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I pause and breathe, “Alright?”
She nods, but her eyes are wide, and her body is trembling underneath mine.
I cradle her cheek in my hand, stroking it with my thumb. “We can stop if you want.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I’m ready. Please.”
She raises her legs, squeezing my hips with her thighs. My cock is straining, twitching against her. I want her so bad, and she’s so fucking wet, it would be so easy to thrust into her, bury myself into the delicious heat of her.
But I hold back. I lower myself against her, lying heart to heart with her, kissing her mouth, then murmuring in her ear, “Relax, Theo.” Slipping my free hand between us, I caress the wet length of her pussy, the tiny bud of her clit. “Breathe for me, my darling, and relax.” I push against her slowly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you, I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you.” She relaxes against me, and I thrust in deeper. She’s so tight I can hardly bear it. My voice grows hoarse, almost breaking. “Ah, you’re taking me so well, darling. Theo. My darling fucking adversary, I— ” Words fall out of my mouth, a litany of pleasure and want as I push deeper into her. “You feel so good, I want you so much, I fuckingadoreyou, I—”
My hips meet hers, and then all I can feel is the hot wetness of her around my cock, her twitching thighs around me. I look down at her: her cheeks are crimson, her blue eyes a drowning ocean of want.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I speak in a ragged, reverent sigh.
I begin to move, then, slowly, giving her time to adjust. She squirms underneath me, her throat shuddering with each nervous breath. Her arms slide from my biceps to my forearms, caressing them, then grabbing them. I slow my thrusts, and she glares up at me.
“Fuck—” She gasps. “God, Zach, more. I n-need more. Please.”
It’s all she needs to say.
My self-control, already holding on by a thread, snaps.
I fuck her then—I fuck her with all the despair of not having her for myself, all the pent-up years of being held at arm’s length by her, of wanting her like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life. I fuck her with the desire of all the dreams I’ve had of her, of every time I’ve touched myself thinking of her. I fuck her until she’s screaming and clawing at my arms and chest with her nails. Until she throws her head back and her body arches off the bed and her thighs are shuddering uncontrollably around my hips.
Her pleasure is the cue to mine—I come with a sudden cry, burying myself deep inside her.
The rush of pleasure is overwhelming—it slams into me with terrifying force, and for a moment, I can do nothing but buck desperately into Theodora. My face is buried in her neck, and I kiss and bite down on the fragrant flesh in the animalistic urge to mark her.
When the waves of my orgasm recede, I slip out of her and discard my condom as she watches me. She props herself up on her elbows as if she’s about to stand, but I push her back with a rasping laugh.
“Oh no, my lustful angel. I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes widen as I kneel by the bed and grab her hips, pulling her effortlessly to me. Propping her legs on my shoulders, I kiss the creamy skin of her inner thighs, taking a sharp bite that makes her gasp. Then I lower my mouth on her, working her with slow, long laps of my tongue.
At first, she squirms and moans, and then her hips grow deadly still. I smirk up at her.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes, darling. Come for me, my Theodora.”
I caress her with my tongue on her and lick her until she’s throbbing against me, until her thighs suddenly clench around my head, until she’s thrusting against me like she’s trying to fuck my mouth, until her voice breaks into a long, pleading cry.
I hold her hips still, forcing her to fight against me as her orgasm washes through her, until she’s wrenching me away from her by a fistful of my hair. Then I laugh, harsh and wild, and I finally let go, grabbing her around her waist and rolling us both into the middle of the bed with her on top of me.
We lie entangled for a long time, catching our breaths. I stroke my hand up and down her back, relishing the sensation of her thighs still trembling uncontrollably.
I kiss the top of her head, then her shoulder, marvelling at the wonder of it, the wonder of kissing Theodora.
“Why did you lie about your first kiss?” I ask her through a sleepy yawn.
“Mm?” She lifts her head from my shoulder to give me a quizzical look.
“Why did you lie, that time, about kissing Luca?”
She laughs and takes my jaw in her hand. “Really? That’s what you’re worried aboutright now?”
Her hips are straddling my waist, the wetness between her legs smearing on my belly—a sensation that sends blood rushing back straight down to my cock.
“I’m not worried,” I tell her. “I’m curious. You know I have an inquisitive mind.”
