Page 58 of Stolen Kisses

Theo pulls away, grabbing myhand as hecontinues toward histruck. Even though he’s clearly in a hurry, he still takes the time to open my doorandhelp meup. Silence descends as Theo drives us home. One hand on the wheel, one resting on my thigh. The heat from his palm burning a brand onto my skin. I watch his forearm tense and move with each turn of the wheel. What is it about masculine forearms that’s such a turn-on? The thick sexual tension building in the car has me rubbing my thighs together in a useless attempt to ease the throbbing at their apex.

I startle as we pull to a stop. Looking out of the windscreen, I’m surprised to find we’re already home. Theo jumps down from the truck, moving swiftly around the front to open my door. I’ve got my seatbelt off, ready to hop out—I’m so primed for what’s about to happen. He almost drags me out of my seat, then presses me against the side of his truck with his hard body. I can’t miss the erection trapped behind the zipper of his jeans as he presses his groin against my soft tummy.

A car races down the street and a group of young guys call out of the window, “Yeah, give it to her!” Breaking our moment. Forehead to forehead, we both groan at the interruption.

“Your place or mine?” Theo pants against my lips.

“We can go to mi—”

Locking his truck before I can finish my sentence, he almost drags me to my front door. Fumbling with the key, I manage to unlock the door and we fall inside as Theo grabs my ass. “I love your ass. I love the way it moves when I fuck you from behind.”

My pussy clenches at his words, moisture coats my pussy lips as butterflies take flight in my stomach thecloserwe get to my bedroom. Giggling as we trip up the stairs, I manage to get a couple of shirt buttons undone, one pinging on the timber stairs as it tears away from the fabric. I’ll have to find it in the morning.

Crossing the threshold into my bedroom, we both move into action to remove each other’s clothes. Another shirt button pings on the timber floor as Theo manages to untie the knot at my waist. Myfleshpebbles as the air touches it, my nipples pressing against the delicate lacy fabric cupping them. My hands fly to Theo’s belt and I fumble in my rush to get it undone, snapping a fingernail in the process. He pulls back, out of my reach, his rough fingers gliding underneath the fabric still clutching my shoulders. I suck in my tummy the best I can. At least when I’m laying down, it looks somewhat flat.

“Don’t do that. I told you there’s no room for negative thoughts about your body between us. I love every single inch of you.” I wonder if he realizes what he just said. I’m sure he didn’t mean love as in‘love’, but it’s such a powerful word. Oblivious to my thoughts, he pulls the two sides of my dress apart. Slowly, he slides the flimsy fabric down my arms—his eyes full of appreciation for what he can now see. His gaze, like blue flames licking my body, sets me on fire; makingme feel sexy.

He brushes his fingers delicately over a pebbled nipple. Reverently. Worshipfully. Bending forward slightly, he breathes over the point before landing a gentle kiss. Thrusting my breasts forward, I grip his shoulder for support. He’s barely touched me, but he makes my knees weak, my heart race, and my breaths short.

“Sofucking beautiful, Em.” His eyes glance up at me before focusing back on my breasts. He gives my other breast the same treatment, then grasps one in each hand, squeezing them firmly. Gathering my wits, I continue my quest to undo hisjeans. Palming his dick on the outside ofthe stiff fabric, he groans into my cleavage. “You make me so fucking hard.”

I moan at his words. If he were to put his hand in my panties, he would know how wet he makes me with his words and his kisses. As if hearing my thoughts, he drops to his knees in front of me. Running his nosealongthe outside of my new panties, which I’m certain are soaked, he follows the path with his fingers then smiles up at me, one eyebrow raised. “Are you as ready as I am?”

I can only nod in answer, too far gone to form coherent words.

He nuzzles his nose back and forth across my covered clit, whispering, “Give me the words I need.” His hot breathsheat the tops of my thighs.So caught up in not collapsing at the knees, I don’t realize he’s waiting for an answer until he lightly nips the same spot. “Answer me.”

“I’m ready. Promise.” I bite my lip to keep in my moan as his finger skims beneath the elastic of my panties to caress my opening.

“Oh, yeah. You’re so fucking ready.” His voice has developed a gravelly quality.Sofreaking sexy.

Sliding his fingers into the waistband, he slowly, torturously drags my underwear down my legs, tapping each calf for me to step out. Using my grip on his shoulders, I maintain my balance—just. Kneeling at my feet, he looks up, only a slim ring of blue surrounding dilated pupils as he winks. He runs his fingers tenderly up the backs of my calves, keeping his eyes on mine before widening my stance to his liking. A slow grin spreads as he moves his head closer to my leg. Starting from my knee, he traces a path nipping and licking my inner thigh. Concentrating on first one, then the other, as if he’s got all night. I’m going to have to direct him where I want him if he doesn’t put me out of my misery soon. The trembling in my legs seems to clue him into my situation and he takes pity on me.

“Where do you want me, Peaches?” He kisses the crease between my thigh and pussy.

Sliding one hand into his hair, I gently guide his mouth where I want it most, pushing my hips forward to meet his lips. He huffs out a laugh, warm air caressing my tender lips before diving in like he didn’t just eat an enormous meal. The first swipe of his tongue against my clit sends electricity shooting through my body—arcing and shimmering.

“Ooooh,” I sigh on a breath. No longer able to hold my head up, I drop it back on my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the sensation as Theo’s tongue and fingers work me over. My fingers tighten their grip in his hair for purchase, my other hand squeezing his shoulder—hard. He thrusts a thick finger into my channel, draws it out, replacing one with two, stretching me deliciously. My legs tremble with the sensations he’s building as my heart pounds out a relentless beat. He presses thick fingers against my front wall as his tongue rubs and massages my clit in a beautiful rhythm. My pussy walls begin to tighten around his digits. Holding my breath, I let myself drop into oblivion, knowing Theo will catch me if I fall. My head spins and I have to remind myself to take a breath. Sucking in air, Theo’s roughened hands glide up the side of my body, his heat warming my front, followed by his mouth on mine. I eagerly open for him, my tastebuds immediately assaulted by the muskiness ofmycum on his tongueandI moan into his mouth.

With tongues tangling, I get lost.

Lost in Theo.

Lost in his tenderness and attention.

It’s something I’m not used to having directed at me.

Pulling back slightly, our lips still touching, he whispers, “I love making you come. Feeling your pussy tighten around me, trying to keep me inside.” He punctuates his statement with a kiss as he deftly unfastens my bra. With fingers hooked into the straps, he steps back slightly to remove the lacy covering, releasing my breasts from their confinement. The temptation to cover them, to hide the stretch marks from his eyes is overwhelming; to support them so they don’t droop quite so low. But Theo beats me to it. He drops my bra to the floor and immediately cups both breasts in his large, work-roughened hands.

He groans while I moan at the contact. I love having his hands on me, but it’s more than that. It’s the blatant desire that pours out of him for me, making me feel sexy. It’s been a long time since anyone’s made me feel even slightly desirable. Preston certainly made me feel extraordinarily self-conscious about my more pronounced curves since having the boys. Theo can’t seem to get enough of my curvy shape, his hands and mouth are constantly in contact with my body at every opportunity. His appreciation is evident in his arousal, in his kisses, his touches. He makes me feel more confident in my skin—it’s a gift I’ll cherish forever.

He’s still got too many clothes on. I shuck his shirt from his shoulders, tracing my hands down his biceps to his defined forearms as I slide the fabric away to revealtautabs. I remember the first day I saw them; never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d have the opportunity to touch them like this.

Touchhimlike this.

To be able to trace each indent with my fingers. My desire to touch him is overwhelming, so I decide to follow my fingers with my tongue as I trace each defined muscle. His muscles quiver as his fingersslideinto my hair, cupping my head.

So hard.Sodefined. He could easily be a fitness model.

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