Maybe it is possible to explore our sexual connection while still focusing on our careers. It’s not like we’re going to fall in love. It’s just sex, and I haven’t been kissed like this in so long. If ever. A sense of relief washes over me at the thought of giving in to the distraction for oncewithout worrying about the consequences that could follow.
Our kiss quickly escalates to something deep and passionate as our tongues collide. Theo has stepped in closer to me, pressing his length against my center once again, but he doesn’t move his hand. He’s still centimeters from where I need him.
“Theo, please,” I whimper against his lips.
Theo bends as he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, finally slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of my shorts. Wrapping one arm around me, he lifts me slightly off the railing to push the fabric aside. The cool breeze washes over my center, and I’m suddenly aware of just how wet I am.
“Fuck.” His breath is hot against my neck, chilling the spot he just kissed. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”
He runs his fingers up and down my center a few times, sending a chill down my spine. I can already feel my core tightening at the slightest touch. The effect he has on me should be illegal.
As if to torture me more, Theo removes his hand from between my thighs. I look up, ready to beg him to touch me again, when he begins to lift his hand. He doesn’t break eye contact as he slips the two fingers that he ran through my wetness into his mouth.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he moans, as he tastes me. I’m speechless as I watch him savor every last drop.
“Hold the railing,” he commands as he pulls me in for another kiss. The cool summer night breeze hits my nipples as he pushes the sweatshirt aside, exposing meeven further than I already am. One side of the sweatshirt falls off my shoulders. I feel like a mess, and I revel in every second of it.
The tank top I’m wearing is cut low on my chest, having shifted to expose more of my lace bralette underneath. My hardened nipples show through the fabric, and when Theo pulls back, he looks at me as though I’m something to be devoured.
Having his fill, he grabs my waist again, leaning down to kiss the spot below my collarbone.
My grip tightens on the railing as I lean back, granting him further access to my breasts.
Theo must notice the slight tension in my body at this angle because he whispers, “Relax, I got you.”
I do just that as he holds me with one hand braced on my back, and one on my hip, trailing back to my core. Trailing kisses down my chest, Theo kisses all the way to my nipple over the fabric of my tank top. When he sucks my nipple into his mouth through the fabric, I lean back into his hand, letting go at the sensation coursing through my body. When his hand doesn’t budge, I relax even further, knowing he won’t let me fall.
Letting out a chuckle of approval, he switches to my other breast, kissing the nipple through the fabric before taking it into his mouth and sucking lightly.
Fed up with the teasing, I pull down my tank top, exposing my breasts to him.
“Fuck.” His voice comes out breathless as he takes me in.
Leaning down, he leaves a trail of kisses on my sternum. I wiggle my hips in response, silently pleading forhim to touch me exactly where he did before. I’m wound so tight, I feel like I’m going to snap in two if he doesn’t provide me with any sort of relief.
He finally takes one of my nipples into his mouth, slowly sucking and licking at it. He continues until I’m throwing my head back in bliss at the feeling of his mouth on me. The cool breeze adds to the sensation, sending a chill through me each time he pulls away.
Reaching out, I grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling his mouth away from my breasts so I can plant another kiss on his lips. Our tongues collide, my bare breasts brushing against his shirt as my breath grows heavier and our kiss deepens. My other hand drops to his hip. If he insists on teasing me, I can do the same to him.
I begin sliding my hand down his chest, pulling on his waistband once I reach it. He lets out a groan at my touch, and it’s all the motivation I need to dip my fingers beneath his sweatpants just to the right of his cock.
We kiss as we continue to play a game of chicken, seeing who will touch who first.
When he finally slides his fingers through my wetness again, my forehead drops to his chest, resting there as I try to regulate my erratic breathing. Regaining my senses, I brush my fingers along the side of his cock in his pants.
“Fuck.” He lets out a breath. Grabbing his waistband, he pulls down his sweats just enough to let his cock spring free, and I gape at the size of it.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any wetter,” he says, as he inserts two fingers inside me at once. I grab his cock at the same time, and we both let out a low moan.I’ve never been happier to break a rule than in this exact moment.
I run my hand up and down the length of him, pumping his cock lightly at first, taking note of what he likes. He does the same as he inserts his fingers into me, then pulls out. In and out, in and out.
At the mention of how wet I am, I get an idea. I remove my hand from his cock and lightly nudge his from my core. Looking up at Theo, I run my hand down my center, then back up again, slowly. I watch him as he watches me and smile when his breathing increases to a pace as erratic as my own.
Maintaining eye contact, I use the same hand to grab his cock again, mixing my wetness with his precum and spreading it up and down his cock, my hand more easily gliding now.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says before driving two fingers into me again and curling them, hitting me in a place no other man has been able to find.
As I begin to pump him faster, my hand circling the tip of his cock every now and then, his breathing becomes even more erratic. He presses his thumb to my clit, circling while still pumping his fingers in and out of me. The tightness building up in my lower spine is agonizing in the best way possible as I get closer to climax.
