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“My tongue will be giving you some pretty clear answers somewhere else in a little bit.”
My hands went to his chest and pushed him back. “We’ll see about that.”
His eyes flashed with admiration for a split second and then the lust took over. “I knew it. I knew you’d be a firecracker.”
“You have no idea what I’ll be and neither do I—yet.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
We walked down the hall to our suite at a brisk pace, wordlessly, without touching, both of us practically vibrating with desire.
As soon as he opened the door, he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall behind it, his bent knee positioned between my legs to hold me in place while he tore my blouse open. I let out a loud gasp before grabbing onto his thick sexy hair and smashed my lips against his. He undid my jeans with ease and his determined hand was inside my brand new panties.
He groaned, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it before. “You sure you aren’t turned-on by jealous assholes? You telling me it was that other guy who made you this wet?”
I bit his lower lip. He hissed and slid another taunting finger inside of me.
“Tell me.”
I shook my head and lowered it. He brushed my hair aside and held my face up with one hand so I could look directly into his dark, hooded eyes.
“You like being with me like this?”
I nodded. I didn’t know yet if my brain liked this side of him, but my body was not keeping any secrets from either of us. I finally understood what it meant to be turned-on. My whole body was awake and ready and powered-up, but only for Theo. As strange as it was for me to see him act so possessive of me, my body was his to possess and it had no problem with that.
He carried me over to the bedroom, lay me down on the bed and pulled my jeans off faster than I’ve ever managed to. He reached back to pull that Henley shirt off over his head, and dropped his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them, crawling towards me and then hovering over me like he was about to do a push-up. I looked down to see the massive bulge in his boxer briefs, and gulped.
He grinned, lowered himself down and kissed me. He swiftly maneuvered me around so that he was sitting up and I was straddling him. His hand squeezed my breast and his finger traced around my nipple. He licked it through the lacy bra, gently tugging at it with his teeth.
It wasn’t until we’d slowed down to kiss and touch each other with less fiery anger that it occurred to me that Theo may have been getting me all riled-up so that I wouldn’t feel nervous about this. It had worked. Until now.
“Whatever you’re thinking about right now—stop it.” he grumbled, as he reached around to unhook my bra.
“I think I just forgot how to do this,” I whispered.
“You’re in luck,” he said. “Because all of a sudden I can’t remember how to do anything else.”
From the way he consumed my breasts once they were fully exposed, I believed him. And I completely forgot that I was ever nervous. I leaned back and let him take me, devour me, any way he wanted to.
Eventually, his mouth traveled down from the top of my ribcage, to my belly, and then he licked and exhaled warm breath over my panties before taking hold of them with his teeth and pulling them down to my knees. He used one hand to drag them off the rest of the way, positioned himself between my legs, looked up at my bare lady bits, growled and muttered: “You should probably order up a movie and room service, I’ll be busy down here for a couple of hours.”
Hah. A couple of hours.The five times that Andrew went down on me he spent less than a minute tickling me with his tongue and then looking at me like he deserved a medal. What could Theo possibly do down there for a couple of hours?
Answer: A lot.
He did a lot.
Maybe not for two hours, but for a long time.
All that restraint he showed on the plane was replaced with hungry, urgent sucking and licking and swirling and flicking and thrusting, like his life depended on it. I made such a crumpled mess of the linens as I traveled on my back, up and down the bed, gripping onto the sheets, the pillows, the headboard, clinging to the bedspread with my toes, arching my back and crashing back down again. I may have lost consciousness at one point, and I actually thought I was going to die, because how could I go on living after experiencing so much intense physical pleasure from someone I cared about so deeply? He brought me to the brink so many times before letting me come, and afterwards I was just jelly, but I lay there knowing that I would have no trouble at all accommodating this guy’s huge erection.
I was right. He started slow. I wrapped one leg around him, held on tight to his biceps and opened my eyes because I wanted to see what he looked like now that he was actually inside of me. He was so beautiful. His long dark eyelashes fluttered as he winced. Once he was all the way in, he began thrusting, and my eyes stayed wide open becauseholy fuckIwas feeling things I had never felt before, in parts of me that I didn’t even know existed. I do mean that metaphorically, but also literally. Physically. Gynecologically. I had no idea a dick could fill me up and penetrate so deep inside of me.
Chloe was right—it didn’t matter how little experience I’d had while we were actually fucking because Theo was doing most of the work. I just tried not to pass out.
I was panting when he suddenly sat up on his knees and said huskily: “Let’s see if those yoga classes are paying off.”
I tried to open my eyes and lift my head up. “What?”There’s more?
His hand slid down my thigh and calf to my ankle and swiftly pushed my left leg to the side and then up to rest on his shoulder. “Well done,” he grinned. “Namaste.” When he pressed himself against the back of my leg, coming at me from a new angle, Iwasdone. Or was I undone?
