And a dark, dangerous lust. The intensity of it makes my heart skip a beat.
He pulls away and pushes me onto my back. He lifts my legs and hooks both of my ankles over his shoulders. Then he slides his hands down my shins to my thighs. Staring down at me with burning eyes, he runs a thumb back and forth over my wetness until I’m panting and rocking my hips in time with his strokes.
“Theo. Please. Your mouth.”
Without hesitation, he sinks to his knees and gives me what I need.
Gasping, I arch against the mattress. He swirls his tongue around and around, sliding a big finger deep inside me, then another. My trembling hands find his hair. Moaning softly and starting to sweat, I grip it as I flex my hips against the strokes of his tongue. The room is cool, but I’m almost unbearably hot. My
