Page 59 of Strange Seduction
“Exactly,” he echoed, voice lower now.
We stared at each other in the silence that followed, the air between us suddenly charged.
“Make it quick,” I muttered, already leaning in.
The kiss landed hard. His mouth crashed into mine, and my back hit the marble countertop behind me. He tried tugging at the hem of my dress, cursing softly under his breath.
“I doubt you’ll get it off me,” I breathed against his mouth. “It’s basically a second skin.”
“I don’t need it off.” His hands were already moving—hooking under my panties and dragging them down with practiced ease.
“Just these,” he murmured, voice ragged.
“Fuck.”
They hit the ground, and before I could think too hard, he was lowering himself to his knees.
“I need you to ride my face, Sweetness,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“Theo…”
His eyes flicked up, dark and pleading.
“Please. All I can taste is that unseasoned-ass white people food. I need a palate cleanse.”
Oh my God.
“Please, please, please.” He begged between kisses. “It’ll feel so good for both of us. Please.”
“So damn needy,” I rolled my eyes, playfully. “Okay. But you know I can’t keep quiet.”
“You don’t have to.”
And with a wicked grin, he grabbed my panties from the floor and shoved them into my mouth. The silk between my teeth muffled the moan that broke out of me as his mouth met my clit. Hot, open, hungry.
Theo groaned like he’d been starving, and I was something he’d been craving for days, weeks, and years. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging in, anchoring me to his face like he never wanted me to move again.
I braced one hand against the mirror behind the sink, the other tangled in his hair, trying to keep my balance as he licked into me with slow, devastating precision. Every flick of his tongue was deliberate.
This wasn’t just for me. This was for him, too.
His shoulders flexed as he pulled me closer and dragged me farther down into his mouth until my legs started to tremble. I whimpered behind the panties, hips jerking against his face as I gave him what he asked for. He didn’t ease up. If anything, he doubled down, groaning like he could feel me falling apart.
My vision blurred, my breath catching somewhere between disbelief and bliss. I was seconds from cumming, right there on the bathroom counter of a party I hadn’t even wanted to attend.
My name broke from his mouth like a prayer.“Sweetness…”
He eased the panties out of my mouth just in time to hear me cry out his name. In a sudden movement, he pulled me into hislips, swallowing my cries and giving me full access to the taste of me that lingered on his tongue.
My knees gave, and he caught me, pulling me into his chest as he stood, arms wrapped tight around me. I felt the growing bulge in his pants as he made sure no air was left between us.
“You okay?” he whispered as he pulled away, kissing the side of my face, breath still uneven.
I nodded against his chest, still trying to remember how to breathe. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet…” he smiled, brushing my hair behind my ear, “you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
