Page 90 of What Comes After

This was it.

This was one of the best changes that had come about since Theo and I acknowledged our feelings for one another and had taken this step.

So much was different between us, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t wonderful.

It was so freeing to not have to hold myself back from doing what felt natural around him. I could touch him, kiss him, hug him, make love to him, and best of all, I could tell him how much I loved him whenever I wanted.

And right now, I wanted to do something I had yet to do with Theo, something I hoped he was going to enjoy immensely.

I licked my lips, lifted my booty off his lap, and dropped down to my knees in front of him. The heat in his eyes was undeniable, and I knew he was thrilled about what I had planned to do.

My hands drifted up his thighs and made their way to the fly of his jeans. They worked there to free him, and the minute I had my fingers curled around his length, Theo groaned.

“This is beyond what I’d expected I’d get here.”

“Hopefully you won’t be disappointed,” I returned with a grin on my face just a second before I parted my lips and took him inside.

Another groan escaped from him, which only served to make me want to do everything I could to make this enjoyable for him.

Theo and I had been doing our best to make up for lost time over the last several days, but it seemed we were both as insatiable as we were generous. Not only had he made it clear he wanted to savor our first time together, but when he got his mouth on me a little while afterward, he seemed intent on prolonging it.

I felt the same way about him now.

Drawing him in deep, hollowing my cheeks, I wanted this to go on and on forever. Part of that might have been the desire to make up for lost time, but the bigger reason was about wanting to please him.

Theo had his hand in my hair, gripping it firmly, while I alternated my pace on him. I’d started off slow, taking my time to build him up, and when I wanted to give him more, I increased my speed.

His grunts and groans filled the air, encouraging me to continue just as I was.

Much to his delight, I didn’t just adjust my speed. I also worked on the depth. I’d work him fast before taking him in as deep as I could and holding him there. Then, if I needed to give my jaw a break, I’d pay special attention to the tip, licking, kissing, and sucking him there.

Throughout, I’d glance up at him, and I’d see the heated look in his eyes, the one that told me he was on the verge of losing control. I was so turned on, and seeing that look mixed with the feel of his hand in my hair and the sound of the deep rumble that came from him, had me pressing my thighs together to relieve the ache that was building there.

I kept at him, my mouth filled with him. I loved every second of it.

Theo did, too.

Eventually, he croaked, “Devyn, baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop.”

I released him, kept my mouth right at the tip, and revealed, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

His jaw clenched just as I smiled and took him inside again. Then I kept my eyes on him as I worked him through to the end, swallowing every last drop of him.

When I finally freed him from my mouth, Theo’s head dropped back, and he sighed as he gave me a gentle tug behind my head. “That was beyond my wildest dreams. Jesus, Devyn, you’re incredible with your mouth.”

I crawled up his body and kissed him. And after he’d taken a few moments to gather himself and fix his pants, Theo stood.

“Time to take care of you,” he said before he began kissing me.

Theo kept one arm wrapped firmly around my back to hold me close as his opposite hand covered my breast and squeezed. His hand kneaded the flesh there while his tongue explored my mouth, but eventually, that hand began drifting down my torso.

My jeans were unbuttoned, the gentle brush of Theo’s knuckles sending shivers down my spine. After he lowered the zipper and created enough space for it, Theo’s hand slipped beneath the hem of my panties and drifted down between my legs.

The moment he’d reached his destination, he groaned. Apparently, Theo liked knowing that I was already hot and wet for him. I couldn’t help it; I’d become so turned on when I had him in my mouth, and now that he was kissing me and had his hands on me, I didn’t stand a chance.

He continued to kiss me, swallowing my moans as his fingers played, circling my clit and applying the pressure right where I needed it.

Whether taking a page out of my book or simply wanting to do it on his own, Theo built me up in a variety of ways. Fast and firm or slow and gentle, it all worked for me. There wasn’t anything he could do I wouldn’t love.

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