The more Audrey moved, the more she burned.
The more she ached.
It wasagony.
It started in her fingertips and toes, the simmering heat curling in her limbs before shifting to pool in the pit of her stomach, bubbling and burning and widening and spreading, molten and hot, at once both liquid and fire. Theo sucked again, swirling his tongue around that elusive bundle of nerves before dipping it inside her once more and chasing it with a finger. She was unbelievably wet, and as soon as she had something to clench around, her body seized.
She moaned, the sound originating from deep inside.
The ache was unbearable.
It wasn’t enough.
She needed more.
“Theo!” she cried with another gasping, ragged breath. “Theo, please. I-I can’t—I need—”
“Not yet,” he muttered, looking up at her as he gulped hungrily for air, his eyes just as dark and liquid as the heat pooling inside her, threatening to incinerate her from the inside out. “I need you to come at least once, Audrey. Can you be good and do that for me?” She didn’t even have the wherewithal to nod before he licked her wetness from his lips and dove between her legs again.
When he slipped a second finger inside while he sucked her once more, stretching her slowly and deliciously, carefully and with delight as he pumped and curled his hand in and out, she began to break.
With one final, hard tug on his hair, her hands fell from his head and she wound her fingers into his pristine white sheets, twisting and crying out for better leverage while her back arched. Her vision began to fizzle at the edges, grayed and spotty, like snow on an old television screen. Her senses contracted, all sound and sight fading down to a single point:
Theo’s gaze, his pupils blown black and wide, the brows framing them heavy and dark while he watched her writhe from between her legs.
When she caught sight of his eyes, they crinkled.
He sped up his cadence. Her pleasure crested.
And Audrey shattered.
Theo’s face melded into the twisting background of his room, the lights of New York in the distance refracting off the colors, the reds, blacks, whites, grays, golds, all of them blurring and breaking, crashing into one another and exploding behind her eyes like swirling galaxies colliding in an inexorable cosmic dance, all while herhips bucked. She lost all awareness of her motions save for rolling, rippling, repeating waves of pleasure washing over her again and again, her throat burning as she gasped.
She was blind, suffocating, seizing and thrashing, dead and dying and reborn and living, over and over and over again, cycle after cycle, wave after wave.
It was agony.
It wasbliss.
But just when she thought she was completely spent, something tingled along her skin, rough and comforting. Audrey opened her eyes and looked into Theo’s, soft and warm as he drew himself up next to her. He’d been running his hands soothingly over her body, his calluses dragging goose bumps out from their hiding places and into the light.
“Do you still want more?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching her face.
For all his confidence with his hands and his mouth, he seemed a little unsure now.
But she could feel how hard he was, even through her exhaustion. She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.
“I wantyou. Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She glanced down. He was every bit as big as she thought he’d be—even bigger now than he’d been earlier in the shower, perhaps, wide and erect and beautiful, but daunting in the lamplight—and she swallowed nervously. But when she gazed back up into his eyes, there was no question.
She wanted every part of him.
All of him.
Forever and always.
