Page 82 of What Comes After

He lifted his gaze to mine. “Yeah?”

“Come here,” I urged.

Several more beats of anticipation lingered between us before Theo moved and joined me in the bed. His body initially hovered over mine, but the moment our lips touched, he rolled to his back and took me with him.

He continued to kiss me, one hand drifting down my back and toward my ass. My body was burning with desire, my hips rolling feverishly over him.

Theo tugged gently on my hair, forcing my mouth away from his, and said, “Guide me in, baby.”

I didn’t need any additional instruction or encouragement. I reached down between us, wrapped my fingers around him, and positioned him.

Our eyes met, and I sank my hips down, my lips parting at the sensation of being filled by him.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

The two of us remained like that for a few seconds, and I don’t think either one of us was prepared for just how profound this moment would feel.

“You’re perfect for me,” I rasped.

Something washed over his face. “I’ve known that about you for a long time now, Devyn.”

I smiled at him, lowered my mouth to his, and kissed him.

Then I began to move.

It was perfect. Completely, totally perfect.

With his hands on my body, our tongues dueling as I moved my hips over him, the burn that had been building in my belly was growing by the second.

Theo gave me a moment to be in charge, but he eventually took over. With what seemed like impossible ease, he managed to flip me to my back without breaking the connection between our bodies.

And somehow, he took something that was already perfect and made it even better. He thrust his hips forward, each stroke slow and deep, my body melting into his.

Theo’s eyes remained on mine, the look on his face unbelievably sweet. “After all this time,” he growled.

His expression mixed with the sound of his voice indicated he was feeling so much of what I was. His eyes bored into mine, silently communicating just how much this connection between us meant to him.

This had been years.

God, years in the making.

My moans filled the air around us as I wrapped my limbs around him. I wanted to hold on to him forever, to never let him go.

And I found myself desperate for more.

More of everything.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

“Harder,” I breathed.

Theo did not give it to me harder. He continued to thrust inside with his languid pace and gentle strokes, building me up, but taking his time.

“Theo, please,” I begged. “I need you.”

He dropped his mouth to mine, brushed his lips gently against my lips, and whispered, “I’ve dreamed of that for years.” He dragged his hips back slowly before pushing them forward at the same speed. After pressing a kiss to my lips, he revealed, “I have you now, baby. I’m taking my time and savoring every single second of this.” He repeated the movement, his cock going a little deeper this time, but certainly no faster. “I want every moan, every whimper, every kiss. Every inch, Devyn. I’m going to take pleasure in every part of you for as long as I can.”

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