Page 119 of Wilder at Heart
The blissful helplessness I feel stretched out.
All his.
‘It’s all your fault, you know.’
He crawls onto the lounger and crouches over me. His head dips and he catches a nipple in his mouth. Jesus Christ. My nipple stiffens and strains at the firm tug of his lips. The graze of his teeth. I shift a little and open my legs as much as I can with him straddling me, already desperate for relief.
‘What’s my fault?’ I pant out.
‘If you’d been sunbathing naked like Isuggested, there wouldn’t be a bikini to tie you up with.’
I roll my eyes. ‘Impeccable Theo Montague logic.’
‘Less of your lip.’ His voice is soft. Tender, as he makes his way up the bed to kiss me. Our tongues tangle and I absorb thewonderful heat of his body as he gives me some of his weight. His dick is a long, hard pipe, and it’s already leaking against my bare stomach.
I fucking love this.
He pulls off me and edges my legs apart with a hand so he can kneel between them. My knees fall to the sides. He doesn’t say anything as his fingers dip to my wet centre and stroke. Test. Sink deep inside me.
I groan luxuriously and push my bum further down the bed, towards the source of this sensation he’s giving me. My body is stretched out further now, my legs open as far as possible. Theo hums his approval while he continues to touch me. His movements are leisurely, but his jaw is tense, and the view of his teeth sinking into his bottom lip tells me he’s struggling to control himself.
‘So fucking sexy, all spread out for me,’ he murmurs, his other hand swiping over my breasts, rolling my nipples one by one. They ache so much under his touch that it’s practically unbearable. He takes his cock and drags it through my folds, and I buck as we both inhale sharply.
‘Theo.’
He drags his gaze away from where his flesh is stroking mine and meets my eyes. His dark eyes are practically all pupil.
‘I need you to fuck me.’ My teeth sink into my bottom lip on theF.
My words are kryptonite. He lowers himself down, so he’s framing me in with his elbows. His mouth is so close to mine. This is right where I want to be. Lying here in this man’s hands. His body blocking out everything else. Moments away from surrendering everything to him as he consumes me.
‘I’m not untying you,’ he warns.
‘No. I mean, yes. Don’t untie me.’
His smile is wolfish. Triumphant. ‘It’s going to be quick and hard. I need you so badly, baby.’
I nod. What he said.
And then he’s positioning himself at my entrance, and I tilt my hips up and rock him in as he rams home. Hard, just like he promised. And holy craaaap, the force of it, and the physical overwhelm, and the very fact of being tied up and at his mercy, are all so hot that I’m gasping and moaning and whimpering almost as soon as he starts to move.
‘I’ve got youexactlywhere I want you.Fuck, sweetheart.’
He’s doing most of the work and I can’t touch him in this position, can’t indulge myself with decadent sweeps of his body. His skin. But I can take his kisses, which are hard and hungry, and I can roll my hips, pushing back against him every time he drives in. Giving as good as I get. Maximising the friction between us.
And when he puts his hand down and rubs me where I’m throbbing, the unravelling process kicks in for real and takes over my body. Breathing becomes harder.
‘Take it, baby,’ he orders, and I snap, drowning in sensation. Falling headlong into the abyss. Crying out and bucking and shaking against him, my entire body shuddering with my release. As I spiral, I can feel Theo stiffen against me, filling me up even more, no matter how impossible that seems, and exploding inside me. Collapsing on top of me as I take his weight gratefully. I’ll take it all. Everything he has to give me.
Once we’ve cleanedup (read: had a long, sensual shower together) and I’ve ascertained that I don’t have any telltalebondage marks on my wrists, we head over to the farm. The paperwork for The Montague Group’s investment in Sorrel Farm is progressing slowly but surely. Aside from a fantastic week together in New York while Theo hired someone to run the project on the ground, we’ve spent our time driving up and down from London. Getting ready for our move and familiarising ourselves with the farm.
I have a couple of weddings left to fulfil with my Nora Wilder Weddings hat on, but I’m gradually switching over to in-house planner at Sorrel Farm. I knew by the time the wedding weekend finished that this was the right move to make.
Not only is it an idyllic place to base myself and start a new life with Theo, but working with the team there on the wedding of the year filled me with confidence that I’ll have the best of everything to offer my couples: the best site, food, cakes, photography. It’s a seriously slick operation with so much potential. Not to mention, Evelyn is just as anal as me and I know we’ll work brilliantly together.
Of course, the icing on the cake is that Theo will be involved with the resort side, too. I know the Montagues and Evelyn and her management team all share a common excitement about the level of potential, not just to ramp up the accommodation and offering of the resort itself, but to replicate it elsewhere in the UK.
One thing Theo’s keen to understand better is the relationship between the farm and the resort, which is why we’re taking a stroll around the land today with Evelyn and her handsome and highly devoted husband, Angus, who’s the Estate Manager here.
