Page 77 of Fake Out Hearts

“How was that?”

“Unreal,” I gasp because it’s all I can manage, and I mean it. He strokes my cheek.

“I’m proud of you for keeping your eyes on me like that.”

“It’s impossible to take my eyes off you,” I say, and Theo’s eyes blaze as he hooks one of my legs and pushes it up toward my chest. Every bit of me is still on fire, so even the casual movement lights up my nerves. And when he pushes himself back into me, my entire body tenses.

“I want to make you come again,” Theo says, all his playfulness replaced with serious determination. I don’t know how he held himself together through my last orgasm, but I can tell from the intensity of feeling in my core that there is at least another one brewing. And I want to give it to him. To my husband.

“Then take it,” I say, and Theo’s eyes flame.

“Be careful what you wish for, princess.” He thrusts into me, making me gasp and grip the sheets. His strokes take on an edge as he rises to the challenge, and it makes my toes curl. There’s something about giving myself to him like this, letting him own my body, that makes me feel like I never have. I’ve had good sex before, but whatever it is between us brings it to a whole new level.

It only takes a few of these forceful thrusts from Theo to get me building toward another orgasm. His hand is still on the back of my neck, holding me up and in place as he drives into me over and over. I want to keep my eyes open for this one too, but the roiling pleasure percolating in my core is too much to bear. When his free thumb finds my clit, I let out a choking gasp and erupt into my second orgasm.

“Fuck yes, let it out,” Theo grunts as his strokes stutter and my pussy involuntarily clenches around him. He slumps into me, his forehead crashing into mine, as he pumps out the last of his orgasm in shuddering, irregular strokes. Then his mouth is on mine, his tongue thrashing against mine like he can’t get enough. Like he wants to devour me.

We come back down to Earth together, breathing heavily with our lips touching. But neither of us can find words. My eyes flutter open, meeting his, and he’s staring into mine like he can see right through me. Right to my soul.

“You’ve ruined me, you know that?” he whispers, making me shiver. “My wife is so fucking perfect.”

I’m still struggling to catch my breath when his mouth travels to my neck, kissing every inch of skin his lips can find. He gently pulls out of me, then continues kissing his way down my body. He can’t seem to take his hands off me, to not be touching me in some way.

He ends up between my legs again, and I whimper when his hot breath grazes my pussy. But I sit up quickly as realization and embarrassment surge through me at the same time. He’s about to put his face where the mess of my pussy is—his cum and my own arousal smeared all over my thighs and leaking out of me.

“What are you doing?” No one’s ever done this to me before, and I’m not sure I’m okay with it.

Theo grins up at me. “I want another taste. Nothing—and I meannothing—could keep me from wanting to taste you.” I’m still trying to work out how I feel about it when his mouth descends on my pussy, his tongue pushing apart my folds. It feels so fucking electric that I instantly forget my objections.

What he’s doing is absolutely filthy, but that’s exactly what makes it hot. Knowing he’s lapping up his own cum too turns me on in a way I didn’t even know I liked until now. He’s so hungry,so ravenous for me that he meant it when he said nothing could stop him from tasting me again, not even his own fluids. That adds to the thrill and gets me climbing all over again.

He smears his tongue across my pussy, dragging it over my clit and coating it with his cum. He fixes me with an intense gaze as he pierces me with his tongue, groaning into me as he does, and watching him devour me like this gets me right up to the edge all over again. My body starts to tremble, and Theo makes a delighted little noise as he ratchets up the hungry licks he’s taking at me.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as I tense like a drawstring, then snap under his tongue.

Another orgasm rushes through me, soaking Theo’s face, but he doesn’t stop eating me until the climax passes, leaving me so sensitive that his touch is almost more painful than pleasurable. Satisfied, he pulls away and climbs on top of me, his face hovering over mine, then kisses me greedily.

I taste both of us on his tongue, and it sends heat racing through me. I kiss him back, matching his intensity, until he abruptly pulls back.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he pants.

I laugh and shake my head. “You did all the work. But god, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting that.”

Theo collapses onto the bed beside me and pulls me into his arms, my back against his chest. Our skin glues together, a mixture of sweat and ecstasy, but I’m too exhausted and satiated to care. Theo places a soft kiss on the patch of skin where my neck meets my shoulder.

“That makes two of us,” he whispers. “It’s been next to fucking impossible to ignore the tension between us lately.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed it. So I wasn’t totally mistaken when I threw myself at you last night?”

Theo laughs. “Drunk? Sure. But mistaken? No way. Like I said, if you’d been sober and done that, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.”

A thought bubbles in my mind, but I hold it back. I know we just crossed a line, that much is obvious, but I don’t really know where we go from here. Or what Theo thinks about what we just did, so I don’t want to push my luck.

“Something on your mind?” he asks like he was reading it. I roll over to face him, our skin peeling apart in the process, but I still hesitate. “What is it?”

“Maybe we should just throw out the no-sex rule,” I blurt, hoping to just get it out there. “It was just making the tension worse, not better. This could be our little pressure release valve.”

Theo smirks and kisses my forehead. “I’m on board with that plan.”

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