He switches to the other breast, giving it the same devastating attention. Licking. Sucking. Biting just hard enough to make me gasp. His hands are at my jeans now, working the button, sliding down the zipper.
“Lift up,” he murmurs against my skin.
I do, and he strips my jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. Kicks off my boots. And then I’m completely naked on his potting bench, winter light streaming through the glass walls, and he’s staring at me like I’m a feast he’s about to devour.
His nostrils flare as my scent hits him. Honey and citrus, but sweeter now, richer—the unmistakable smell of a slick, needy omega.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You smell incredible. Even better than the other night.” His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wider, and his groan is filthy. “Look at you. So slick for me. Making a mess of my bench.”
I should be embarrassed. I’m not. I’m too desperate for his hands, his mouth, his cock—anything.
“Your fault,” I manage.
“Yeah?” He drops to his knees between my spread thighs, and my heart slams against my ribs. “Then let me clean you up.”
“Theo—”
“Wanted to do this again since the second you left the cottage.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, right where the slick is glistening. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you taste. How pretty you sound when you come.”
“Please—”
“Been jerking off to the memory every night.” Another kiss, higher this time. His breath is hot against my pussy. “Thinking about burying my face between your thighs. Licking you until you scream. Making you come on my tongue over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”
I whimper, actually whimper, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Please, Theo. I need?—”
He licks a long, slow stripe through my folds.
I scream.
My hips buck off the bench but he’s ready for it, hands clamping down on my thighs to hold me open. He licks me again, slower this time, savoring, gathering the slick on his tongue.
“So sweet,” he groans against me. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Could eat this pussy for hours.”
“Oh god?—”
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, and I nearly black out.
My hands fist in his hair. My thighs shake around his head. He’s eating me like he means it—tongue stroking, lips sucking, fucking me with his mouth like he’s trying to crawl inside me. The sounds are obscene. Wet and messy and desperate.
“Theo—fuck—Theo?—”
He slides two fingers inside me and I clench around them immediately, my body desperate and greedy. He pumps them slowly at first, then faster, curling them to find that spot while his tongue works my clit.
“That’s it.” His voice vibrates against me. “Ride my face, sunshine. Use me. Take what you need.”
I’m gone. Beyond thought. Beyond shame. I grind against his mouth, chasing it, and he takes everything I give him and demands more.
“You gonna come for me?” He thrusts his fingers deeper, harder. “Gonna come all over my face? Make a mess of me?”
“Yes—god—yes?—”
“Do it.” He curls his fingers and sucks hard on my clit. “Come for me, Cara. Let me taste it.”
I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me, so intense my vision whites out. I’m clenching around his fingers, screaming his name, shaking so hard I nearly fall off the bench. He works me through every wave, gentling his touch as I come down, until I’m gasping and boneless.
