Page 114 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
“Such a good girl, taking it like you do. So perfect. This mouth. Everything.”
Theo hadn’t gone limp before he pulled out of my mouth and scooped me off the floor. He spun with me in his powerful arms and took three steps across the room to prop me on top of the long dresser that sat on the far wall. He left my butt barely hanging to the edge.
He hooked one of my heels to the wood, spreading me at the same second his mouth dove into mine.
His tongue was as desperate as his cock had been as he began to kiss me into a stupor at the same second as he thrust three fingers into my pussy.
I gasped as I was hit in a wash of lightheadedness.
The earth disappearing below me as I got swept away.
My knees parted for him in a plea as my nails scraped over the solid planes of his shoulders and chest.
Trying to get closer.
Wanting to disappear.
Or maybe just to rest in the safety of who he was.
He drove his fingers hard and fast as he rolled his thumb over my clit.
I was already so spun up that it didn’t take anything at all for the glimmers of pleasure to light at the edges of my sight.
For a blistering sensation to crawl out from the brink of my being and rush to meet the glowing orb in the middle of me.
“Come on my fingers, and imagine what it’s going to be like when I finally give you my cock.”
That was all it took for that energy to burst. All it took for me to be coming apart and soaring through the night.
I buried my face against his neck and rasped, “Theo,” as I splintered into a thousand unrecognizable pieces.
My fingertips sank into the flesh of his shoulders, digging in deep like I might be strong enough to keep from completely floating away.
To keep from being completely engulfed in his storm.
But I was pretty sure there was no chance of that as bliss cracked through my body.
A freedom I had never felt, all while being utterly pinned by everything that he was.
I could feel it.
Something inside me fracture.
A giving that I couldn’t afford.
Because I already knew what the cost would be.
And still, I was clinging to him as he slowed, his fingers lingering inside me as aftershocks twitched and shivered beneath my skin. His other hand moved to the back of my head, and his hold became light as he slowed the kiss.
Gentle plucks and whispers of his lips over mine as he picked me up from the dresser.
Arms curling around his neck, I held on tight as he dipped down and snagged my underwear from the floor before he carried me the rest of the way into the en-suite bathroom on the far side of the bedroom.
The light over the shower was already on, and I blinked against the intrusiveness as he settled me onto unsteady feet.
He shifted me around so I was facing the framed, rectangular mirror in front of the sink.
The man was a dim, starless beacon where he stood tall and powerful behind me.
