He caresses the other breast before giving it the same treatment, and my panties are drenched. This man knows what he’s doing.
When he pulls back, he says, “What did I tell you? Perfect tits!”
My chest warms at his declaration.
His eyes wander to my feet. “Let me help you out of those shoes.”
He gets off the bed, so I lift my leg up. He places my foot on his thigh and softly caresses my calf muscle before moving to the back of my ankle to unclip the shoe.
“What did I tell you. I have chunky legs.”
“I was admiring how good your feet look in the shoes, but now that you mention it, I’m jealous. I’ve got to work my ass off in the gym to get my calves the size of yours.” He gently tugs on my shoe and takes it off. “I’ll swap you legs,” he teases.
He makes me feel at ease and free, like all my insecurities don’t matter to him, and it’s like breathing fresh air.
He takes my other shoe off. “Can you please turn off the light?” I ask. I need him now.
He groans but walks over and turns it off for me, which I appreciate. I pull the ridiculously sized wedding dress off and throw it on the floor.
It’s so dark in here. I hear his footsteps coming toward the bed.Oh damn. I realize I made a terrible mistake. I didn’t even get to see his body, and I’m sure it’s something else. I take off my panties as I hear his jeans zipper lower. Even though I’m tipsy and the alcohol has taken the edge off, my heart is pounding, my breathing is frantic, and I’m nervous.
The bed dips and I reach out for him. I touch his abs, and as my fingers move around, I feel that each ab is clearly defined. He sucks in a breath. “You really work out, don’t you,” I murmur.Like, what is this—an eight-pack?I’m really regretting asking him to turn the light off right now. I’ve never felt this type of muscle before and probably will never get the chance again.
He grabs my hand and puts it on his hard-as-steel cock. I squeeze it, making him hiss. His long cock throbs against my touch.Holy shit, he’s packing.He’s hard—for me—and it makes my smile widen.
“Lay down,” he says, his voice rough.
I do, and he reaches out for me with one hand and then strokes my side. “I love your curves.” My thighs quiver. I let out a frustrated grunt when his hands disappear from my body, but between one blink and the next, he moves down, shouldering my legs open.
The first swipe of his tongue against my sensitive flesh causes my back to arch off the bed. Every muscle tenses as he uses his tongue to drive me insane. He flicks my clit and laps up the pleasure that rushes through me, then fucks me with his tongue. My head rolls from side to side as I moan, with one hand in his hair and the other scrunching up the bedsheet. He’s eating melike I’m his last meal and he’s starving. He replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves his tongue back to my clit.
I can’t hold out any longer. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
He chuckles in satisfaction while I pant. I hear a wrapper and realize he’s putting on a condom. In my delirious state, I didn’t even think of that.
His hand grazes my leg, then slips between them. “You’re soaked for me.”
Who wouldn’t be for a guy like him? Not to mention he did just make me come with only his talented mouth and fingers. Tyler couldn’t do that. Not that he ever tried.
Theo shuffles, and I feel the head of his cock drag deliciously through the lips of my sex. My pulse is thrashing, and I’m eager to have him inside me. He lines up his cock at my entrance and thrusts inside. I gasp out loud at the sudden intrusion.
“Fuuuck.” His voice is a husky grumble in his throat.
I’m wet, but he’s still a big boy. I’m so full of him I can hardly breathe. It’s overwhelming but feels right at the same time. I’ll be sore tomorrow.
His mouth is at my neck, kissing and nipping, making me shudder. My hands are on the hard planes of his chest as he thrusts hard and deep and kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. His tongue swirls against mine. Tasting. Taking. Being with a stranger is better than I imagined.
He’s pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. He keeps up his relentless rhythm, as sweat mists my skin. He’s brutal, but I’m high from pleasure, moaning loudly, enjoying every second.
Our bodies are smacking together as the bed squeaks with every thrust. My teeth clench as the pleasure builds, and I sink my fingernails into his back. He picks up the pace, and my bodygreedily clenches around him. I meet him thrust for thrust, one of my hands combing through his soft hair.
“Are you ready to come?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Nearly,” I pant.
His finger goes to my clit, and he applies pressure and circles it. That’s all it takes for me to detonate. I cry out and clamp down on his cock. He curses and bucks wildly as his thrusts become erratic. Then he groans loudly and follows me over the edge into the abyss.
Our orgasms fade and our heavy breaths fill the room. He rolls over onto the bed. I hear him muttering, “Fucking perfect.”
