Page 63 of Wilder at Heart
‘I told you, sweetheart. I’ll give you whatever you want. Okay?’ He aims the flow right between my legs again, pulsing in small circles that hit then miss, hit then miss, andJeeeesus.I stretch my legs as wide as I can, pushing down on the bench with my palms. Opening up to him. To this sensation. I don’t even care what I look like. I just need more. Of. This.
‘Fuck me,’ Theo murmurs. ‘You should see yourself, baby.’ He turns the flow up a notch and moves the shower head closer to me, and it pulsates against me with a relentlessness, an intensity that takes my breath away. God. I’m so close. I tilt my hips so he can hit as much of me as possible.
He holds out the shower head. ‘Take this.’
‘Okay…’ I’m barely able to form words. I’m barely functioning, but every erogenous part of me starts to party when he gets to his knees in front of me.
Holds my knees, pushing them further apart.
Puts his face between my legs.
I stare down at him in wonder, and he frowns.
‘Sweetheart.God. I need to taste you; I can’t wait a second more.’ He pushes the hand holding the shower head nearer to my chest. ‘You do your tits, okay? I’m going to take care of your orgasm.’
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
‘Will you be able to breathe if I do that?’ I grit out. I’m worried about the water cascading down over his face.
He laughs. ‘I’ll be fine. Trust me.’
I’m hanging on by a thread here. I really want to watch Theo do this, but as he slides two fingers straight inside me and crooks them, my head falls back against the tiles and I close my eyes.
And then he puts the very tip of his tongue on me, and my entire universe narrows to that point of contact.
‘Don’t tease me,’ I tell him. ‘I’m too close—I can’t take it.’
‘I know, baby.’ His voice is muffled.
I aim the shower head at one of my breasts. The combined sensation of the spray hitting my nipples and Theo’s skilful tongue lapping at my centre is too much. He’s as good as his word. He’s not teasing anymore. His tongue hits me over and over again with straight, flat, hard strokes as his fingers thrust in and out with an equally consistent rhythm, and I spiral.
I grab Theo’s hair with my free hand and rub my pelvis against him as the ecstasy all over my body builds and builds and builds. There’s fire in my breasts and my stomach and my legs and my groin. The heat where his tongue is making contact with me is on another level. It’s rippling outwards, spectacular wave after wave after wave until it explodes inside me and around me and I cry out.
‘Oh my God! Fuck. Theo—fuck! Oh,Jesus.I can’t—ahhhhh!’
I shudder and convulse against his tongue and his fingers and he keeps touching me until they slow and I collapse, panting, against the wall.
Theo raises his face to me, and I’m expecting a triumphant smirk, but he’s serious. Intense. He slowly withdraws his fingers and sucks them, before dragging his thumb up over my centre. I shudder again and let the shower head fall to the ground, rubbing a hand over my face.
‘Thank you,’ I whisper. ‘That was—you’ve broken me.’
He looks up at me, his eyes completely black.
‘You are fucking delicious.’ His voice is quiet and serious, and somehow that hits me straight in the heart. ‘And I’m not done with you yet.’
CHAPTER 25
Nora
Theo turns off the shower and picks me up, which is helpful, because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to stand after that orgasm. My legs are jelly, and I hardly know where I am.
Who I am.
I wind my legs around his waist and slump against him as he walks us through to the bedroom. Carefully, because we’re dripping wet. I slurp at his shoulder. So wet. So muscular. I want to sink my teeth into it.
What the hell just happened in that shower? I’m reeling from the whole experience. It turns out the combination of Theo’s hotness, his dirty mouth, hisskilfulmouth, his handiness with a shower head, the water, and my stupid and now unfathomable decision not to act on my attraction to him till I was practically combusting wasn’t just intoxicating.
It was bloody lethal.
