Page 75 of Filthy Rich Temptation
‘I can feel it,’ I rasp against her ear. ‘Let go for me, baby.’
Her head shakes in a desperate no, even as her body says yes. ‘I— I can’t?—’
‘You can,’ I whisper, pressing a kiss beneath her ear, another to her throat. ‘Chase those stars.’
She moans, the sound hitching into tiny gasps.
‘That’s it,’ I breathe. ‘That’s it.’
‘Right there,’ she pants, head thrown back, eyes wide with wonder as they lock on mine. ‘Oh God, right?—’
She comes hard. A full-body tremble that has her thighs clenching around my hand, her voice cracking on my name. ‘Theo!’
She clutches at my shirt, her hips jerking against me, waves crashing through her as she soaks my fingers and swallows them whole.
Fuck. I nearly lose it. I’m so fucking hard, as I hold her through it. One arm around her back, one hand still between her legs, coaxing the aftershocks as my cock strains for its own release.
But I don’t move. Don’t grind. Don’t take an inch as I seek to undo every scar that bastard left behind.
And I’m nowhere near done.
She’s too fucking beautiful like this – unravelled, empowered, free.
She collapses against me with a shaky laugh, her cheek to my chest. ‘Oh my God. What was… what was the condition again?’
I lift her chin and look into her eyes, my heart beating wild in my chest as I put words to my intent. ‘That you take your pleasure and feel what it’s like to be worshipped…’
‘I don’t remember any mention of wor?—’
She breaks off as I hoist her onto the counter, eyes flaring wide when I drop to my knees.
‘Theo…?’
‘Shh,’ I murmur, not taking my eyes from hers as my palms glide slowly up her thighs, savouring the silken heat of her skin, the flickering fire in her glassy gaze, every tremor of anticipation her body gives me… until I reach the whisper of lace between us.
‘I’m not done with you yet.’
Her breath hitches as I rip the soft pink lace from her body and slip it into my pocket.
‘I don’t want Lottie finding them come morning.’
She huffs out a breath. ‘You think of everything.’
If she only knew ‘everything’ meant this moment imagined way too many times over the years. Though nothing I ever pictured comes close to the heaven before me as I spread her thighs wide.Fuck.
Her soft curls glisten with need, just for me.
She trembles and she whimpers. Or is that fucking me?
I lean in, lips trailing kisses along her quivering thighs, fingers parting her dripping folds to my burning gaze. Fuck, yes. I lift my eyes to hers… ‘You ready?’
‘Theo,’ she pants, the tiniest shake of her head ‘I can’t. Not again, not?—’
‘Yes,’ I growl against her, flicking my tongue over her clit. ‘You can.’
Her hips buck, but I hold her down, her pleasure-filled curse shooting straight to my dick. I latch onto the swollen bud of nerves, sucking and rolling as her hands fly to my hair, her legs trembling around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back. I slide two fingers inside her, then three, four, pumping steadily as my tongue teases, tastes, devours…
‘More,fuck, more!’ she begs, so greedy, so ready, and my cock pleads with her, pre-cum seeping. Balls aching. But I refuse to give in. This is all about her. For her.
