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He pressed a finger into me, curling at the knuckle. Theo swept over my sweet spot repeatedly with bewildering accuracy, somehow understanding my body better than I did. He could read me like a book, understanding my mind. He had a response for every single one of my thoughts.
When I wanted him to ease up, Theo did so without prompting. When I wanted to feel his hot kisses against my thighs, he went above and beyond by sucking marks into my skin. He knew what I wanted before I did, moving with purpose and making me putty in his hands. I didn’t understand how he did it, but I certainly wasn’t complaining, either.
How I managed to survive this long without knowing his touch was beyond me.
Theo carefully added a second finger. I felt so impossibly and wonderfully full. The stretch was
