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“I want you…”
I let out a gasp.
“That can be arranged.” His smirk turns devilish. “Starting with getting you out of this jumpsuit.”
He motions for me to stand up, and after a slight bit of hesitation, I do. The way he leans back on his elbows, giving me a view of his sculpted body, is all the encouragement I need to get out of this contraption as fast as humanly possible. I undo the buttons under my right armpit, sliding the ruffled sleeves off my arms. The fabric is a bit tight over my stomach, so I do some sucking in as I slide it down my torso. I wince slightly as it comes down my hips, forcing myself not to imagine how my awkward shuffling must look in Theo’s eyes. But when I chance a look at his face, my eyes don’t make it past the noticeable bulge in his boxer briefs.
My mouth lifts in a smirk of my own. Once the jumpsuit is off, his hands are on me, pulling me back down onto the bed. His body covers mine as he pins my wrists on either side of my head. He kisses down my neck again, then travels to the curve of my shoulder and my heaving chest. My hand tangles in his hair as I try to calm my breathing. One of his trails the space between the cups of my bra, his lips featherlight on the top of my cleavage.
“Front clasp,” he notes, flashing teeth. He unhooks it with a quick flick of his wrist, my breasts filling his hands in no time. “God bless.”
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan when his thumbs circle my peaked nipples. The motion sends hot signals straight to my core, desire pooling in my most sensitive places. My hands tug on his hair, and I’m rewarded with a sound of his own leaving his lips. I lift my knees up to his sides, inching myself closer. But he’s too tall, and there are too many inches of space between our bodies for my liking.
I lose my train of thought when his tongue is added to the mix, circling one nipple before sucking. A shaky breath is dragged from my lungs, more of a pant than a moan. His other hand pinches my other nipple in time with his mouth, and this time I do moan. Loudly. And then again when his mouth replaces his hand. Perfect, head-spinning symmetry. Then his head moves lower, kisses trailing down my torso, until he rests between my spread legs.
“Condoms?”
“Nightstand. First drawer,” I tell him, motioning my head to the left. He pulls open the drawer, retrieving the wrapped foil. My brows crease when he sets it down on the bed beside me, but when his hand dips low inside my panties, I let out another involuntary moan.
“Shit, babe.” His voice is raspy, lips hovering just below my ear. “I thought it was gonna take you longer to get this wet.”
I don’t say a word, because I’m physically incapable of speaking. His fingers work in slow circles over my clit, teasing in the most excruciating way possible. My next groan is one of utter sexual frustration. His hand either needs to go faster, or I need him inside me for this ache to ease. He lets out a chuckle, as if torturing me amuses him.
“Theo,” I breathe as his fingers work faster, but not nearly as fast as I need him. “God, you’re such a tease.”
He lets out a breathy laugh at that, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue slides against mine before immediately dipping out and leaving me high and dry. I let out another frustrated groan, burying my face in the pillow to resist a full-blown scream. He only laughs harder at my suffering.
“So needy, Marcela,” he chides. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Fuck me so hard I forget my own name and yours, I hope.”
I had no idea I could be so crass, but until now, I never knew I could be this sexually frustrated, either.
“I must not be doing this properly if you’re still capable of complete sentences,” he says, and it’s my turn to laugh this time. His hand leaves my center, dragging my soaking panties down my legs until they’re completely off. He eases himself between my spread legs, his body inching down until his face is right there, and every muscle in my body coils with wild anticipation.
Is he going to…?
“Let’s rectify that, shall we?”
“Oh god!” The words leave my mouth of their own accord when he kisses the folds of my pussy, spreading them open with his tongue. Another flick of his tongue, and I’m seeing stars. I close my eyes, the image of him between my legs too much to bear. But he’s not going to let me off the hook that easy.
“Open your eyes, Marcela.”
I do, and it’s too much. His smirk is cocky, eyes shining with mischief as he licks up my clit, holding my gaze. I moan again, rocking my hips into his face for more. Good god, when did I become this person? It’s embarrassing how much I need this. He reaches up to hold my hips in place, his tongue working in fast circles right where I’m aching for him most. My hands clutch at the sheets for purchase, knuckles turning white until the orgasm crashes over me, leaving me shaking.
I doubt I’ll ever be able to look him in the face properly again. My bones are liquefied. My limbs have turned to jelly, and I’m quite sure my body temperature will never regulate with him around. And we haven’t even had sex yet.
But that’s about to change—thank god—very soon. He reaches for the condom beside my head, ripping through the foil and covering himself in one smooth motion. “Are you comfortable like this? I don’t wanna smother you.”
I feel as though he might in this position, but I’ve also never been confident in my body enough to be on top. He’s made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that he wants me, and not despite or because of my size. Ever since we started this whole arrangement, he’s made me feel desired in a way I never have before. As if sensing my hesitation, he adds, “We can just try it out. If you’re uncomfortable in any way, we’ll stop.”
Maybe it’s the softness of his eyes or the caring in his expression, but I nod. He rolls us over until I’m on top of him, and he helps guide our bodies together. Once I settle over him, I let out a moan at the feel of him. I didn’t think I’d
be able to start up again so soon, but the new position allows for more control, to feel him more deeply inside me. My hands settle on his hips as I sink myself down, painstakingly slow, until we’re both wincing.
Slowly, I begin to move my hips up and down. He lets out a groan, hands gripping my ass to help my movements quicken. Oh god, the friction is almost enough to drive me over the edge, but his hand reaches down to circle my clit in fast, unforgiving movements.
I can’t take it. The orgasm hits fast and hard, my shaking legs unable to hold me upright anymore. His hand settles at the small of my back to roll us over, and Theo takes control. He uses his elbow to hold himself up so he’s not completely crushing me, and his hips resume movement. Did I… there’s no way I could’ve possibly finished before him. Did I just have my first multiple orgasm moment?
