Page 84 of Wilder at Heart
‘I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life. I told you I’d unwind you, Nora Wilder. You little fucking beauty. Understand?’
She nods at me, lips parted, breath coming fast. ‘Do it. Show me.’
Jesus Christ. ‘Let your hair down,’ I tell her.
She reaches her arms above her head, and the sight of her like that, tits high and perfect, her pink pussy tantalisingly visible through that lace, is almost too much.
I wish I could take a photo. Capture this moment in its simple, erotic perfection. I’d wank off over it every day of my life. But that isnotthe way to earn her trust right now.
She undoes the bun, and her hair tumbles down, cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, some of the tendrils brushing her nipples, and suddenly the image is even better.
‘Listen to me.’ I pull my t-shirt up over my head. My voice is low and urgent. ‘You are the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen. Ever. We’re going to shatter each other tonight.’ I drop my trousers and boxer briefs and step out of them, my throbbing erection bobbing free. ‘Ready?’
She’s staring at me like she’s on the verge of tears, her eyes huge with emotion. ‘It’s mutual, honestly. You are… I have no words for how beautiful you are. I mean,lookat you. You kill me, Theo. I’ve never been this turned on, ever. I’m dying.’
Her words wash over me like a benediction. The privilege of being in this position with her catches in the back of my throat. ‘I know, baby,’ I whisper. ‘I’m going to make it so good for both of us.’
And with that, I take a swig of her champagne and hold it in my mouth, my eyes fixed on her, as I lower myself down. I hook my hands behind her knees and pull her forward so her pussy is lined up at the very edge of the stool. Push her knees wider. The anticipation is so fucking good. The very centre of Nora, right at eye level. I know exactly what I’ll find. How she’ll taste. How amazing she’ll feel.
The bubbles are burning my mouth. I swipe a finger down her slit, through the lace, before tugging the damp strip aside and revealing her. Holy fuck, she’s stunning. Perfect. Glistening with arousal. I use my other hand to part her folds, and she whimpers, before I put my tongue on her and open my mouth and let the bubbles hit her, and holy fuck, she bucks so hard into me, pushing herself against my nose. My mouth. Her hands rake through my hair.
I let myself explore her. Lazily. Sensually. She’s already making a lot of noise, and I doubt she’s even aware of it, but I won’t let her come just yet. Because I have plans for her, plans I’m not sure she’ll be thrilled about, and I’m going to dangle that orgasm for her like a carrot.
I reach up, my fingers connecting with a soft breast, a hard little nipple and some silky strands of hair. I cover the whole area with my palm and grab onto her as I lap at her. Carefully, so I don’t send her over the edge. A glance upwards shows me she’s arching her back and letting her head fall backwards as shestrains greedily against my mouth, against the part of me that’s giving her so much pleasure.
‘Please, Theo,’ she moans.
She’s so fucking beautiful. It’s so hard for me to pull away and leave her hanging, even temporarily, but it’ll be worth it in the end.
I give her one last lick. A long one, back to front, lingering on her swollen clit. Then I sit back on my heels and smirk in amusement as her head bobs up to find out what the hell is going on.
I jerk my head in the direction of the living area.
‘I’ll finish you off, I promise. But I want you on the rug.’ I pause. ‘Hands and knees.’
She flinches. ‘I’m not sure?—’
‘Not so keen?’ I get to my feet and hold out my hands to help her down. Slide my hands around her shapely little waist and down over her scrap of lace before they find her ass. Her smooth, plump cheeks practically bare for me. God, I need to bury my face between them. Now.
‘Not so much, no.’
‘You said I could fuck you however I wanted.’ I shrug off the flash of guilt, because I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t know it would be great for her. Despite whatever preconceptions she has about being fucked from behind. I cup her face in my hands.
‘I promise you can trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you. And I already promised you you’d see stars. This is how.’
CHAPTER 32
Theo
‘Okay,’ she whispers.
Hallelujah.
She’s going to let me fulfil my fantasy.
Now I just have to keep up my side of the bargain.
Make it transcendent for her, too.
