Page 110 of Until Him

His hand fists roughly in my hair as he pumps into me.

“Jesus, this feels so fucking good,” he moans.

He leans over me again, his thrusts short and quick as he bites his way across my shoulders.

“Not going to last,” I cry out as he pegs my prostate over and over.

“Me either,” he huffs and then pushes up and fucks me so deep my eyes cross. I spit in my hand and stroke the head of my cock until suddenly my come spills from me, hitting the floor as Theo releases inside of me. His orgasm goes on for a while as he shakes and trembles and groans behind me.

Then he slumps over me, his cock still inside, his cheek pressed against my sweaty back.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Yes. Yeah. That was…hella good.”

His lips brush my spine, and he gently slips from me.

I just rest my forehead on my arm, trying to catch my breath, trying not to pass out.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling his pants up and brushing a hand across my lower back.

“I just need a minute. A little lightheaded.”

“Want me to grab you some water?”

I glance up at him and shake my head, a smile forming on my lips. “Nah.”

His lips twitch a little and he runs a finger up my side.

“You didn’t bring the clamps.”

“Shit,” I mutter. I’d forgotten them in all the excitement to get out here.

Theo bends down, swipes up my discarded pants, and holds them out to me. I take them, standing up on shaky legs.

“We’re doing that again. But with the clamps,” I say.

He shuffles before me and I frown. “Did you like it? Really?”

“I did. I really did, I swear. I just…I just still can’t believe you let me,” Theo says.

I reach out and stroke his cheek softly and then bring my lips to his for a tender kiss.

“I will always let you. I want to do everything with you.”

He takes my other hand in his and brings it to his mouth, kissing it softly. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he’s looking at me, like maybe he adores me, makes my heart skip. Yeah, Theo, I knew you felt it too. If only I could get you to admit it.

I suddenly feel very tired; I guess amazing sex will do that. I pull on my shirt, quickly wipe up the mess I made and tug him toward the greenhouse door.

I just want to spend the rest of the night tucked in bed with him.

“Do you think your parents heard?” he whispers.

“Who the fuck cares?”

Little does he know, I’ve heard the shit they’ve done. They even have a sex playlist. I’m traumatized for life. Any time I hear “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin, I run from the room screaming.

Well, payback is a bitch.

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