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I’ve been lying in bed sobbing for what feels like hours when I hear him. I know it’s him. I can smell him. I can feel him. I don’t bother moving. I have the brief thought to tell him to leave. Instead, I just lie here as he climbs in behind me. He plucks me up and turns me over, wrapping his arms around me so my head is resting on his shoulder, my face buried into his chest.
“What are you doing here?” I sniffle.
“I couldn’t stand to sit outside your door and listen to you cry any longer. I’m sorry, Holly. So fucking sorry.”
“How’d you get in? I locked the chain.” That’s what I say? I literally have a shirtless Theo in my bed, and all I can think to say is:I locked the chain?
Wait, hold up. I have a shirtless Theo in my bed.My hands suddenly have a mind of their own, as they travel up and down the ridges of his torso. Shit, this is not good.
“Dolcezza, as much as I love you touching me, that’s not what I came in here for. I want to make you feel better. Tell me how to make you feel better.”
“I’m going to go to hell for this,” I whisper before I confess, “I want you to touch me, Theo. I want you to kiss me again. I want everything you’re promising.”
“That, I can do.” Theo smirks, slamming his mouth down hard on mine. His teeth nibble at my bottom lip until I open for him, his tongue greedily swirling around my own.
My hands continue to run up and down his body. I can’t get enough. It’s as if I’ve been set alight for the first time in my life, every nerve ending responding to his touch. I’m burning up. I need to get out of this sweater. Pulling away, I sit up and throw the material over my head. Next, I pull off my fluffy socks in a very unsexy-like movement.
I look back at Theo, who is just staring wide-eyed at me. A rush of self-consciousness seeps in, and I go to cover myself with the blanket.
Theo grabs my hands and holds them down at my sides. “Don’t. I want to look at every inch of you. I want to burn this image in my memory. You are fucking gorgeous, Holly. So fucking gorgeous I don’t know where to start.” He lifts my arms above my head, clasping both wrists in one hand. “I could start worshiping you here.” The fingers of his free hand trail down the side of my neck. “Or here,” he says as his tongue swipes across my right nipple before moving on to the left.
“Mmm, there is good.” My back arches off the bed, offering my breast to him.
“It’s better than good; it’s fucking magnificent.” He releases his grip on my wrists, using both of his palms to cup my breasts as his mouth explores and devours my nipples.
He takes his time. I’m a wet, writhing mess when one of his hands finally travels down my belly, right to my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” I’m so worked up I think I’m going to come. His finger rubs circles around my clit before dipping inside me. He adds another digit and pumps in and out. I feel my whole body tighten as I reach climax embarrassingly fast. “Ah, shit, fuck. Theo. Yes, there!” I ramble on.
“Holy Mother of God. I need to see it again,” he says, leaning in and kissing my lips.
“See what?” I’m confused…
“You, coming apart for me. I need to see it again. And again. And again. I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect.”
Theo settles himself between my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist, my fingers pulling on the belt of his pants. I finally get it undone and proceed with unfastening his button and fly. I reach my hand in and free his cock from the confines of his boxers. Wrapping my palm around the firmness, I stroke it up and down, collecting the precum on my fingers each time I reach the tip.
“Fuck, Holly, if you keep doing that, I won’t last another minute. And I need to be buried inside your pussy like I need air to breathe.”
I remove my hand and nod my head in agreement. “Yes, that. Do that. Now,” I urge him.
“Hold that thought.” I wait as he retrieves a foil packet from his pocket and slips his legs out of his pants. The room is dark, the only illumination coming from the streetlight seeping in from the window. But I can make out the silhouette of his body, watching as he rolls the condom on before he lines himself up with my entrance. He looks down, hovering above me. What is he waiting for?I squeeze my thighs around him and draw him in. I don’t need him to wait. I need to feel him inside me.Now. “You know this means you’re mine, right? I’m never gonna be able to let you go.” His voice is strained. Like he’s trying to hold back.
“Then don’t ever let me go.” I pull his mouth down to mine. He begins to move in and out of me. Slowly. I grow even wetter as my body becomes accustomed to his size.
I meet each thrust. I need more, but how do I tell him I want it harder? Faster? I’ve never been comfortable with sex. I’ve had it—obviously—but I’ve always been on the shy side, just going along for the ride. It’s been enjoyable, but I’ve never had the guts to ask for what I want.
As I’m contemplating this in my head, Theo stops thrusting and flips us over so that now I’m straddling him. I can feel him even deeper this way.
“I want you to take everything you need. Show me what you want.” I don’t think he understands what he’s asking of me. I can’t be in control like this. I don’t know how. “Don’t overthink it, Holly. Do whatever makes you feel good. Put my hands where you want them. Move in a way that feels good to you.”
“But what about what you want?”
“What I want is for you to enjoy this, because I plan on doing this again. So, don’t worry about me. Trust me when I say being buried balls deep in you feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.”
I close my eyes and start to move my hips back and forward. His hands slide up my waist and stop just before they reach my chest. I place my open palms on top of his and guide them up so they are cupping my breasts. He doesn’t need any more of a hint; he starts pinching and twisting at my nipples. My body arches and my hips move faster, my pelvis grinding down on his. I can feel the tingles all through my body. It’s so intense. I’m chasing a release I just can’t seem to catch. I’m about to give up when his hand dips lower. He pinches my clit, and that little twinge of pleasure-pain sends me soaring over the cliff.
When I come to, Theo is smiling up at me. “Fucking perfect. So fucking beautiful.” At this moment, I’m thankful for the darkness we’re cloaked in because I can feel the blush warming my cheeks. “Now it’s my turn. If at any stage it gets to be too much or too rough, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” I’m confused. Why would I tell him to stop? But before I can ask the question, I’m flipped onto my back. One of my legs goes up and rests on Theo’s shoulder, while he wraps the other around his waist. “You might want to brace yourself, dolcezza.” That’s the only warning I get before he starts thrusting into me. Hard and fast.
