Page 105 of Fake Out Hearts

He rests his forehead against mine. “I can never get enough of you.”

“Me too,” I breathe and kiss him again like my life depends on it.

There’s so much more I could and want to say, but I don’t have the words for it, so I let my body do the talking. I don’t know that there are enough words in the English language to tell him how appreciative I am of him, for all he’s done for me. The ways he’s changed me and my life.

I’ve never felt as safe with anyone as I have with Theo. And I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way about anyone else—but I don’t want anyone else. I only want him.

Theo presses my back against the wall of the shower stall. I hiss at the cold glass on my skin and he tries to pull me away, but I stop him.

“No. It’s okay. I want you to fuck me like this,” I say and kiss him again. He’s fully hard now, so I work his cock between my legs and groan when it grazes my clit.

“Then you need to beg for it,” Theo says when we break, resting his palms against the glass and pinning me against it. He moves to my neck, trailing agonizingly teasing kisses down the tender skin there before working his way back up to my earlobe. “I want to hear how badly you want my cock. Yourhusband’scock.”

I whimper because he’s making me insane, so turned on I can barely see straight.

“You’re the only one I want,” I say, my chest tight with emotion as our gazes lock. Feeling the sheer weight and force of his muscular body against mine, and the power I know that’s thrumming in it, makes me lightheaded. “The only one I need.”

“Fuck,” he groans, and grips his cock to steady it as he pushes into me. A gasp escapes me because it’s been so long since I last had him that I have to get used to it again. But he hoists me up, so I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck to steady myself as he continues sliding into me.

The pleasure that races through me is deep and intense. With my back against the shower wall and my hips raised like this,he’s able to get deeper into me than usual, and each time he thrusts inside, I feel like another little part of me leaves my body. It’s been so long since we’ve been together that I can already feel a climax beginning to tingle, working its way from my curled toes up to my core.

And with each increasingly powerful thrust of his cock, I slide a bit farther up the wall. But I can’t focus on anything other than the intensity of the burning inside me. I don’t want this to be over so quickly since I’ve waited more than a week for it at this point, but the way he’s stretching and pounding into me feels too good to hold it back.

“That’s it. That’s my perfect wife. Come for me. Come on your husband’s cock,” he murmurs gruffly in my ear. I can’t deny him anything, least of all of this orgasm, so I let out a little yelp as his words send me crashing over the edge.

Through squinted, watering eyes I watch his face, hoping he’ll come with me, but he just stares intently at me, his hips bucking all the way through my spasming. I’m sure I must have flooded him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. When I finally come fully back into my body, Theo lets out a sound like a growl and peels me off the shower wall where I’ve melted.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” he says and hauls me out of the shower in his arms, still rock hard inside me. I don’t know how he manages it, but he carries me to his bed and falls on top of me. We’re getting the covers all wet, but none of that matters. I just want him to feel as incredible as he made me feel.

He braces himself over me, using his powerful, veined arms to hold himself up while he resumes pounding me. There’s a hunger, a desperation in his strokes, and his breathing turns ragged as our wet bodies fall in sync, slapping against each other and filling the room with the sound. It’s like he can’t get deep enough into me, close enough to me, but he keeps trying.And every time he rams into me, I feel myself opening more, beckoning him in.

Because I want him as close as possible too. I don’t want anything—not a single thing—between us.

“Come with me,” I beg into his ear as my second orgasm begins to build. My hands rake his back to encourage him. I want to feel it, want to be filled by him in the way only he can.

He nods, his jaw tight. “I’m close,” he grunts, and I let myself fall to pieces in his arms. We crash like opposing waves into each other, and Theo’s thrusts shift from sharp and steady to erratic and spasming. Our bodies press into each other, and Theo grunts repeatedly in my ear, but I can barely hear him over the force of the orgasm tearing through me.

But then my eyes flutter back open, and little spots and specks dance in my vision from squeezing them shut so tight. And there he is, staring down at me with a smoldering intensity that makes me shiver.

Exhausted but finally satiated, I cling to him, hugging him close against me.

I never want to let him go.

Chapter 32

Theo

“Ugh, do we really have to go to this dumb charity thing?” I ask between kisses while my hands cup Becca’s beautiful, perfect breasts. We haven’t been able to stop touching each other in the few days since we finally ended our dry spell, and today isn’t any different.

“I don’t want to go any more than you do, but you said you’d be there, so we have to be there,” she says, although she gives me another long, lingering kiss. But just as I’m getting into it, she ducks out from under my arms to grab her coat by the front door.

“You’re killing me here.”

“It’s killing me too,” she says as she rubs my cock through my pants, driving me crazy. “But it’ll be easy and over quickly. It’s just an auction. We can get in and get out.” She raises her eyebrows at me to emphasize her point.

I grin at her. “We both know I’m pretty good at that motion.”

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