Page 108 of Grounded
"I've been wanting to do this for far too long," he admits, soon returning his mouth to mine. "Just looking at you makes me hard. I can't stop thinking about you."
If he fucks how he kisses, I'm going to be in love by the end of the night. The intensity in his mouth, his hands in my hair and running down my back—it's consuming me.
Theo's focus is now on freeing one of my breasts from my dress. He's cupping me in his large hand, squeezing and massaging, adding to the pleasure building up inside me.
I need more from him.
"Theo," I begin, trying to get a word in, but he won't stop kissing me. "Theo…"
"What?" he growls, still groping and peppering kisses on my chest.
"Fuck me in the backseat," I demand.
He finally stops kissing me. He looks into my eyes, and I am overwhelmed with a sense of drowning again. He's going to ruin me, and I'd happily accept my fate.
We're both silent, and maybe he thinks I'm bluffing again. To prove my point, I readjust my breasts back into my dress and squeeze myself between the seats and into the back. It's cramped, but I'm sure we could make it work.
Theo's lips barely part, his breathing ragged and unsteady. His lungs are working overtime, causing his chest to visibly rise and fall.
"Amelia… when I fuck you, it's not going to be in this cramped backseat. And it's not going to be in a public place where you'll no doubt be moaning at the top of your lungs and getting us caught."
My heart skips a beat. The heat between my thighs is almost unbearable.
"Don't leave me alone back here," I beg. My heart is hammering against my ribcage, and I have an aching appetite that needs to be filled.
Theo moves the passenger seat forward with such fury, soon beside me in this modest backseat.
We begin kissing again, this time with no gear shift between us. I moan into his mouth as each kiss becomes greater than the last.
How is that possible? How can two people be so compatible with kissing? It's like we know exactly what we want without having to say it.
Theo's hand finds my inner thigh, and I nearly catch fire. I'm warm, wet, and yearning to be touched in places he's already explored. But this was supposed to be my turn to please Theo.
But holy fuck, I can't tell him to stop.
Each time his finger slides over my clit, I want to jump on his lap and prove him wrong. Yes, we can fuck in this backseat, and yes, I can make him come, too. And yes, I can do my best to be quiet.
"I know you want my cock, but I'm not giving it to you tonight."
I want any part of Theo I can get, so I succumb to his touch until I realize I'm being greedy.
"Theo… Wait, stop…" I moan, my selfish ways making me see straight. It's his turn.
"You want me to stop?" His voice melts my insides as he continues touching me, my body grinding into his hand despite what I said. He knows I don't want him to stop. He reads my body language and sees my lower half thrusting against his fingers, not wanting to break the connection that's making my head buzz.
"Yes…stop… It's my turn to…"
I'm so fucking close, and he doesn't stop, and my body needs this more than I need to breathe.
I can't talk, can't think. I close my eyes and let the pleasure build until I reach my peak.
"Tell me, again, that you want me to stop," he demands.
"I don't want you to stop." I must say it ten times in a frenzied breath, my mind spinning out of control as I teeter on the edge.
"You're going to come for me now. You need to be quiet."
"I can't—"
