She did so slowly, her cheeks still bright with embarrassed color.
“Will you please touch me?” he asked.
She stared at his length once more and then timidly reached out to trace her finger along him. He couldn’t hold back a little moan of pleasure. Fuck, but he wanted her. He fought to focus so he could make this perfect for her.
“I promise you this won’t hurt you,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
Now her gaze came up to his face and he realized that he had just asked a very loaded question. Her answer would be about more than pleasure and sex, it would be about their friendship, their relationship going forward, however they defined it once they had spent this night together.
Her answer was about him.
“Yes,” she said at last, the word barely carrying. “I trust you, Theo.”
Those words meant too much and he ignored the swell of emotion in his heart when she said them.
“Good.” He slid his fingers into her hair, combing through the locks so they fell around her shoulders. “Then just let me sweep you away. If you don’t like what I do, you’ll tell me and I’ll fix it. I promise.”
She was quiet a long moment, and then she said, “Theo?”
“Yes?”
“I feel desired. I feel worshipped.” She leaned in. “And I want you to continue.”
She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned into her, lowering her back on the pillows, shifting to partially cover her with his body. The feel of her skin on his skin was magic and he arched into her, needing more, needing everything. She responded, lifting against him, her mouth growing hungrier, her tongue seeking harder.
“Please,” she whimpered between kisses.
It nearly unmanned him there and then. It nearly pushed him to take and claim as his body was screaming at him to do. But he had made a promise to her. And he intended to keep it.
So he glided his mouth from hers and began.
* * *
Bernadette wasn’t certain what she had expected once she and Theo were naked. A quick claiming, she supposed, hopefully filled with more of the sensation he inspired in her. But what he was doing now, tracing the lines of her body with his tongue as his hands roved over her, it was something more than she’d ever known she wanted.
He lit her on fire and she was lost, sinking into sensation, releasing everything else that held her back. She would surrender now, let him have his way with her because she had told him she trusted him, and she did. Potentially to her own detriment, but still true.
He was sucking her nipple again, his big hand resting lightly on her stomach, stroking the flesh there that she had never known was so sensitive. It felt like her entire being was throbbing, pulsing in time to his touch. And all the sensation was starting to settle in one place: right between her legs.
As if he sensed that, he slid his hand lower, caressing her hip and then pressing his fingers into her thigh. She opened her legs out of instinct and he made a soft sound against her breast even as his tongue swirled faster and harder around her nipple.
When he stroked his fingers across her entrance, she could feel how wet she was. There was no resistance, only pleasure, and she lifted into him, wanting his fingers inside of her again as they had been when he licked her so intimately in the club what felt like hours and hours and hours ago.
But he didn’t claim this time. He stroked her, opening her, teasing her, swirling a fingertip around her clitoris and reminding her how good that place could feel. She lifted into him, grinding for pleasure almost against her will. He let her, lifting his head from her body, watching her intently as she gasped and moaned in time to his teasing.
“Please,” she gasped again, not caring that she was begging him. She just needed…well, she couldn’t really name what she needed. But it was far more than his mouth or his fingers could provide.
His gaze grew almost feral in that moment, heated and even more focused on her, which shocked her. She didn’t think he could be more in tune with her needs than he already was.
“Yes,” he murmured, and moved to his knees over her.
He pushed between her legs, widening her, opening her fully. He continued to massage her sex, stroking her clitoris with ever more firm strokes. She felt the edge of release coming, just as it had earlier, and she reached for it, gripping the coverlet with both hands, breath short, body twisting almost against her will.
And then she came, long waves of pleasure moving through her body. In that moment, he pressed his cock to her and slid inside in one thrust. He definitely fit, and without any trouble, only pleasure. She whimpered out his name as he covered her, digging her nails into his back as he began to thrust, grinding his pelvis against her with every stroke. She gripped him as her orgasm continued, her body going wild.
He kissed her, increasing his thrusts, rolling her through the pleasure, lengthening it even as he moaned his own desire. She wanted him to find it, she wanted to give him the same release he was giving her. She wanted to feel him lose control and know that it was her who had inspired it, even for just a moment.
He lifted his head and their eyes locked. She lifted into him, clenching with more purpose as the veins in his neck pulsed. “Fuck,” he grunted.
