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When I arch back into him, he kisses my clit and hums against it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says while licking my folds. “Can I try something?”

Try whatever you want, lift me off this bed, and fuck me until the entire neighborhood knows I’m yours. Justdon’tstop.

“Yes,” I gasp.

With a series of kisses along my clit to my entrance, he moves his free hand up my stomach to my breasts. He brushes a fingertip over my nipple, and I shiver and relax around him.

“Have you played with your breasts before?”

“Mhm,” I pant as my chest heaves.

“Words, baby girl. Do you like this?” He feathers his finger over my nipple, sending a shockwave throughout my body.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Or this?” Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my bud, and the ripple intensifies.

My lower back arches off the bed, and his dark chuckle vibrates into me. “Look at me, Wren,” he orders while increasing his tongue’s momentum, but I shake my head.

“I can’t.” I grip the sheets again as his fingers work me higher and higher.

Nerves spread through me, and I’m becoming acutely aware of where we are and what we’re doing. My breathing quickens, and the urge to run creeps in.

“You still trust me?” he asks while slowing down.

It’s such a simple question; one I already know the answer to. Trusting Theo is easy, so when I nod, I mean it wholeheartedly.

“Then, look at me.”

Without a second thought, I look down at him, right into his chocolate eyes, and a fresh wave of desire surges through me. It takes over my common sense and anxiety. All that matters is this moment, Theo and I, and nothing else.

“Is this too much?” he whispers while making out with my most sensitive area.

I thought it would be, so when I mutter a “No,” I’m just as surprised as him. Seeing Theo this way. . . it’s different, vulnerable, and invigorating. When he moans and swipes his tongue from up my slit, I shiver, and my head drops back.

“Eyes on me,” he growls.

Readjusting, I grant him my attention and become mesmerized with watching him pleasure me. “Oh my god.” I’m shaking again.

The worry and shadow of a doubt creep away.

“You’re so close. I can taste it.”

“Theo,” I cry out, and he pulls me closer to his mouth. “Fuck!”

Reaching down, I weave my fingers in his hair. His fingertip works my hardened peak as his other hand focuses on hitting my G-spot repeatedly.

It all becomes too much. In seconds, I’m a whimpering, moaning mess. The kissing sounds bounce off the walls, the desperate look in his eyes and how good every inch of him feels—I can’t handle much more of it.

“Just like that, don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice breaking as I roll my hips against his mouth.

He presses closer, his lips firm and unrelenting as he sucks on my clit, each pull sending electric sparks down my spine. He curls his fingers inside me, grazing that perfect spot with expert precision, making my whole body ignite. Heat radiates from where his mouth meets my skin, and every flick of his tongue seems like it’s branding me, setting fire to every nerve. Stars explode in my eyes, and my mouth drops open with ragged groans. I grip Theo’s hair, holding him against me as I ride out the intense pleasure raking through me.

Everything is tingling: my thighs, back, arms, and heart. This is what I’ve been missing out on? No woman deserves to go without coming like this at least once in her life because, damn, nothing beats it.

Loosening my hold on his hair, I fall against the mattress.

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