Page 81 of What Comes After

“Do you like what you see?” I asked.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe we’re here like this right now,” he replied.

“I think it’s only going to get better from here,” I told him, reaching my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra.

His breathing grew shallow, his muscled chest rapidly rising and falling. And when I pulled the straps down my arms and tossed my bra aside, Theo took a moment to appreciate the view before he moved forward, pressed one hand to the bed and lifted the other to my chest, cupping one of my breasts in his palm.

A shudder ran through my body, and I squeezed my legs together in an effort to relieve the ache building between them.

“Lay back,” he said softly.

I immediately complied with his request, and the next thing I knew, both of his hands were on my breasts as his mouth captured one of my nipples. His tongue lapped at me, licking and swirling around the hardened peak, before moving to the other side. I didn’t know precisely how much time had passed, but it felt like Theo had lavished my breasts for hours.

Throughout it all, I moaned and squirmed.

Feeling the heat build in my body, wanting more of him, I reached down and flattened my palm against his abdomen. Then I allowed it to drift down until it landed at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

With my breasts held firmly in his hands, Theo lifted his head and brought his eyes to meet mine. Anticipation lingered in his gaze, and I smiled as my fingertips slipped beneath the material of his underwear.

“Are you okay?” I asked, keeping my hand still.

“I’m not sure what would ever make you think I’m not,” he returned.

“You’re frozen to the spot right now. I just thought I’d make sure there’s nothing wrong,” I told him.

He closed his eyes briefly and swallowed hard before letting out an unsteady breath. “Nothing is wrong, baby. I just want to make sure I don’t miss a single second of feeling your hands on me for the first time. That’s all.”

Baby.

Theo had just called me baby, and he’d done it so effortlessly. I loved it. I loved the way it felt to have him call me that.

So, I wanted to give him something he’d love just as much. I pressed the back of my hand against the material, slid my fingers toward the middle, and felt the velvety soft skin of his cock. When I curled my fingers around him and squeezed, Theo groaned, the sound deep and guttural.

I switched the position of my hand, grasped him firmly from the opposite side, and stroked once.

“Devyn,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby, no matter how many times I fantasized about you, I couldn’t have dreamt up anything as perfect as you are in real life.”

My heart was beating so hard, I thought it was going to come right out of my chest. “Kiss me,” I begged.

Theo’s lips were instantly on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, and he was devouring me. I continued to stroke him, and his thumbs didn’t stop moving over my nipples.

We stayed like that a long time, the fire in my belly burning wildly out of control, until Theo pulled his hips back and disconnected his mouth from mine.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered back.

Releasing my breasts from his hands, Theo dragged them down my sides, made it to my panties, and curled his fingers around the top hem.

A moment later, they were gone. His eyes remained focused between my legs as he removed his final article of clothing and rolled on a condom he’d pulled out of his wallet.

I didn’t mind him taking in the view, because I was certainly doing a bit of sightseeing on my own. My eyes had dropped down his body and focused on his erection.

I licked my lips at the sight of him—long, hard, thick, and pulsing.

For a while, he stood there, unmoving.

“Theo?” I called.

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