Page 100 of Thorns That Bloom
I look down with hesitation.
“I only want what you’re ready for, but…I feel the same. You know that. I felt it earlier. I feel it every time I touch you,” Theo whispers, pushing his hips forward to thrust against me gently.
A tense moan comes out of me, quiet and small.
“I want this. I do.”
Theo moves closer, seizing my chin and pulling it up so that I face him. His gaze is saturated with desire, but most of all, it’s keenly serious when he speaks. “You tell me what you need and lead me through it, okay? Every single step. My body—every muscle and bone and tendon—is under your control. You tell me to stop, I stop. You tell me to slow down, I slow down. There’s nothing I want more than to please you, my lovely,” he says against my lips, voice turning husky and rough.
He closes his eyes and moves in. I do the same, welcoming his kiss.
I will my body to work with me. To let me have this pleasure. To finally allow me to claim myself, this essential part of me, back.
“My room?” Theo asks, tension pulsing through his words.
I nod quickly, allowing him to lead me up the stairs. My cock’s already hard, my asshole slick with arousal, and my heart pounds wildly; open and willing to be tasted and explored for the first time in almost a year.
By the time we walk into Theo’s room, I’m a little too preoccupied to ponder over its layout or aesthetic. He stops by the door, still holding my hand, and turns to me with a questioning expression.
“Would you like to keep it open?” he asks.
I smile, relief and warmth swirling inside my stomach. The thought of him closing it doesn’t scare me, so I shake my head. Theo closes it gently before stepping in close and sliding his knee between my legs. I grab his shoulders as the wave of pleasure shoots through my entire body.
“What do you want, Sam?” he whispers into my ear, and I can hear it in the way his breath stutters that he’s eager to domore, eager to please.
I look around, my eyelids drooping with desire. The bed feels liketoo much. The expectation of what happens there is more than I can handle at this moment. I don’t want to push myself too far. Not when this is the first time I’ve been so incredibly turned on and wanting.
I notice the nice, spacious armchair in the corner by the door.
Before Theo can turn around, I force him backward until he falls down onto it. With a huff—suddenly aware of how damn pregnant I actually am—I sit in his lap. “Am I not too heavy?” I ask, insecurity shining through the otherwise pleasantly dense fog of mindless desire intoxicating me.
“Don’t be silly,” he says and slowly places his hands on my thighs, watching for my reaction.
“That’s okay,” I mutter, gently rocking my hips into him.
His cock strains against his pants, poking at me, thick and painfully hard. “Dear fucking god, Sam,” Theo moans out, digging his fingers into my thighs. I crane my head back with a delighted smile.
There’s no sound more thrilling than those gruff cries of pleasure.
“The boundaries, Sam. Please, tell me,” he begs softly.
I lick my lips, leaning forward again with my elbows resting over the front of Theo’s muscular shoulders. I feel my briefs getting soaked with precum and slick. All I want is Theo’s hands all over me, but one wrong touch could make it all come crashing down. That horrible truth ruminates inside me, waiting for something to trigger it.
I run my hand over his face, copying his sharp, strong features. “From the front. Only from the front, I…need to see you.”
When I reach his perfectly proportionate, pink lips, I rub my thumb into them and come closer, going in for a hungry kiss. We kiss messily, all groans and saliva and tongue.
“Kissing is safe. Good,” I whisper once we pull away to draw in air.
They haven’t ruined that. They could never ruin that for me.
“Good,” Theo echoes, smiling against me as he kisses me back. We ease off, letting more tenderness than lust move us forward until satisfied. Or rather, painfully itching formoresatisfaction.
I desperately search within myself for what would feel good and right. My cock throbs inside my pants, but the idea of Theo touching it is too intense.
“I want you to touch me so bad, but d-down there’s not… Not yet.”
He places a soft kiss on my cheek, copying the shape of my beard. “Okay. I won’t touch you there.”
