His tongue kept licking and tasting, savoring the slickness that was now dripping out of me. “Page 231 and 232 completed, only 24 pages to go.” He chuckled, and I slapped my hands over my face.
“There is no way I can keep doing this for another 24 pages, Theo. That was so intense, I don’t even know how to put it into words.”
Theo pushed himself up and crawled up to lay beside me. His face was flushed, his lips were swollen and red from all the licking and sucking, and when he kissed me, I could taste me on his tongue.
“I don’t know what I was expecting. But this was even better than anything I imagined. You taste so fucking good, I love making you cum on my fingers and tongue.”
He kissed me again and again and all I could think was that I wanted to make him feel just as good.
I pulled away from him and grabbed his belt.
“You are still wearing clothes… Stand up for me.” I crooned.
He obliged, and I sat up on my knees. Looking upat him from this perspective he looked even taller than usual and very much like the God he was.
I ran my hand over the front of his trouser and the hard length pressing against the material.
He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. I teased him through the fabric of his pants, letting my fingernails graze the fabric, moving up and down his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. He swayed a little on his feet and reached up to steady himself with a hand on the glass ceiling of the conservatory. My hands reached for his belt, pulling it out of its fastenings and slowly dragging his trousers and undergarments down.
His cock sprang free, just as thick and beautiful as I remembered it.
I licked up all the way from the base to the tip, careful to pay extra attention to the sensitive place just beneath the tip.
Theo growled in response, his eyes still closed and his head leaning against his outstretched arm.
I took his cock in my mouth, reveling in the taste of him on my tongue. Coating every inch of him in my saliva, I pulled his cock out just to spit in my hand a couple of times. He looked down at me and the wicked grin on my face made his eyes roll back in his head. I spat into my other hand as well and placed them both around his cock. My mouth closed around him once more and began moving in the same rhythm as my hands.
Theo hissed, my spit making it easy for me to move my hands and mouth up and down over his cock.
Theo’s powerful thighs were shaking.
Knowing I had the power to make him weak in the knees was such a turn on. I moaned in response and took himdeeper and deeper into my mouth, until his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes were watering, but I kept going, reveling in the feeling of him filling out my mouth so wholly.
“Mae,” he groaned, lifting the hand that had been hanging at his side to the back of my head, steadying himself.
I let go of his cock and reached with my hands behind him to grab his ass. Using my hands on his ass to pull him even deeper into my mouth, I offered him the freedom to set his own pace. I looked up at him, his cock deep in my mouth. Our eyes met and he shivered. He kept pushing in and out of my mouth, a frantic rhythm that matched my beating heart.
His orgasm ripped through him, every muscle of his body going tight and then releasing in a shudder. For a moment I was worried he would simply collapse, but he held himself up with one arm.
I swallowed his cum and with a smirk, wiped the edges of my mouth with the back of my hand.
He chuckled at the sight and slowly fell to his knees and onto his back, pulling me with him.
“That was… phenomenal,” he purred. I grinned and touched my lips to his.
“I am sorry I ruined your plans for pages 233 to 256.”
He hummed.
“What do you mean? This was just an excursion to page 354. Give me 10 minutes and we’ll continue right where we left off.”
And then we did just that.
Epilogue
I awoke to the sound of familiar birds singing in the trees. The room was cold, but I was snug and warm under the thick blankets on the bed. I knew when I opened my eyes, I’d see the familiar light patterns on the ceiling and the early morning frost painting intricate flowers on the window glass.
Theo and I had spent a few more days at the Veilstead, all loved up and just happy to reconnect.
