My hands slid down his chiseled torso and over the front of his pants, where I could already see his hardness straining against the fabric. With light touches I let my hand glide up and down a few times, drawing a ragged breath from Theo. With shaky fingers I unbuttoned his pants and slid down his trousers so he was only wearing his shorts.
I hooked my finger into his breeches and pulled them down a few stretches, just so the tip of his cock was showing. I leaned forward and let my tongue glide over the tip, the taste salty in my mouth.
He rubbed his hand over his face and blew out a breath.
“Maelis, I can already tell you now that this is going to end in embarrassment for me because I am not going to last a minute if you keep doing that.”
I chuckled and got off my knees.
“Let’s go over to the bed and try something else then.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes filled with lust and need. He took my offered hand and shook off the trousers around his ankles. We walked over to the bed and he lay down flat on his back.
I sat up next to him and turned my back, giving him a silentsignal to undo my bra. He fumbled with the clasp, muttering under his breath.
“I… I’ve never read anything about these before,” he admitted, cheeks flushing slightly as he struggled.
I bit back a laugh, watching him finally manage to free it after a few tense seconds. The bra went flying unceremoniously to the floor. I turned around and laid back, giving him a smug grin.
“Well,” I said, “at least you’re persistent.”
“I can solve complex formulas in my sleep, but this… this defeats me.”
He kissed me deeply, the bra all but forgotten.
“As it’s so dangerous for me to touch you, how about you touch me first?”
I asked and his responding growl let me know that he was all for it.
He rolled to his side and kissed me first, deep and hard. His left hand on my face, slowly moving downwards over the nape of my neck and my clavicle down to between my breasts. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt, the anticipation almost too much to bear. He kept kissing me, now stroking along the underside of my breast and back up again to cup my breast in his hand. I tried to stay quiet, but I moaned into his mouth at his touch. Honestly, I felt like I could cum right there and then just from this touch alone.
Encouraged by my reaction, he let his fingers slide over my nipple, softly pinching it between his thumb and his pointer finger, eliciting the most exquisite feelings from me. “And you are sure you have never done this before?” I asked between kisses and he laughed. “I am one hundred percent certain, but…” he lowered his mouth to my nipple, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around, “… but I have read every smutty romance book there is and I am just trying to follow the recipe.”
I laughed and couldn’t help myself but say, “Luckily, you are better at this than you are at making pancakes and sauce.”
He pulled his head back, looking at me with mock indignation.
“What was wrong with my pancakes?”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“I am sorry, but Enbergin told me never to tell you. He had to swap the pancakes for his own because apparently you burnt them so badly that they were not edible.”
Theo huffed and with a straight face, he said, “I will have to find a new cook it seems, such a shame.”
I hooked my hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me again. He was now laying half atop of me with his leg between my legs. The friction made me lose my mind and I started moving against his leg. He groaned in response and pushed himself into me in return.
We kissed like this for a long time before he pulled away.
“You are wearing too many clothes, Maelis.” He shifted so I could undress myself.
With a few movements, I was completely naked and his gaze raked over my body in awe.
“You are so beautiful, inside and out,” he rasped, and his hand slid over my stomach down between my legs where the warmth and wetness of my desire left no doubt about how much I wanted him. He watched as one of his fingers slid over my center, my hips buckling in response. He kept stroking me in lazy circles and it was simply too much for me. I grabbed his face and started kissing him again, but hedidn’t stop. His fingers moved slowly, but with a little bit of pressure and I could feel that I was so close to cumming.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, and he growled in response, taking my mouth and claiming it while relentlessly stroking my center with his warm fingers.
I crashed over the edge then, my hips lifting from the bed, my thighs clamping shut over his hand and his mouth stifling the moan that escaped me. I was breathing heavily while the aftershocks of my orgasm washed over me.
