Blinding, blissful pleasure sped through me like a speedboat on the glassy surface of the lake, curling my toes and making my shoulders cave inward as I rode it out. Yet even as it subsided, I was already reaching for him, laying a hard, hot kiss on him as soon as he pushed back up to his feet.
I tasted myself on his lips, but I didn’t give a shit, stroking my tongue into his mouth as my arms wound around his neck. He pressed himself against me, so hard and hot against my stomach that I shivered when I felt the evidence of his need.
Still shaky in the aftermath of my orgasm, I kissed him sloppily and released one of my hands from around his neck to reach between us. He moaned when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stiffening as I stroked slowly up and down.
“God, Raquel,” he murmured against my lips. “That’s really dangerous right now.”
“I don’t care,” I replied on a breathy whisper. “I didn’t hold back. You shouldn’t have to either.”
He let out a chuckle, then kissed me again. I started moving my fist just a little faster. When I ran my thumb over the tip of him on the upstroke and felt something more slippery than water there, it was like someone had injected a vial of lust straight into my veins.
It was ridiculous. I knew that. After that incredible orgasm, I should’ve been sated but nope. Not with this guy.
Theo moaned and started rocking gently into my hand, his breathing growing more and more ragged and his kisses becoming more stop-start. I increased my pace just a little more. He cursed into my mouth and his hips jerked. The heat of his climax spread across my stomach as I stroked him through it.
As his body stopped moving, he let out a deep groan, moved his lips back to mine, and planted a long, slow kiss on me. “You shouldn’t have told me not to hold back.”
“This was what I wanted,” I murmured. “Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?”
He chuckled, just resting against me for another moment before he straightened up and reached for the body wash behind me. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were slightly swollen when he took a tiny step back to look into my eyes.
“Turn around,” he said quietly. “We’ll wash you first.”
I did what he told me to, turning and definitely not minding the feel of his hands all over my body as he scrubbed every last inch of me. Foamy suds formed in the wake of his hands and the washcloth. Then he would reposition me gently for the water to rinse away the soap.
Once I was probably cleaner than I’d ever been in my life, I took the body wash and the cloth from him and took my time soaping him up too. Ever since the very first time I’d seen him, I’d wondered what it would feel like to run my hands over him like this, touching wherever I wanted and for however long I wanted.
I didn’t let the opportunity pass me by, slowly dragging the cloth across every toned muscle and pressing kisses to his chest and shoulders every so often as I washed him. By the time I was done, he was paint free, hard all over again, and smirking as we climbed out of the shower.
I handed over one of the two good towels I had and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Round one might’ve been hot and desperate, but I’m trying to decide about round two.”
I wrapped a towel around me after drying off, trying to keep a straight face as I held his gaze. “What makes you so sure there’s going to be a round two at all?”
“Oh, I’m pretty confident.” He reached for me, lightning quick, grabbed my hips, and yanked me up against him.
At the same moment, one of his hands slid up my back and into my hair. His mouth descended back to mine. I didn’t even pretend that I wanted to resist, just giggling as I pulled him toward the back where my bed was.
We tumbled onto it in a mess of limbs and moans. The sun was still high, but the light had turned that warmer, gentler color of late afternoon. Theo rolled us over so I was on top of him, but he never let my mouth leave his, giving me these long, languid kisses that had me needing another shower—a very cold one—in no time at all.
“Okay, you might be right about round two,” I murmured into the kiss. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
“If you figure it out, let me know. I can’t get enough of you either.” Then he kissed me again, tugging the towel away from between us and kicking his own off too.
Fully naked again, we made out like teenagers who’d never gone any further, dragging our fingertips across every part of each other’s bodies within easy reach and just kissing for ages. I got impatient before he did, finally breaking the passionate kisses to drag my lips down the length of his abdomen.
He groaned, those green eyes conflicted when I looked up at him from his belly button. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself, baby.”
“There’s no embarrassment here,” I said, meaning it. “Let’s make a deal. From now on, we just go with whatever we feellike doing, without worrying about what we think weshouldbe doing.”
He sighed, those eyes still on mine, but one of his hands tangled into my hair. “What I feel like doing is getting inside you, though.”
“Well, that’s too bad because I feel like doingthis.” I moved my head down to his thick cock and immediately took him into my mouth, genuinely enjoying the silky feel of him against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and his fingers tightened in my hair. “Yeah. Okay. I’m not complaining.”
I smiled around him but didn’t bother trying to respond, instead just giving all my attention to the man who made me feel things no one else ever had. Bobbing up and down, I didn’t stop until he pulled me off him and practically tossed me onto my back on the bed. He had a wild look in his eyes as he rolled on a condom.
