Page 78 of Shelter from the Storm

Her eyes widened, her head still shaking back and forth like crazy, though he didn’t think she was telling him no. It didn’t take a genius to realize this wasn’t something she’d ever experienced. The way she responded to him playing with her tits told him the asshole ex hadn’t done much there, either.

Then, something else occurred to him.

Climbing over her once more, he asked, “Gretchen…have you ever had an orgasm?”

She stilled, her silence and beet-red face answering his question.

“I…” she started. “I tried, but I couldn’t ever…get there. I guess there’s a lot of stuff broken inside of me.”

He scowled. “There’s not a single fucking thing broken in you. Nothing. However, I could list at least a million things broken in your fucking two-pump chump of an ex.” He’d spoken the words with more force, more heat than he’d intended, and he worried that he might’ve scared her.

That fear was for naught when Gretchen grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him hard. When she pulled away, she was smiling. “Thank you.”

“I haven’t even begun to earn your gratitude yet,” he teased. “Now lay down, kitten. Be a good girl and behave yourself.”

“Why is that so hot?” she whispered, more to herself than him, as she dropped back to the bed.

He chuckled, deciding that didn’t need a response.

It was time for action.

Theo pushed against her knees, which were clenched tightly to his hips. She complied, letting her thighs part more fully.

He lowered himself again, and while Gretchen offered no complaint this time, her shallow breathing let him know she was nervous.

Theo opened her labia with his thumbs, slowly blowing on her clit, his gaze taking in her reaction.

“God,” she muttered.

Theo took that as permission, dragging his tongue along her slit. Despite her obvious jitters, she was soaking wet and ready for him.

Gretchen clenched her hands in the duvet, her hips beginning to rise and fall as he teased her clit the same way he had her nipples.

“So good,” she breathed.

Theo nipped her clit, then dragged his mouth lower, dipping his tongue into her opening. Using one thumb, he rubbed her clit as he fucked her with his tongue.

Gretchen’s hands flew upward, gripping the headboard as she gyrated wildly beneath him. “Too good!” she cried.

That wasn’t a thing, but Theo understood why she might think so. She’d never experienced an orgasm. She didn’t know what was coming, didn’t understand what it meant to splinter into a million pieces, the pleasure so intense it felt as if you might die.

One of her hands returned to his head, half-heartedly trying to shove him away. “Seriously. I can’t take any more. It’s…it’s…”

He lifted his head and pierced her with a look. “You’re going to come in my mouth, then on my fingers, and then on my cock. You’re going to do that because you’re my good girl, and because you’re strong and brave, and you most definitely can take it. Now put your hands above your head like they were before and keep them there.”

Gretchen visibly swallowed, but she offered no argument or complaint. Instead, she obeyed, doing exactly as he asked.

Theo resumed his ministrations, driving his tongue inside her as he applied more pressure to her clit. Stroking faster, he gripped her hip to hold her firmly to the bed, lest she break his nose.

Most days, Gretchen held herself in check. After so many years of trying to make herself small or invisible, it made sense that habit would die hard.

None of those reservations were in play right now.

Gretchen writhed, out of control, crying out, the soles of her feet digging into the mattress as she sought more, practically demanding it with her movements.

“Oh my God!” she yelled, as he felt the first clench of her pussy. “Oh my God,” she repeated, her tone the perfect blend of shock, panic, and bliss. “Theo. Theo!”

She fell over the cliff, but he wasn’t finished with her. This woman had spent her entire adult life deprived of sexual pleasure. He was more than ready to help her make up for lost time.

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