The second my hands come up to her waist, she shivers, my fingers caressing the soft skin along her waistband.
“And don’t hide those hands from me, Theo,” she adds softly. But there’s a command there. “Ever.”
I groan, biting my lip, when I drag her jeans down slowly. Unable to resist brushing her soft skin as I do.
God. She’s wearing a pair of thin, black panties. I can even see the tiny bulge of her swollen clit. My mouth waters at the sight.
Once off, I chuck her jeans toward the pile of my clothes and look up at her again. She’s staring at me with such a fevered expression that I take another risk.
My fingers hook at the side of the panties. There’s a question in my pause. And she answers it with a quick flick of her bra unclasping. Thrown away just as fast.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is happening.
I pull down the flimsy fabric in one swift motion. Baring her for me.
A soft dusting of trimmed hair greets me, her pussy glistening wet. I want to touch her. Kiss her there. But I settle for a light brush of my lips against her skin—right above it.
Then I drop my head on her stomach. My breath uneven, whole body shivering under the fierce need I’ve caged.
And thank fuck she allows me some mercy. Because suddenly, her hands grip the sides of my head. Her thigh slowly mounting my shoulder, opening up for me in an invitation.
That’s all the signal I need.
Curling my arm over her thigh, I hold her steady. My other hand presses against her lower back, pulling her close, burying myself in her sweet, warm heat.
She moans my name, shivering—her grip tightening around my head.
I’m aching, fingers digging into her skin. Every moan, every breathy sigh from her lips spurs me on. But I don’t dare stop. Not until she’s shattering in my arms.
“God, Charlotte,” I breathe against her pussy, breathless.
Then I lap.
I nibble.
My eyes lifting to meet her hooded gaze as I do.
I tease her with languid, drawn-out swipes of my hungry tongue. Until I find my rhythm. Latching onto her clit as she chokes on a cry.
I lift my arm, blindly caressing every inch of her body until I have her gorgeous, ample breasts in my hand.
She drips all over my chin. My tongue never leaves her sweet nub. Hot, wet sounds leave my mouth—and I groan when her cries become louder and louder.
I pinch her nipple between my fingers. Her legs quaking in my grip.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Theo… baby,please.” She sobs with pleasure, mindlessly. Then her body gives out with a loud moan as she comes on my tongue. Her whole frame bending, engulfing me with her warmth.
I lick her clit again, softer this time. And she cries out, writhing against me. Her body nearly limp.
She’s panting, breathing hard as she sits down on the edge of the bed behind her. Staring at me with an emotion I dare not name.
“Theo,” she breathes out, a soft, sated smile on her face.
I will never—ever—get enough of her saying my name. Especially like this.
When I crawl closer, my hands roaming possessively over her thigh, she shifts. Backing up on the bed—parting her legs wider. “Fuck me, Theo.”
Christ. This woman is trying to kill me.
