Page 78 of The Problem with Falling
“I like that,” he told me, his voice rich with desire. “I like how wet you get for me.”
With my one free hand, I moved to the imprint of his cock, where it rested in his sweats. I then slid my hand into his sweats,under his boxers, and gripped his massive cock in my hands. My thumb circled the head of his cock as he released a grunted moan. I smiled. It was nice to know that the control went both ways. He controlled me, and I controlled him.
“You like that, friend?” I said, sitting up on my elbows as I stroked him up and down.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he nodded. “Yes,” he muttered.
I trailed my tongue against his neck and kept stroking him as he fingered my dripping pussy. “You like how you make me feel?”
“Fucking hell, I love it, Willow… I love this so fucking much.”
He slid my jeans and thong off completely before pulling down my tube top, exposing my breasts. His tongue swept across my right nipple before he began sucking it while he picked up the speed of his fingers gliding in and out of me. He worked my pussy as if it were his full-time job and he was in search of overtime as he cherished my nipples with his mouth.
I hurriedly slid off his pants and boxers because I wasn’t certain I could go another minute without him in me, without him filling me up, thrusting deep inside of my core. I wanted to see it in his eyes, too. I wanted to witness him losing himself and finding him while he lived inside me. I wanted to bring him to the edge of his orgasm, then make him beg for more. I wanted to climb on top of him and rest my hands against his chest as I rolled my hips back and forth against his cock.
I wanted him to flip me over and slide into me from behind. From the side. With his arm tightly pinned around my neck.
I wanted him to own me.
And he did.
The moment Theo slid his cock inside my wet pussy, I pulsed around his hardness. He inched in slowly at first, making sure I was comfortable the whole time.
“You’re so tight, Willow. Fuck me, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled against me, wrapping his arms around my back as he pounded into me. My mind couldn’t even begin to consider responding to him because it felt too good to try to discover words. My arms wrapped around him, and my fingernails dug into his skin beneath his T-shirt. I was certain when we’d finished, he’d have marks all across his back, reminding him that I was there.
I liked that idea.
I liked the idea that I marked him.
I liked even more how he worked my body and my soul.
Theo lifted me without hesitation and laid me over the edge of the couch. His hand wrapped around my neck, stabilizing me as he drilled his cock into my pussy. He picked up his speed and depth, making me cry out with the utmost pleasure. He didn’t stop going to work until I reached my climax.
Again.
And again.
And again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out, pounding my hand against his back as I orgasmed hard against him, losing myself as I found true bliss. I didn’t know friendship could feel so good until Theo showed me over and over and over again.
He flipped me onto my stomach, and I arched my back for him as he slid into me from behind. His hands landed against my shoulders as he pounded me more and more. His grunts and growls showed me that I wasn’t the only one having the time of my life as I backed my ass up against him. I kept grinding up on him as he fucked me as if it were our last day on the planet and he wanted to make sure we both went out on a high.
I moaned out his name as I hit another orgasm. He wrapped my hair in his hands and pulled me toward him. His mouthgrazed against my ear as he said, “I know, baby. I know,” in response to my moans.
I loved how he felt inside me. I loved how he filled me up. I loved the thrusts, the grunts, and the control he had over my body, mind, and spirit.
“Willow…shit… I’m going to…” he groaned, wrapping an arm around my neck, pressing his body against mine. He couldn’t finish his sentence as he thrust hard into me, seconds away from finding his own orgasm. As he grew closer and closer to completion, I begged for all of him. Each inch, every thrust, every drop.
He gave it all to me, too, as he reached his orgasm.
Theo lay on top of me for a moment, breathless, as he gathered himself.
“Holy…” he murmured.
“Shit,” I finished.
I turned around to face him as he slid out of me.
