opens her mouth but only a moan comes out as I spread her open with my thumbs and just look at her for a long moment, drinking in the sight. Pink and swollen and so wet she’s glistening in the lamplight, clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill her.
My cock throbs painfully and I have to take a slow breath through my nose to steady myself. I’ve imagined this so many times, pictured what she’d look like spread open for me, but the reality is so much better than anything my mind conjured.
“Look at you,” I tell her, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “So wet and swollen. All for me.” I drag my thumb through her folds, barely touching, and watch her shudder. “I’m going to take my time with this pretty pussy. I’m going to lick you until you’re crying and begging and coming so hard you forget where you are.”
The sound she makes is somewhere between a moan and a sob, and her head falls back against the pillow. I take that as permission.
I lean in and lick through her folds slowly, one long drag of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and the taste of her floods my mouth and short-circuits something in my brain. Fuck. She’s sweet and musky and perfect, better than anything I imagined, and I groan against her like I’m the one being taken apart. I do it again, slower this time, savoring every inch of her.
“Oh, Theo.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Oh fuck, your mouth, that feels so—your tongue is so—I can’t?—“
I seal my lips around her clit and lick in slow, firm circles, and the rest of her sentence dissolves into a broken cry. I could live between her thighs. I could spend hours here, days, learning every spot that makes her gasp, every rhythm that makes her shake. She’s soaking wet, dripping onto my chin, onto the sheets, and knowing that I did this to her, that she’s this desperate because of me, makes something possessive and primal roar to life in my chest.
