I feel his fingers at the back of my head, and then the blindfold is falling away. I blink my eyes into focus, raising my eyes up his incredible body until they collide with the intense blue of his own.
“Goddamn,” he groans, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling before dropping his chin and piercing me with his stare again. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Chapter Eighteen
Theo
Those are not the three words I want to say to her right now.
But I know that telling a woman that I love her while my cock is buried in her mouth isn’t the most romantic way to say it for the first time. So I grit my teeth and let my eyes say it for me, knowing she won’t know what I’m trying to say. Not entirely, anyway. Though I think she’s starting to understand.
“Is that pussy wet for me?” I ask, my chest heaving. God, I want to come so bad, spill down her throat, watch her take all of it and then kiss the shit out of her and taste myself there. Noelle stares up at me with those heavy lidded, lust-filled jade eyes, and nods, humming around the length of me still buried between her lips. She looks so fucking pretty all tied up and bound, just taking everything that I’m giving to her. She’s going to look so good coming for me. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue, Angel?”
She hums again, nodding. I groan, the vibrations at the back of her throat almost sending me over the edge. Fuck, this is heaven. This moment with this woman. I never thought we’d be here. Not really. Goddamn, I’m glad we are though.
I pop my dick out of her mouth, then trail the swollen head over her lips while she pants for breath. “You did so good, Noe. Are you ready to come on my tongue?”
“Jesus, Theo,” she breathes, staring up at me with those wide eyes, before dropping her gaze to my cock, still gripped in one hand while I pump it slowly. Her mouth drops open again, then her teeth bite down on her lower lip. Fuck. I want to give her everything. Forever. This woman has the ability to wreck me completely, and I have no interest in stopping it from happening. “I want to come on your cock.”
I chuckle at that. “Oh, you will be,” I rasp. “Multiple times, Noelle. I told you, you won’t remember your own name by the time I’m done with you.”
“You’re so unbelievably cocky,” she scoffs, raising her eyes back to mine tauntingly. My brows lower and I narrow my eyes at her. Fucking brat just doesn’t know when to stop. Just another one of the things that I love about her. She keeps me on my toes.
“You really like being tied up, don’t you?” I ask, leaning down to collar her throat with my hand again, notching her chin up and toward me. I lean in until our mouths are barely brushing against each other, so that when I speak my lips move against hers. “Keep bratting, Noelle. I can do this all fucking night.”
She moans, the sound vibrating against my palm where it’s pressed against her throat. Fuck I like that.
Placing my hands beneath her armpits, I lift her to her feet. She groans, stretching her knees out. I grin, tilting her face up to mine again. “It’s really too bad this cord isn’t longer. I really would like to keep you tied up while I make you come with my tongue.”
But I unwind the string of lights from around her body, her legs, her arms. I kiss my way along each indent that the plastic cord made across her skin, then drop the lights in a heap by the wall. Her hands are on me the instant she’s free, fingers slidingup through my hair as I stand, taking her mouth with mine once more. I lift her easily, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I stride toward the bedroom. I can’t wait any longer to have her.
I drop her onto the bed, still rumpled from where she’d probably scrambled out of it this morning, late for work. She laughs as she lands, bouncing slightly, but the laugh dies when I lower myself to my knees by the side of the bed, dragging her toward the edge. Spanning my hands wide across the inside of her thighs, I lean in, trailing my nose and lips across the red scrap of lace that’s covering what I can’t wait to discover. Her hands are in my hair, holding me tight.
“Theo,” she whimpers, and I can’t get enough of the way my name sounds on her lips like this.
I grip the band of her panties in both hands and pull them down. She raises her hips enough to allow me to get them out from beneath her ass, and then I’m dragging the scrap of material down her thighs, tossing them aside. I leave the garter belt at her waist and the bra covering her tits, for now, at least. I’ll get to those later.
Right now, fuck. This pretty pink pussy is waiting for me. “So pretty and soaked for me, Angel,” I rasp, sliding my fingers along the wetness that glistens between those folds. Leaning forward, I lap my tongue against the bud of her clit and she jerks as a gasp erupts out of her.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I spread her wide and drape her legs over my shoulders, then I feast. Fuck, she’s delicious.
Long strokes of my tongue into her pussy, quick flicks against her clit that have her thighs spasming against my shoulders. I close my lips around her clit and suck as I flick it with my tongue and she trembles wildly, her hands frantic in my hair. Her cries are pure music to my ears, that husky, needy moan mixed with the higher pitched ones that have my cock leaking at the tip.
“Theo, Theo—” she calls, her hands flattening against the sides of my head. I’m watching her from between her thighs, my gaze pinned to her face as she tosses her dark head back and forth against the bed. I hum against her clit. She’s close, I can feel it. “Yes, right there, right there—”
Her stomach muscles contract and her back bows off the bed entirely, and then she’s coming. I drink her in, savoring every pulse of her clit and pussy against my tongue, every gasping cry that escapes her lips. And it’s my name that she calls as she comes. My name. Like it should have always been.
Releasing one thigh, I drop my arm so that I can slide two fingers deep inside. She’s still pulsing, little aftershocks, and I flick my fingers against that little spot inside. I lift my head as she sobs. “That’s it, Noe. Keep coming, baby. Soak my face.”
And then I return to her, clamping my lips and teeth around her clit again. Her entire body goes stiff as she comes again, harder this time, and I grunt against her clit, my teeth still nipping lightly as she spasms around my fingers that are pressed deep. “Theo, Theo, Theo!”
Once I’m satisfied that she’s sated, at least for a moment, I rise, shoving my boxers the rest of the way down my legs until I can kick them away.
“How attached are you to this garter and bra?” I growl. She pants, her head thrashing against the bed as she continues to come down from her high.
“Huh?” she asks, her mouth open with each panting breath she sucks in.
“I need them off, now. How attached are you to this set?” I ask again, reaching for the scrap of lace at her waist.
