Page 28 of The Rhythm of their Souls

Without hesitation, he runs two fingers over my center, triggering my back to arch. I lean my head back and rest my lips against his neck, unable to control my breathing.

He runs small circles right where I want him.

“Do you feel how my body reacts for you, Theo?” I moan, barely able to form words.

He answers my question by pushing one finger inside me. My head falls back on his chest. I pull my arm up over his shoulder and grab onto the back of his neck. Then I take my other hand and grip his forearm, feeling his muscles tighten with every pleasurable plunge he feeds my pussy. Fuck, this is too good.

Theo with no regret slides in a second finger, curling both inside me. Pure ecstasy builds from my inner walls. I have no control over my body right now, Theo has ruthlessly taken over every nerve that consumes my nervous system by continuing to finger fuck me.

I buck my ass against him wanting to feel friction anywhere I can between us. I’m trying my damnedest to fight the release that is building in my core. I don’t want this consuming rapture to end.

Without warning, he slowly pulls his fingers from inside me. Looking up, I study as Theo lifts his hand to his mouth. Cutting his eyes to mine, he licks the two fingers that have evidence of my arousal all over them. Watching him thoroughly enjoy the taste of me almost causes me to orgasm.

Theo grips my chin with urgency, bringing our mouths together he mumbles deeply into my lips, “I want you to taste just how fucking delicious you are.” Holy shit.

He takes his middle finger and runs it across my swollen lips, never taking his gaze from mine. And as if he was starving for more of my taste, he latches onto my bottom lip sucking it into his mouth. A pleasurable yelp slides from my lips, and Theo lets out a heavy moan in return.

“I’m ready for you to cum for me, Olive,” he grits out. God, I want no other man to say my name but Theo.

He yanks my sundress back up and begins rubbing small circles around my wet, achy clit, adding pressure behind each motion. In one quick movement, Theo’s fingers find their way back inside me, pumping with relentless force.

Lust-filled kisses plant along my exposed neck. Heaviness forms around my sensitive spot, causing my breaths to become unhinged. I can’t hold back any longer; my undoing is ready to surface.

My vision becomes blurry as I ride out an unexplainable high that I don’t want to come down from. Theo is a drug worth craving. His pumps grow faster and harder, with no breaks in between. The intensity of my orgasm leads me to cry out.

I crash so hard like the waves that my legs give out on me. Theo wraps his free arm around my upper stomach, right under my breast saving me from collapsing in the sand.

I give myself a moment to gain back full consciousness. I know how cliche that sounds, but I’m not bullshitting you when I tell you, it was that damn delicious. You know it was a good climax when it feels like your heart is pounding its way out of your vagina. And to be honest, I’m a little embarrassed at how intense it was.

It makes me wonder how sex is with Theo, like holy shit would I be able to survive it? Or would that be what takes me out of this sick world? I can picture it now on my gravestone. Olive Sage Landers passed from intercourse.

“Is everything okay, Olive?” Theo asks with concern in his voice.

I snap my eyes back up to him, realizing I was in my own little world for a second. I give him a genuine smile. “Yes, no, everything is good.”

He offers me his best smile before placing a single, sensual kiss on my cheek. “What are you thinking about in that cute little head of yours?”

I let out a long sigh. “I think you weren’t lying when you said you were good with your hands.” I feel my cheeks warm up from my answer.

He lets out the cutest laugh, but then his expression morphs into something sort of intimidating. Theo leans into me, gently locking his hand into the back of my hair. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Wait until I show you what else I’m good at.”

Chapter 17

I could sit here all night under this pier, watching her. How can someone masking so much be this beautiful? She’s caught me countless times staring at her, and I refuse to look away. I want her to see what I see when looking at her. Her admiration of all the simple things is hypnotizing. She’s like an old soul trapped in a corrupt world.

Most people come to the beach to sit and stare at their phones or to snap pictures to post on social media, not even enjoying their surroundings. Olive is different. Observing her the last couple of days, I’ve noticed how she takes each moment down to every breath.

Seeing her like this excites me, and I am fortunate to know her and to have the chance to dig deeper. Fuck the ocean; she is a view worth exploring.

A smile creeps across my lips, watching her stare at the moon. I notice her fidgeting with the bracelet she bought at the beach shop. She’s holding the small moon pendant between her fingers. I first spotted it when we were standing at the end of the pier. I wonder what value it has; it seems sentimental to her.

I clear my throat before blurting out, “May I ask what the bracelet means to you?”

She quickly looks down at it, rubbing her thumb over the front of the pendant. I see a smile appear along her soft lips.

She focuses back on the moon and responds, “Growing up, my sister Nora and I had a treehouse that we’d play in. We often watched the moon together from our little window; it became our little tradition in a way. We’ve always had a fascination with the moon, Nora especially.

“And as cliche as it sounds, those small memories in my childhood were some of the best. And in some scenarios, they are the only good ones.” Her expression hardens for a moment, and then she relaxes, almost like she had memories surface that she wanted to keep at bay.