Page 111 of Forget-Me-Nots and Apricots

"As you wish," he murmured, his voice dropping to a register I hadn't heard from him before. Without another word, he moved down my body with deliberate purpose, his mouth leaving a trail of heat along my skin. When he reached my hips, his hands gripped them firmly, holding me in place as his eyes met mine one last time—seeking final confirmation. I nodded, beyond words as anticipation coiled tight within me.

Theo's methodical nature transformed into something almost reverent as he settled between my thighs, his analytical mind seemingly cataloging every detail—the scent of my arousal, the way my muscles tensed in anticipation, the soft sounds that escaped me before he'd even touched me there. When his mouth finally found my center, I gasped, my back arching off the nest pleasure shot through me like lightning. His tongue moved with scientific precision, finding my most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy, as if he'd memorized a map of my body.

"Theo," I gasped, my hands clutching at the blankets as he explored me with methodical thoroughness. His analytical mind seemed to process each reaction, each sound I made, adjusting his approach for maximum effect. When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them in perfect counterpoint to the movements of his tongue, I cried out, my hips bucking against his hold.

"Your taste exceeds expectation," he murmured against me, the vibration of his words adding another layer to the sensations overwhelming me. "Complex. Intoxicating."

I clutched at the blankets beneath me, my hips moving instinctively against his mouth as he continued his meticulous exploration. When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them with practiced precision while his tongue circled my most sensitive point, I cried out his name, my body arching off the nest.

"Theo," I gasped, my hips moving instinctively against his mouth as pleasure built within me. "Please don't stop."

"I have no intention of stopping," Theo assured me, his analytical voice deepening with desire. His fingers worked inside me with scientific precision, finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. Every movement was calculated, deliberate—as if he'd studied the exact patterns that would unravel me most efficiently.

His free hand pressed against my lower abdomen, adding pressure that intensified every sensation as he continued his relentless exploration. The dual stimulation—his mouth and fingers working in perfect synchronization—pushed me rapidly toward the edge.

“Don’t hold back. Let yourself go.” Theo muttered, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. "I want to observe every micro-expression, every involuntary muscle contraction." His analytical assessment, delivered in that roughened voice, somehow pushed me closer to release.

When he increased the pressure of his tongue and curled his fingers just right, the tension inside me finally broke. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, my body arching as I cried out his name. Theo worked me through it, his movements gentling as the aftershocks rippled through me, his analytical eyes never leaving my face as he cataloged every reaction.

I looked up at him, to see his eyes were dark, as he moved closer so his forehead rested on mine, “Do you wish to continue.”

"Yes," I breathed without hesitation, my hands coming up to cup his face. "Please, Theo."

He nodded, his analytical gaze softening with something warmer as he moved up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. I could feel him, hard and ready against me, as he braced himself on his forearms above me.

"Are you certain?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint. "Your physiological responses indicate arousal, but verbal confirmation is essential."

I smiled up at him, touched by his thoroughness even in this moment of passion. "I'm certain," I whispered, my hands sliding down to his hips, guiding him closer. "I want you, Theo."

He adjusted his position with methodical precision, aligning our bodies perfectly before slowly pressing forward. We both gasped as he entered me, my body stretching to accommodate him as he filled me completely. For a moment, we remained still, adjusting to the sensation of our bodies joined together.

"The physiological compatibility is remarkable," Theo murmured, his voice strained with the effort of control. His analytical mind seemed to be processing the overwhelming sensations, cataloging each response, each feeling. "Perfect alignment."

"Always the scientist," I whispered, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. "Even now."

"It's how I process intensity," he admitted, his eyes holding mine with unexpected vulnerability. "Through observation and analysis."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. "Then observe this," I breathed, arching against him. Theo groaned, his usual composure fracturing as he began to move. His rhythm was methodical at first—careful, measured thrusts that gradually increased in depth and intensity at my reactions. Each thrust seemed calculated for maximum pleasure, his analytical mind processing my responses and adjusting accordingly.

“Theodore…please.” I moaned, using his full name to see if I could get a reaction from him…and it did. He gave a deep growl, before he repositioned me, moving my legs to his shoulders, his hands gripping my hips harshly as he thrusted into mehard.

The change in angle hit something deep inside me that made me cry out, my nails digging into his forearms as pleasure shot through me like electricity. His eyes remained locked on mine, recording every micro-expression, every reaction as he drove into me with increasing intensity.

“Gods.Theodore.”I used his name again, wanting to see what he would do since he couldn’t change the position again. Instead, he gave a snarl, and put more of his weight on me as he sped up, making me see spots.

"Your name," he growled against my ear, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. "My full name in your voice produces an unexpected neurochemical response. Fascinating."

"Is that your way of saying it turns you on?" I gasped, my body arching as he hit that perfect spot again.

"A significant understatement," Theo admitted, his analytical veneer cracking further as he continued his relentless pace. "The effect is... profound."

I clutched at his shoulders, feeling myself building toward another release. "Theodore," I whispered deliberately, watching his pupils dilate further, his rhythm faltering momentarily before resuming with even greater intensity.

"Again," he commanded, his voice carrying an Alpha edge I'd rarely heard from him.

"Theodore," I moaned, no longer teasing but genuinely overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating. The combination of his name on his lips and the intensity of his movements pushed me closer to the edge. When he slid a hand between us, finding where we were joined and pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves with scientific precision, I shattered. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body clenching around him as I cried out his name—his full name—one last time.

The sensation of my release triggered his own. With a final, powerful thrust, Theo stiffened above me, his careful control finally breaking as he found his completion. His face, usually so composed and analytical, transformed with pleasure—a sight so beautiful it made my breath catch.

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