Page 118 of The Fates We Tame
Warmth blossoms in my heart. “Good.”
“Good. Is it okay for me to make love to my wife now?”
“Make love, huh?”
“You have a problem with that?” he asks as he drags the tip of his nose behind my ear and nibbles on my neck. His lips are warm against my skin.
“Definitely not if you keep doing that to me.” I grind my hips against him, eliciting a groan.
“Feel good?” Theo asks.
“Everything you do to me feels good.”
He reaches between us and slides the hem of the T-shirt up over my stomach. “Good. It’s meant to.”
It’s amazing how quickly he can take me from zero to so incredibly aroused. He slips the T-shirt over my head, and I’m not sure there is any better feeling than being naked with this man.
Suddenly, he shakes out his hand and winces.
“Aching?” I ask.
“Nothing I can’t deal with,” he says.
I wriggle up and push him down. “Maybe it’s a sign you shouldn’t be putting any weight into your hand right now.”
He lies back on the bed, and I take his hand, stretching his palm by applying gentle pressure to his thumb and pinkie. Using the pads of my thumbs, I press deeply into the taut muscles.
“That’s not the only muscle that hurts,” he says and then groans. “You’re so good at that.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yes.” He glances down at his cock. “And no.”
I continue to massage his hand until I feel the cramp release and the frown disappears from Theo’s brow.
When I place a kiss to his palm, he says, “For better or worse. Sickness and health, right?”
“One hundred percent.”
He reaches for me and tugs me to sit on his lap. It doesn’t go smoothly. I need help getting my foot over his hips, but once I’m there, I find I’m comfortable.
“You okay there?” he asks.
“Surprisingly, yes.”
He threads his hand around the back of my neck and grips it firmly before tugging me down to his mouth.
I don’t know what sorcery there is that lips kissing lips can make every part of me light up like the fireworks I watched from the roof track of the rehab center on the Fourth of July, but they do.
Every part of Theo makes me feel safe. And confident.
“You’re beautiful, Soph. Don’t know if I told you that before, but you are.”
Beautiful.
“You almost make me believe it,” I say quietly.
“I’ll work on it until you do. Will you ride me, Soph? I want to see you take what you want from me. I want to watch your pussy swallow my cock.” He hands me a small knife. “And I want you to mark me with your initials.”
