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Theo drags his tongue up my slit and circles my sensitive nub. He doesn't tease me for long, lapping and sucking like this is his life's purpose.
I buck against Theo's face, harder and faster than before. My release is within reach as my legs tremble around Theo's head.
A gasp falls from my throat as he thrusts two fingers inside me. That’s the final straw.
“Theo. Oh fuck…I’m going to—”
My orgasm surges through me, washing over every inch of me like waves crashing onto shore. I rest my head against the headboard as my body slumps. My breathing slowly returns to a normal rhythm, while all the tension that was being held in muscles has dissolved.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
Theo pulls his fingers out and I whine. My sated body moves off him and melts into the bed beside him. Has this mattress always been so comfy? Or is it my body relishing in the post-orgasm glow? Either way, my insomnia won’t get the best of me tonight.
“You okay, Princess?”
“Yeah,” I say, yawning.
I move my body closer to his, the smell of sex coating the room. Theo kisses my forehead and climbs out of bed. I watch him saunter to the bathroom, both his ass and massive length on display. He comes back with a cloth, cleaning my sensitive pussy.
We both change into pyjamas—I’m wearing his shirt, while Theo has grey sweatpants on. “Are you trying to kill me? Grey sweatpants are—” I moan to finish the sentence.
Theo laughs, pulling me closer. “Baby, you need a break. Let’s watch a movie,”
I flick between Theo and the television mounted to the wall. We've been dating for six weeks and he is already gunning for boyfriend of the year.
“Any suggestions?” Theo asks.
I smile. “I was thinking,Aladdin.”
Chapter 37
Theodore Knight
Today we will win.
The Lakewood Devils are in the college football championship. Last week, we won our semi-final, earning a week off before the finale today.
The past week excitement has been running through my veins as well as my teammates. If they wanted to, some of the boys could have bounced from wall to wall.
Usually at big games, nerves control me. However, knowing I have the support of Jazmine and my father stops the anxious butterflies from living inmy stomach.
Jazmine and I went out to dinner with my dad last night, as he came a day earlier than my game.
Our relationship is progressing, we aren’t fully there, but we are both trying. Dad visited my mum’s grave two days ago, while I was with him on facetime.
We both cried, apologising to her for letting our relationship decay. When she died, we never spoke of her again. But I realise you can’t push things away or bottle up your emotions.
This is one reason I decided to see a therapist. The other is wanting to be the best partner for Jazmine. Both of us want to be supportive in the other’s journey but the only way to do that is to heal ourselves as well.
Jazmine asked Dr Gray to recommend a couple of people I may like. Now, I see Dr Perry every fortnight and I’ve learnt a lot about myself.
At first it was hard, trusting a stranger to help me but Jazmine has been amazing, she brought me a box of affirmations to use. I read one every day but today I created my own:today we will win.
I’ve repeated it over and over.
All my teammates are on the field for our last training session before the game. Although, I wouldn’t describe it as training, more like a get together between friends who have one common goal.
Jake and I have avoided each other, only speaking if it is necessary. I think he knows he was in the wrong but if Jake is going to keep to himself, I have no qualms being civil to him.
