Page 36 of My Turn Petal
The battle raging in my core telling me Theo is exactly what I always wanted in a man. The way he communicates his intentions. His sincere gestures. The interest he is showing in me, asking so many questions before we do anything is one step in a healthy path.
The fact he is into the same shit as I am is top-tier.
I can feel his cock straining against his confines. I wonder what are the thoughts occupying his mind right now.
Am I ever going to be enough?
Will he see beyond the state I’m in?
Nuzzling our noses against each other, I inhale his citrus cologne to memory. This is an opportunity to heal. Stop overthinking and analyzing all the fragments I can’t control and devote myself to the initial reason we set.
In a swift movement, he rises to his feet with me attached to him, puts me on the bed, and climbs next to me.
Theo puts his head on my belly and asks, “Do you listen to spicy audiobooks?”
“Yes…”
If he tells me he listens to spicy audiobooks I will lose my composure and rip his clothes off.
He takes his phone from the nightstand and hands it to me.
“Pick a book.” He caresses my belly. “I listen to them all the time.”
Fuck, yes!
Why does he have to be so fucking perfect? It only makes everything so much harder and more complicated, knowing I can’t give him what he craves.
I scroll through the large list of spicy books he has in his library, and when I see a title that piques my interest, I press play.
“Tell me you want to have a scene with me.” He requests, tone a bit commanding but still asking for permission.
There’s no hesitation on my part, “I want to scene with you.”
In a bat of an eyelash, he climbs on top of me to peel off my sweats and underwear. Slowly, he drags them down while looking into my eyes, until he leaves me completely exposed to him.
“Very good, petal.”
Fuck me and the praise kink that gets me so fucking wet.
A tiny moan flies past my lips when his fingers graze my legs.
It’s been a long time since someone touched me, and even then it wasn’t exciting anymore, it was me trying to fill a void someone else had while I was dealing with my void.
He spreads my knees apart, licking his lips when his eyes catch the traces of arousal that are smeared along my pussy.
The corner of his mouth tugs higher. “Touch yourself.”
I have no idea what went on in the book because my attention was subjected to him, I tune myself back to the narrator’s voice—he has a nice voice, but not like Theo’s penetrating tone that envelops me like a warm hug.
My fingers connect with my slit, gliding, collecting my arousal, and start rubbing my clit.
“Does the words turn you on or the voice?” Theo asks.
“Both, but honestly he could read a menu for all I care.”
He chuckles, “Good to know.”
My fingers continue to pleasure my clit and I imagine it’s Theo’s fingers instead, roaming all over my pussy and toying with my arousal.
