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It’s an addicting sort of torture, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, and it takes a few solid breaths before I get used to the feeling of his fullness. But even then, there’s a delicious bite of pain in every stroke. Like our first kiss, the pleasantries are gone, overridden by a desperation to feel everything, and my body responds, lightning sprawling up my limbs, begging for more.
His name is a whimper on my lips, the clear indication of what I want staining the singular syllable.
Theo’s hands slide across my waist, over my breasts, and up my forearms as he leans forward. The position causes him to fill me to the hilt, and I suck in a sharp breath, attempting to adjust my hips to the new angle.
He threads his fingers through mine, squeezing tight, another wicked smile curling his lips. The faint scent of my arousal still mingles with the mint of his breath as he stares down at me, his pupils washing out every ounce of color.
“That’s it, mama.” He straightens, drawing out as he goes before pushing back in slower, morphing my erratic breaths into wild moans. “Take it for me.”
My cunt clenches around his words while he continues his long strokes, his piercing dragging against places that make my entire body shudder.
Until now, sex has been sex, an orgasm an occasional bonus. At least, that’s what I think complacent people like me tell ourselves when it lacks luster. But after this, I know better.
Theo’s overwhelming presence as he looms over me is more than just sex. It’s what I always saw in my movies and wanted for myself. Only with him, it’s so much better—so much more.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he grits out, letting one of his hands drift down to my breast. Keeping his strokes steady, he plays with each hard bud, rolling them under the pad of his rough thumb before pinching them. “And your responses only prove your body was designed for me.”
My eyes connect with his as he continues to pluck at my sensitive nipples. Each one sends jolts of pleasure that settle low into my core, adding to the growing ache budding there.
“You’re mine, Olivia.” Theo’s voice is low now, almost as if the declaration is him showing me his insecurity. The notion he thinks after this I’d be anything but, squeezes my heart painfully. So when his eyes finally flit back to mine, and he says, “I need to hear you say it,” I don’t hesitate to oblige.
My hands grip his face, and I draw him down to me, our gazes locked together. “I’m yours, Theo. All yours.”
It only takes a beat for the five words to sink into his skin before he smashes his lips to mine.
This kiss is somehow more intense than any other we’ve shared. Each lash of his tongue like words he can’t seem to articulate, every nip of his teeth a feeling he’s always had to hold back. And I meet every one with emotions of my own.
An apology for making him wait, for not realizing what I was missing out on. Happiness that he was so patient. Joy he still wants me. Appreciation for how much he does. And a growing fondness that stems so much further than just having him drive me into delirium.
Before I realize what’s happening, he slides out of me, leaving me empty and my body mourns the loss.
But then he strips from his button-down, each one taking painstakingly long despite the quick movement of his fingers. Then goes his undershirt, exposing a broad chest and muscular stomach that was toned over years of carrying people from the pool.
Finally, he slips from his pants and briefs, giving me a full show of all that makes up Theo Beckham.
He’s all muscle, tan skin, and veiny forearms, and I thank whoever it was that decided I was made for him.
Despite my lips being dry, my mouth waters as my gaze flashes down to his stiff erection, slightly gleaming from my arousal. I felt around his cock when it was down my throat, but with how high I was off my own orgasm, I didn’t really get to study it. “Can I see the piercing?”
One side of his mouth quirks up, his dimple making an appearance. “Of course.”
He wraps a hand around his cock and lifts, showing me the underside, and I quickly realize where all the extra simulation is coming from.
There are two barbells at the tip, one horizontal and one vertical just beneath the lip of the head, and another bar going across underneath.
“Oh.” My eyes continue to take it in, my libido somehow going into overdrive from simply looking at it.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“Good.” He chuckles, releasing his hold and jutting his chin toward the headboard. “I want you up there now.”
Without hesitation, I scoot backward, but stop when he shakes his head. “I’m going to sit there. I want you on top. I’m interested in something.”
My brows furrow as I sit up. “Interested in what?”
He winks before positioning himself at the head of the bed, his back against the metal rails. “It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you.”
