Chapter Nine
“Because I’d be an idiot not to,” he said, emotion thickening his throat. “Because you’re worth it.”
He kissed her, adamant on showing her how much he cared for her—not just sexually, but also as a woman. Hell, he’d shared with her things he hadn’t told anyone and wanted more. More of Amaya.
He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and she matched his passion, pulling him close in a move that sucked the remaining air from his lungs. Swiftly, he lifted her from the floor and carried her to bed. At first, he’d wanted them to have separate rooms so she could have her privacy, her comfort zone.
Now he wanted nothing but to invade her space and stay there for as long as she’d let him. He put her on his bed, and she smartly removed her robe, tossing it aside. One look at her soft, warm, gorgeous body, bare for him, and he groaned.
A shade of red covered her cheeks. “I like the hunger in your eyes.”
“There’s a hunger inside to match.”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
He covered her body with his, and for a moment, the idea to take her played in his mind, seductive like an old jazz melody. But he’d delay his own pleasure and ravish her, feast on her sexy body until she could no longer take it.
She motioned to wrap her legs around him, and if she continued, he’d be lost. So he began to descend on her body, kissing her neck, feeling rather than hearing her moan. She trembled, and her skin visibly prickled.
He continued his exploration, lapping at her breasts while touching her curves with his palm. She caressed his hair, her fingers working his scalp and sending a shot of awareness down his body. His cock strained against his boxers, and sweat coated his forehead. I’m still dressed.
He’d take off his clothes soon, but not yet.
Eagerly, he switched from one breast to the other, this time tugging at it a bit, teasing the taut peak with his teeth. She squirmed under him, restless, moving her head from side to side on the pillow and touching his shoulders. She managed to insert her hands into his collar, scratching his neck, provoking him, heating him up internally.
He nipped her breast in retaliation, earning a raw, drawn-out moan from her. Then, he continued his torture, giving her warm flesh open-mouthed kisses as he made his way down. When he faced her glistening pussy, his heart skipped a beat.
Cream already coated the folds, her clit swelling for him. He’d kiss her there—hell, he was thirsty for it. But first, he needed to grab something he’d bought on the way home. He got out of the bed and reached for the tube of lube he’d placed there earlier. She whimpered, protesting his abrupt change.
“What’s happening?” she asked, propping herself on her elbows, her gaze following him as he scooted down the bed and kneeled between her thighs.
“I had to grab something, love. Today I’m playing with you everywhere.”
“Dios mio.”
“That’s right. Lie down and relax,” he said, tapping her leg. She followed his command, and he opened the tube and put it next to him. Soon, he’d use it—very soon.
With the tip of his tongue, he traced the path from her outer lips to her inner lips. A little feminine growl filled the air, and he smiled against her most vulnerable spot. She was enjoying this. Good.
He kissed her center, reveling in her female scent of arousal, pressing his nose into her naughty flesh. Her thighs trembled, but he pinned them into place, forcing her to experience the overload of sensations he intended on showing her.
With gusto, he licked her folds, working his way to her clit. He lapped at the pleasure bean, then sucked it and added three fingers into her pussy for more pressure. She moaned, and he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, with quick plunges, while sliding his tongue down the apex of her thighs.
When he found the diamond-shaped entrance, he nudged her thighs farther apart. To distract her, he intensified the thrusts in her cunt, feeling her response as she quivered on the mattress. Then he dipped lower, sliding his tongue around her tight hole, tasting her musky flesh. He worked his tongue, teasing her, claiming every part of her as his.
She almost flew from the mattress, shouting his name, and he didn’t let up, plunging his digits into her until her trembling came to an end. When he withdrew from both entrances and lifted his head to look at her, she sighed. With her hair disheveled on the pillows, sweat sheening her body, and pupils still dilated, she’d never looked lovelier. “You should come home early more often.”
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Amaya touched her chest, hoping her heart would slow the fuck down.
He’d eaten her out, taken her to a different planet, and then he’d licked her asshole. Just like it was any given Sunday. She swallowed. The idea would have turned her off before.
Theo, though…made everything so natural. She wanted him to kiss, lick, and brand every part of her.
“Turn around, Amaya. Now the fun begins,” he said, pulling her from her thoughts.
More fun? Hmmmm. She obeyed him, and he gently grabbed her feet and pulled her down on the bed. Then, he leaned over her and lifted her ass, so she was on all fours, and stood behind her.
