Page 99 of Until I Have You

Theo grabs my wrist and guides my hand back so that his cock is standing at attention, like a pole for me to work down.“Come on.Take me.All at once if you can.”

Oh, I definitely can.

I lift myself on my knees and pull my panties aside, letting my glistening center hover over the head of his cock until it hits my opening.And, as instructed, I take him all at once, slamming myself down onto his full-length.

It shocks us both, the tightness, the fullness, the stretch.

Theo grabs my thigh so hard it hurts, his mouth falling open and head bending back into the sand.“Bloodyhell, Abigail.”

I have no words, almost like his cock has reached all the way up to the base of my throat.

Over the weeks we’ve been apart, all I’ve been doing is missing him.Now that he’s inside me, filling me up so completely, I understand theextentto which I missed him.

Entirely.

I get my bearings and begin to ride him as he asked, tipping my head back to a sky full of stars.

From the tent far down the beach, the music blasts, and there is a series of screams of delight.

Theo grabs the front of my dress and pushes it up so he can watch my pussy swallow him over and over.He presses his hand to my belly, contracting the space inside me even more, causing my hips to jerk.“Good girl.Show me how I make you feel.”

I lean back and grab his thighs, sliding up and down his cock.

“Bloody hell, yes, like that,” he groans through clenched teeth.

Our hips collide over and over.

I lose myself.Where I am.WhoI am.

Because when Theo and I are together, we are all that exists.

Whyhave I chosen him?

Because I have to.

Theo grabs onto my thighs and pulls me so far down onto him that it’s hard to tell where he ends, and I begin.“Right here, darling.Work itright here.”

I grind back and forth on him, holding in my every whimper and cry.

Theo wriggles his thumb in between us to give me something to work my clit against.

“Yes, yes, like that.”

I press my hands onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

The orgasm is inching up on me, an incremental build.

“Look at me, Abigail.Look in my eyes.”

I do.

And a current of emotion whips through me.One that spurs tears from my eyes.

“You feel so good,” I sob.

“That’s it.All for you.Let it out.”

I do.The tears rush down my cheeks.

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