he eases his shirt off his shoulders, I get to work on his belt and zipper, eagerly pushing his trousers down over his hips and thighs, taking his boxer shorts with them. My hand traces over his arse, and memories of seeing that cute little butt this morning make my mouth water. When his erection springs free, I whimper and press my thighs together at the sight of it, just imagining what’s to happen next.
Unable to stop myself, I reach out and close a hand over it, stroking the hard length from base to tip.
Theo groans and looks down at my hand wrapped around him. “I’ve been thinking about what those pretty nails would look like while wrapped around my cock ever since I saw them at the wedding.”
Heat burns across my cheeks at his admission. I smile, and we both watch, enthralled, as I stroke him. My nails look great against his skin. His forehead creases with a frown, his lips part in pleasure, and then his head drops back on his shoulders as he lets out a long, breathy sigh. While he’s distracted, I lean forward and do what I’ve also been thinking about a lot of the day. I close my mouth over the tip of his cock and taste him.
“Fuck!” His whole body tightens as his attention snaps back to me.
I smile inwardly and push forward, sucking gently, worshipping each little ridge and groove with my tongue, loving how his hands shoot to the back of my head, pulling at the slide and clips I have holding my hair in place. He’s gently thrusting into my mouth as he finally works my hair loose, shaking it out around my shoulders.
One of his hands grips the back of my neck, and he pulls his hips back, his dick leaving my mouth with a wet pop. “Nope, that’s enough of that. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Devilishly grinning up at him, I lean in and suck him again, taking as much of his length into my mouth as I can without gagging, using my hand on the rest. I revel in his moan of pleasure, feeling pride spike inside me.
His hand fists into the back of my hair as he gently thrusts into my mouth again, groaning, his protests forgotten as I work my magic. “Wait, Luce.” Another groan. “Shit, Lucie.” Another thrust and then a gasp. “Luciella, stop.” He pulls back again, breaking contact, and his eyes flash with playful reprimand as he shakes his head. “You’re bad.”
Grinning, he kisses me again passionately; I can taste myself on his tongue as he guides me onto my back. When he planks over the top of me, I can’t help but admire his stamina. I’m a ten-second-plank girl at most; my arms would be shaking like jelly by now. He’s incredible. Raking my nails up his biceps, I feel his taut muscles, and for some strange reason, I want to lean over and bite them. He seems to have awoken my dormant crazy.
Raising my head, I kiss him again, and the last of his restraint is gone. Things become frantic between us as he reaches for his wallet and pulls out a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he slides it over his length and then lowers his body to mine. The skin-on-skin contact is delicious, and I’m so lost in a fog of desire that I can barely remember my own name. My leg wraps around his waist, and my fingers scratch down his back as he enters me so slowly that I think the feel of it might just stop my heart. It’s euphoric, and my moan is so loud that he has to cover my mouth with his to muffle it. The feeling of fullness is like heaven, but when he starts to move, I come undone.
The weight of him on top of me, the feel of him moving inside me, it’s too much, too good. We’ve reverted to just basic, carnal desire, all tongues, teeth, hands, tangling breaths, and pleasure. I raise my hips, meeting his thrusts as my fingernails dig into his back, urging him on. When he breathes my name and nips at my earlobe, my passion rises to dangerous levels, and my teeth sink into his shoulder. He grunts, and his thrusts become harder, causing me to moan louder and louder as the pleasure intensifies.
His mouth lavishes attention on my body, hands tracing every inch, as if he