Page 14 of The Rhythm of their Souls

Our eyes stay locked. I can’t pull away from his dominating stare. It’s so dark in here, but Theo’s punishing eyes are glowing with want. Just by how he’s fixed on me, I can tell he refuses to take no for an answer. I am his prey, and he came to feast.

Within seconds, his vivid blue eyes became somber. A sinful grin plays across his gorgeous mouth. My legs shake with anticipation.

In one smooth movement, he lifts my legs onto his broad shoulders. He places a gentle kiss on my left thigh. His plump lips are warm yet cold as ice. It sends a pleasurable sting through my stomach.

I can already feel pressure in all the right places. My breathing is deep and heavy. And as if he senses what he’s doing to me, he trails his fingers down my stomach, inches away from where I want him next. Theo then spreads my legs a little further, keeping them propped and secured. He gently runs his thumb around my clit.

My back immediately arches without my doing. My hands find their way into his soft blond locks. I have no control over my reflexes right now. Theo is the pilot of my entire body, and he’s causing me to accelerate at a high speed. I can’t do anything but allow him to drive me into oblivion.

And just like that, he plants one finger inside me, slowly pumping back and forth. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. I look back down, catching Theo staring at me with so much hunger in his eyes. Before I can process the pleasure coursing through me, he places another finger inside me. He curls his fingers up, hitting that intense G-spot that Noah could never seem to locate.

While fucking me with his fingers, he places his thumb on my clit and plays small circles in a perfect rhythm. I can see his muscles tensing with each pump.

The pressure is building at an almost unbearable rate. It’s like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. If this man does one more thing, it will be my undoing. I can’t help but close my eyes and cover my mouth, trying to shove the moans back down my throat. Theo was right; he knew what he was doing with his hands.

My pussy was an abandoned garden needing attention. He came in without permission. And planted flowers in all the right places. Call it landscaping or whatever you like. This man is a professional, and I’m ready to give him all my money.

He bites down on a sensitive spot on my thigh while sucking it into his mouth. My inner walls expand, this is a high I never want to stop chasing. Just as I begin to orgasm, everything goes black. I am spiraling in unexplainable pleasure.

I look back down. Theo is gone. I can feel my center pulsating viciously. I’m here in my room all alone, with a puddle between my legs. Which instantly tells me I just orgasmed in my sleep. I feel like a moron right now. I will definitely keep this to myself. I am so drained from my finger fucking dream I can’t even get out of bed to clean up.

I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It’s 4:30 in the morning. I need to be up in two hours to prepare for work. I’m instantly annoyed with myself. I fumble around and locate a shirt beside my bed to wipe away the evidence of my embarrassing release.

I can’t believe that happened. This man hasn’t physically touched me and has that effect. I close my eyes and curl up into a ball. I rub my inner thigh. It’s almost as if I can feel a sore sensation on the spot where he bit me in my dream. My mind wanders off. I’m so exhausted that I don’t even realize I’ve fallen back into a deep sleep.

Chapter 10

I’m trying to ignore the fact that I woke up around 4:30 this morning with a full hard-on. There’s a first for everything. I’ve never been one to have vivid dreams, but I guess I left out the part where, since meeting Olive, I’ve dreamed about her often. It’s almost like my mind wants to physically brand my memory with every stunning feature she’s gifted with. And last night’s dream tops them all.

I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or thankful for the pleasurable experience. Olive would probably have nothing to do with me if she knew the details of my dream. I can still remember her soft skin beneath my fingertips. The feel of my hands wrapped around her perfectly shaped thighs, molding well in their place.

Her legs are quaking, begging for my touch. In one swift movement, her legs were resting on my shoulders. I placed one kiss on her left thigh; her body trembled beneath my grip. I was now in control of her sacred body. And respectfully, I wasn’t stopping until her undoing had us both gasping for air.

The look of lust and desire played across her face. Almost as if she had never experienced that kind of touch before. Seeing her need for me only fueled my burning desire for her. I trail my fingers down her smooth, toned stomach, goosebumps rising with each touch.

Both of us wanted, no, needed this moment. I swear she was in that same dream with me for a split second. Together, like our souls had already met in a past life.

Her eyes were so telling, letting me know what she wanted at that moment. I gently twirled small circles around her clit. She instantly hitched her back; it was so fucking hard not to cum from her body’s reaction to me. Her delicate hands found their way into my hair, gently tugging. I then, without hesitation, slid a finger inside of her. She was so tight around my finger and already wet for me. An enticing moan escaped her delicious lips.

This told me she wanted more, so I placed another finger deep inside her. I could feel her strong inner walls expand and tighten around my fingers. It took all of me not to remove my sweats and fuck her like a proper gentleman.

But right then, I wanted to watch every movement of her brilliant body while I pumped in and out of her. I desired to continue feeling her tight pussy beg for more. I so badly wanted to taste her on my lips. God, I know she tastes so fucking good. I stopped myself by lightly biting her inner thigh. Her skin was silky and smelled of coconut.

I could sense her climax approaching with every thrust I gave her. If she only knew the things, I could make her feel. I couldn’t help but to delicately suck and bite her thigh. I wanted to bite down harder. Honestly, I think she would have loved it if I did.

She quickly covered her mouth as muffled moans seeped through her fingertips. Holy fuck, just her cries alone could have made me crash in pleasure. Just as I felt her inner walls collapse around my thick fingers, I woke up and realized it was nothing more than a dream. I was left in my bed with a rock-hard dick and blue balls.

Maybe I’m a little ashamed to admit that I replayed the dream in my head while jerking one out. It’s a piss poor excuse, but I wouldn’t have been able to go back to sleep if I didn’t finish the deed. And I plan to take that to the grave with me.

The fucked-up thing is that I’ll never be able to look at a girl the same since Olive crept into not only my life but my dreams. At least, not until I see her again. She doesn’t realize the imprint she has already left in my mind. I won’t stop until I know more about her. I want to touch her and hold her.

This desperate need for her presence is scaring the fuck out of me. I haven’t felt whole since meeting her at that party. Like she unintentionally snatched a piece of my soul and took it with her.

Friday needs to show its face; the waiting is eating me alive. It doesn’t help that she’s a tough cookie to break. Something tells me she’s been through unimaginable events in her life. It sounds crazy that I hardly know this girl and want to be there for her in ways she’s never known. The thought of someone hurting her awakens a raging beast that sleeps deep within my soul. There’s a reason we found each other, and I’m determined to claim what’s mine.

Chapter 11

I never understood why people chant “Happy Monday.” Mondays are by far my least favorite day of the week. Which in return doesn’t make me happy. Maybe it’s because I dwell on its arrival on the weekends that I have off. Or it could be the fact that I am currently fifteen minutes away from my job right now.