Page 86 of With Us

“Anyway,” I said, forcing some pep into my tone, “eventually, I was too old to have any real chance of adoption. I bounced around foster homes until I was eighteen. Then I moved in with another girl from the system for a bit, but it didn’t work. When you live with so many people, usually sharing everything, including a room, you want your own space. I never had a family after the age of four, and even before that, really. Grandma hadn’t even wanted to raise her own daughter; she certainly didn’t want to raise her daughter’s daughter. But now I feel like I kind of have a big family. And I love that. So, thank you.” Before Theo could say whatever he was thinking, I added, “Can we drop this subject, though? We had a good night, and now I feel like I brought the mood down.”

“You didn’t,” he said, grabbing my hand and lifting it up to his mouth. He kissed my fingers, keeping them there so his lips brushed them as he spoke. “But we can drop it.”

It was obvious he didn’t want to. His jaw was tense, the vein and muscles in his neck more pronounced. But for me, he kept his thoughts to himself.

“What should we cook on Sunday?” he asked instead.

“Good question. That burger bar was pretty cool, what about something like that?”

He nodded. “That’d be good. I’m sure everyone will want to bring sides or dessert.”

We pulled into the driveway a couple minutes later, parking right in front of the porch. Without the city lights, the sky was so much darker.

Who has a birthday party on a Monday night? It’s eleven and I have been up since like four. More importantly, I have to be up in less than five hours.

What was I thinking?

I peeked over at Theo.

Oh. Yeah.

Still, I yawned as I climbed up the steps, wishing I’d taken my shoes off in the car.

As if he’d read my thoughts, Theo asked, “Feet hurt?”

“Yeah, but not as bad as I’d expected.”

Unlocking the door, he stepped aside so I could enter. He followed me in, pausing to punch in the code. “Think you can keep them on a little longer?”

I started to ask why before seeing the look on his face. Instead, my nipples tightened, my panties grew damp, and I had no other response but to nod.

Well, that and throw myself at him. Which was exactly what I did.

My body hit his, my fingers going into his hair as I pulled his head down. It didn’t take much effort since he was already leaning down to kiss me. Theo lifted me, his hand pushing the skirt of my dress up so he could cup my ass. My legs wrapped around him, my mouth hungry for a taste of every bit of skin I could reach.

I licked the vein in his neck. Bit down on his stubble roughened jaw. Kissed his lips. Bit and sucked his bottom lip.

“Close enough,” he growled, setting me onto a step. Dropping down to his knees on a lower one, he pulled my panties off and put my legs over his shoulders. His mouth covered my pussy, and he licked and sucked as if he’d been deprived for years, like a starving man unleashed on a buffet.

Like he was addicted.

Holding his head to me, I focused on what I was feeling. The tension that coiled in my lower stomach. The telltale build that begged for me to chase it. Only I didn’t have to. Theo knew exactly what to do, what I needed, to send me over the edge.

And that night was no different. He let it build, easing back when I got too close to the edge. When I couldn’t take it anymore, he flicked my clit faster with his tongue, his fingers fucking me roughly until I was coming. He slowed and removed his fingers, before starting again with just his mouth.

When I was rocking my hips, needy and empty, Theo pulled away. “Roll over.” Doing as he said, I was rewarded with his low groan. I heard his pants rustling as he took them off before feeling his thick cock pushing against me. He curled over my body, his lips grazing my ear. “This too hard on your knees, gattina?”

“No.” I gripped the stair in front of me.

Slowly, he slid his cock into me. Once it was in, filling me, his hands went next to mine. His body stayed curled over mine. “Tell me if that changes.”

I cried out as he pulled almost all the way out just to thrust back in. If it weren’t for the fact I was still wearing my dress, I’d have some uncomfortable rug burns developing on my chest and stomach.

Sex with Theo had always been intense. Once I’d gotten used to taking him, he’d stopped holding back. That meant it was often rough, hard, and uncontrolled.

I loved it.

Theo fucked me like he couldn’t get enough. Like he couldn’t get close enough. Deep enough.

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