Page 101 of Thorns That Bloom
I reach down for his hands and pull them back to rest on my hips. The hips he said were perfect. Theo groans into my ear with satisfaction, his thumbs tracing over my skin.
“What did you like before?” he asks after a moment of aimless, dissatisfying grinding. Still watching me for any signs of discomfort, he runs his left hand through my hair, taking in the scent of it, of me. “Let’s help you rediscover what you like; what do you say?”
I nod eagerly.
What I liked before…
“Always been into this cat-and-mouse thing,” I whisper. A chuckle escapes me as I compare the old me from only a year ago to now. “Lots of hate sex with people I couldn’t stand but couldn’t resist either. Angry sex. Never violent, just…”
“Passionate,” Theo finishes the sentence, raising a brow questioningly.
“Yeah. It’s stupid, really…”
“It’s not.” He keeps kissing, now further down my throat. I quiver as he gets in the middle of my chest, hovering with his mouth above the hem of my t-shirt’s collar. His right hand kneads my hip, moving higher tentatively. “Can I see you?”
The longing passing through his voice, bowstring-tight, makes my heart skip.
Theo squeezes my nape the moment he notices me squirming with unease. “It’s alright.Nois a completely fine response. I was only asking,” he says quickly and goes in for a kiss. I move away.
“It’s not that.” I whisper, averting my gaze. “I want you to touch me. I want you to want me to touch me, but…” I sigh in frustration. “But I look like a fucking sow right now.”
He stares back at me like he can’t believe what came out of my mouth.
"Oh, Sam…” he whispers, pressing his mouth back to my face as his hand on my hip slides smoothly beneath my shirt. Feeling him on my belly sends shivers through me. Good shivers, I think. There’s a smidge of discomfort and uncertainty behind the warm, blooming pleasure traveling downward to my crotch. “You’re wonderful and beautiful and breathtaking.” With each word, he gives me a gentle peck and lets his hand wander upward, from my waist, over my bump, and then toward my chest. “The way your body changes to grow life is fucking incredible.”
I moan sharply, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
Theo flirts with palming my swollen breast. “Good? Bad?”
“They’re so—ah—sensitive,” I whisper, moving my head forward. I try to ignore my own feelings about my body right now. I haven’t felt exactly comfortable, and not just because of the toll the pregnancy is taking on me. It might be natural for me to get pregnant, but I’ve grown up around betas. My chest filling up with milk isn’t something I find easy to look at. A part of me finds this all a little uneasy, deep down.
“And gorgeous,” Theo says, gently taking the flesh into his hand. I shudder under his touch, crying out softly. The thought of them leaking or being stimulated more than they are right now makes me want to crawl out of my skin, no matter how tender and sweet he is about it.
“Th-they’re for the baby,” I mumble. He lets go immediately. When I look into his eyes, there’s no disappointment, only understanding. “Maybe when…when this is over, you can…you can enjoy them then,” I say, suddenly overcome by shyness.
Theo smiles. “I’ll take you up on that.”
When I move around to readjust, our straining cocks rubagainst each other over our clothes, reminding us both how this touching and teasing just isn’t enough.
“I want you to make me come, Theo,” I beg him, breathless and desperate.
His eyes dart across my face. “How?Fuck, Sam. Tell me how you want it, and I’ll do it.”
I can’t see down there over my bump, but I feel the wetness. Theo must be similarly strung up. Our clothes are as good as ruined now, anyway, so I grind into him harder, pressing my entire body into his. We share a few messy kisses before I pull away and meet his eyes again.
“Your fingers. I want your fingers inside me.” His cock strains in response. The wave of pheromones Theo releases nearly makes me choke. I bite down on my lip and let it pass through me, making me that much wetter. “Come on,” I say, raising my ass the best I can so he can have access.
Theo’s hungry eyes pin me down while his hand moves across and down my back. He teasingly glides his fingers above the hem of my pants before slipping them under. First, he squeezes my ass cheek, drawing a low moan from my lips next to his ear. He advances further in and is met with the wetness waiting for him.
“Holy shit, Sam…”
“That’s all for you,” I say, closing my eyes. His middle finger rubs my entrance, making me flex my spine and cry out his name. “Ah, yeah. That feelsgood. Do it. Please, Theo.”
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” he asks, the roughness of his voice sending such a jolt through me I nearly come undone. I rub myself against him like I’m in heat, nodding and completely surrendering to the pleasure.
“Please. Keep going…”
He obliges. I’m so fucking wet he slips in two of his fingers with ease. The sudden pressure is euphoric. He thrusts his fingers in and out in a fluid rhythm matching the way I grind into him. I feel his breath on my neck, shaky and fast, and then he puts another finger in, sending them deeper, burying himself knuckles-deep inside me where he works efficiently on the soft, wet insides, creating shocks of pleasure that branch throughout my body. I tighten around him as he rubs the sweet spot that makes my eyes roll back.
