Page 59 of Three Pucking Wedding Dates

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah,” I manage to say between shaky breaths. “I just…I need a moment.”

“Take all the time you need.” Theo rises from the bed, removing the towel from his waist. He stands there, gloriously naked, and smirks as if a wicked idea crosses his mind. “How about a shower? You up for it?”

“Didn’t you just take one?” I ask, still attempting to catch my breath.

He grins slyly at me. “I don’t mind taking two.” With that, Theo scoops me up in his arms, making me instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. The strength in his embrace is both reassuring and thrilling, and a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine.

“Alright,” I agree, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he carries me to the bathroom.

The cold water shocks my system as Theo steps into the shower, still holding me close. I gasp and try to wriggle free from his grip, but he tightens his hold on me, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

“Relax, it’ll warm up,” he promises, his voice low and soothing.

“Easy for you to say,” I grumble, wincing slightly at the chilly water hitting my flushed skin. True to his word, though, the water quickly turns warm, cascading down our bodies in a comforting embrace.

He smirks, tilting his head toward mine, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together in a familiar rhythm, and I can’t help but get lost in the sensation. As we continue making out, the water streaming around us, I feel him shift, adjusting his position.

Theo presses himself against me, his hardness lining up with my entrance. He breaks the kiss just long enough to gaze into my eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear. All he finds is desire and trust.

He pushes forward, sinking deep inside me. We both groan at the exquisite sensation—me from the delicious fullness, him from being enveloped in my warmth.

“God, Oakley,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he begins to move.

The sound of his pleasure sends a shiver down my spine, making me want more. I need to feel all of him, and I’m not afraid to let him know. “Harder, Theo,” I demand, arching my back and tightening my grip on his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he pants, concern flickering in his eyes even as his body trembles with the effort of holding back.

“Absolutely,” I confirm, my voice filled with conviction. “Don’t hold back.”

He nods, determination replacing concern, and then he’s thrusting into me with renewed vigor. My body responds to his every touch, desire and pleasure building like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over me at any moment.

“God, Theo!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back as the intensity of our connection overwhelms me. And though we’re surrounded by water, it’s not enough to extinguish the fire burning between us—a fire that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

Theo’s thrusts become more forceful, plunging into me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

“More, Theo,” I beg, my nails digging into the muscled planes of his back. I can’t get enough of him—this connection between us feels so right. It’s like our bodies were made for each other, locked together in perfect harmony.

“Like this?” he asks, increasing his pace, driving into me harder and faster. I gasp, unable to form words, only able to nod in response.

“Yes, just like that,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the steady drumming of the shower.

As Theo continues to push in and out of me, our bodies slick with sweat and water, I feel the coil inside me tighten, signaling my impending climax. Every nerve ending screams with pleasure, the sensations threatening to consume me entirely.

“Look at me, Oakley,” Theo orders, his voice strained with effort. Our eyes lock, the intensity of his gaze amplifying the electric connection between us.

“Are you close?” he questions, his fingers gripping my hips even tighter.

“Y-yes,” I stutter, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. “I’m so close, Theo.”

“Let go for me, Oakley,” he urges, his own control teetering on the edge. His words are all it takes—the dam breaks within me, releasing a tidal wave of ecstasy that crashes through my body, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Theo follows shortly after, his release evident in the way his body tenses before he lets out a guttural moan. As we cling to each other, shuddering in the aftermath of our passion, I marvel at how right this feels.

Beads of water race down my body as the warm spray from the showerhead washes over me, washing away the remnants of our passion. Theo’s hands are gentle but insistent as he runs them over my skin, massaging soap into a lather before rinsing it away.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, his voice low and tender.

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