I reached up with my hands to pull him closer, but he quickly pinned my arms to the ground with his strong hands.
“Tsk tsk tsk, why so impatient?” he chuckled, but continued his feather light kisses along my jawline and down my throat.
A needy groan escaped me.
“Judging by the bulge I see in your pants, I would say you are just as impatient as I am.” I winked at him. He stopped and looked into my eyes, his lips forming a mischievous grin. “Darling, I have controlled myself for 500 years, patience is my middle name.” And with that, he started trailing kisses, soft as the touch of a butterfly, down my cleavage.
He lifted his right hand to pull the fabric of my dress off my shoulder and down my arm, to expose my breasts.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled and licked over my nipples.
He trailed his tongue over my breasts only to then lightly blow over my sensitive skin, the rush of cold eliciting the most delicious sensations.
“I don’t know where you learned this, but thank the Fates you did,” I gushed, and I could feel him smiling against my skin.
“I believe it was ‘Miss Rosemary and the Gardener,’ chapter 32, page 231 to 256,” was his only response.
My head jerked up.
“26 pages??? You are going to keep doing this for26 pages?” I almost shouted.
He licked my other nipple in response and started nibbling at it. My whole body was humming, pleasure and lust mixingtogether in a swirling emotion that resembled the whirling lights in the sky.
He drew back from me entirely and leaned back on his heels, slowly pulling down my dress. My underwear was next. Theo’s gaze was raking over me as if he was trying to memorize every curve and every line of my body.
He gently grabbed my legs and started massaging my foot, his warm and firm hands kneading the muscles in my feet and calves until I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle.
He started trailing kisses up my leg, his tongue swirling lightly in the most delicious places and stoking a fire inside of me that seemed to burn brighter with each kiss he placed on my skin. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of being worshiped and loved wholly by him. As if he could read my mind, I felt his hands move higher now, stroking over my hips, my stomach and up to my breast. Cupping them, squeezing, teasing my nipples with his thumb.
At the same moment, his hands were in my hair, gently pulling, eliciting the most delicious goosebumps racing over my scalp and down the back of my neck. I gasped as I felt his hands continuing to massage my feet and calves while his hot breath came closer and closer to the aching center between my thighs. I opened my eyes in confusion. It felt like he was touching me everywhere at once.
He lifted his eyes to mine, sparkling with joy and wickedness. Invisible hands were striking, massaging, squeezing me everywhere while his own hands encircled my waist.
“What is happening?” I breathed and his smile grew even more wicked.
“A little magic, darling.” He laughed and lowered his mouth to place a chaste kiss on my center. Which sensation shouldI focus on? His magic was everywhere, drawing pleasure and ecstasy from every part of my body.
“This is too much, Theo, I can’t…” I panted, but he did not listen.
His tongue darted out, parting my folds and nearly making me scream with pleasure.
Theo growled approvingly, gripping my hips tighter and pulling me closer to his mouth. His lips and tongue were exploring, testing to see which motion would elicit the loudest moans from me. He pushed a finger deep inside of my pussy. I pushed my hips off the floor and into his face as he raised his eyes to me.
My own desperation matched his in every way.
But he was not done yet. He started fucking me with his finger, lifting his mouth from my center only to rasp, “Tell me what you like, Mae. I want to learn every filthy thought in your pretty head.”
His voice was gruff with need and the thought of fulfilling all of my fantasies together nearly pulled me over the edge. I swallowed, it was impossible to form any coherent thoughts as his finger kept plunging into me.
“Two fingers…” I rasped, “go more slowly and continue doing whatever you did with your tongue. It was perfect.”
I almost laughed at Theo’s serious expression, like he was cataloging that information and writing a manual in his head on how to best make me squirm.
His concentrated stare melted away into a wicked grin as he slipped another finger inside of me, changing his pace to deeper and slower strokes. His fingers curled up, and I nearly came undone there and then.
His tongue found my center again, circling around inslower swirls, savoring the taste of me on his tongue. I was out of my mind with want and buried my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me yet. He placed a hand on my lower stomach and pressed down with light pressure, intensifying the feeling of his fingers caressing my inner walls.
With his power, he reached up to my breasts and pinched my nipples, effectively pushing me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me with full force, my hips lifting off the floor, my legs going rigid and my breath catching in my throat. My heart was racing, sweat coating every inch of my body as Theo slowed down the movement of his fingers.
