“Sorry,” he says, “I need to be inside you.”
“Youwereinside me,” I say, with a giggle.
“Ads,” he growls, “I need to fuck you.”
He grabs the lubricant, gives a few pumps and slicks himself. Then he waits for me to do the same, his breathing growing faster and heavier. He kneels before me and pulls my thighs up ever so slightly. And with one push, he’s inside me.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
He waits, knowing I need to get used to his size. I pant, forcing myself to relax, knowing the pain will be over soon.
“Ready?” he whispers.
I give him an eager kiss.
He begins driving himself in and out of me, so forcefully that I gasp. He silences me with a hot, open kiss. I grab onto him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me.
Suddenly, I’ve no idea why I’ve avoided doing this the whole time we’ve been in Italy. And I don’t feel the slightest flicker of shame that the kids are under the same roof.
“I love you, Theo,” I burst out.
“I love you, Ads,” he rasps.
“I just love you so much.”
“And I love fucking you. I want to fuck you forever.”
I groan. “Yes, please!”
I run my hand down my body to start pleasuring myself. Theo gently tugs at my nipple with his right hand, his left holding upmy flank. I feel him gaining momentum, his speed building. I want to scream but instead cling onto his muscular shoulders with my fingers. I dig into him as he bores into me, closer to my essence, the boundary between us blurring.
“I’m nearly there,” he tells me. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” I say.
“Fuck,” he cries. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
With a feral growl, Theo empties himself into me. At the same time, I climax, a wild, breathy grunt escaping me.
We fall back on the bed, catching our breaths. Then we both start laughing, loudly and uncontrollably.
I feel my entire body unclenching.
I remember just a few weeks ago thinking that if Theo dumped me, it’d be like unclenching a fist. But I realize now just how wrong I was. Because this is the ultimate unclenching, the ultimate release. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so myself.
Theo moves in for another kiss. “I’ll never leave you,” he says.
I feel like I’m smiling with my whole body.
Chapter 30
“Mister Webb!”
I’m woken up at 7:30 a.m. by the sound of someone shouting my name in an accent that isn’t Italian. I’m lying in Theo’s arms, where I’ve slept against his chest.
