Page 103 of Shelter from the Storm

For several minutes, Theo locked his knees and held on for dear life as she fucked him with her mouth. He was on the cusp of coming when he used his grip in her hair to push her away.

Gretchen frowned, then resisted his tug, trying to take him back into her mouth.

“Not this way. As much as I want to paint those pretty lips of yours with my come, I want to fuck you more.” Releasing his grip on her hair, he bent over to help her rise, then kicked off his jeans and shoes. With his hand on her back, he intended to guide her into the bedroom.

He didn’t make it any farther than halfway across the living room before he spun her away from him and pushed her over the arm of the couch.

Gretchen gasped in surprise, then delight as he pushed up the skirt she’d worn to dinner, around her waist. Tugging her panties to one side, it took him less than five seconds to slam inside her.

They groaned together.

While they hadn’t explored many sexual positions, they’d both professed a preference for doggie style. He thrust again, then tilted his hips, stroking her G-spot as she dug her fingers into the couch cushions, urging him to take her harder.

Gretchen wasn’t a passive lover, always finding ways to drive their passion higher. With her grip on the cushions, she pushed herself back, meeting him on every return, driving him deeper. Her body was made for him…everything about her was.

“Mine,” he said through gritted teeth. Her blowjob had pushed him too close to the edge for this to last long. Not that Gretchen was far behind.

He reached around her, stroking her clit. He saw stars when her pussy clenched down on him so tight it fucking hurt. In the best. Possible. Way.

“Jesus, kitten. You’re killing me.”

His fingers tightened on her hips as he plowed in and out.

Gretchen—thank God—got there a split second before him. He always tried to make sure she came first, but tonight, he’d been certain he was going to fail.

Her inner muscles milked every drop of come from him, electricity sparking up and down his spine.

He hovered over her for several minutes, both of them quiet as they fought to find their way back.

Theo winced when he saw the bright red marks on her hips from his grip. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, as he ran his fingers over them gently.

Gretchen giggled as she glanced down at her body. “You and I have very different definitions of the word hurt. I’m fine, Theo. Better than fine.” She pushed herself upright, until she was standing in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him down so that she could kiss him.

They remained there, him bare from the waist down, her surprisingly still dressed as her skirt had slipped down over her legs.

Taking her hand, Theo led her to the bedroom and this time, they made it. They undressed each other slowly, kissing and touching as they did so.

Climbing beneath the covers, they assumed what Theo called their sleeping positions, him on his back, her nestled against him, using his chest as her pillow, her arm draped around his waist.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I already told you, kitten, you don’t have to thank me for orgasms,” he joked, perfectly aware that wasn’t what she was referring to.

She gave him a breathy laugh, then looked up at him. “Most of my life, I’ve done everything on my own. It felt wonderful to have someone help me for once.”

“Forever,” he corrected.

For the first time, she didn’t give him an amused, exasperated look when he talked about their future.

Instead, she gave him the greatest gift he’d ever received.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Theo cupped her cheek. “Say it again. Louder.”

Gretchen blinked a couple of times, her lashes wet. “I love you, Theo Storm. No doubts, no fears.”

Theo kissed her softly. Everything about this moment was perfect, and he wished they could live here forever.

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