Page 76 of My Turn Petal
The thrill of being chased and the thrill of catching her make both our heart rates go off.
Coming to a fork in the hiking track—the river, or deep in the woods?
I know my petal likes a challenge.
I turn right, into the deep. Follow the trail of bushes at my side as I stride through the stagnant air and cross the steep trail. Blanketed by the natural atmosphere, I catch a movement in my peripheral.
The rays of sunshine barely hit this shadowed spot.
I wait patiently until her figure scurries forward like a dear caught in the lion’s den. Knowing there’s no escape yet fleeting the scene regardless.
I puff my chest, feeling like I can truly breathe. Clenching my hands at my sides, all my veins pop out, and the adrenaline rush takes over.
In a haste, my long legs race to entrap her between my arms.
She tries to wriggle out of my arms but at the same time, she giggles nonstop, loving this hold I have on her.
I spin her to face me and lift her to straddle my hips.
“You caught me,” she says with a wide grin.
I don’t know if she knows yet, she’s giving me the love eyes lately. She hasn’t verbalized that and I don’t intend to pressure her into anything she isn’t ready for.
It is still kind of nice to see her doing it. Unintentionally.
I stare deeply into her eyes, “I will always catch you,” my lips press to hers and devour her mouth with each flick of my tongue.
She moans into my mouth.
“Did you doubt me?” I question.
“Never.” She tightens are hug by squeezing me. “If there is one thing I’m sure of in all the three years I’ve known you is that I never doubted you once.”
“Petal,” squeezing her ass to my front, “Don’t make me blush,” I kiss her again.
I put her down, and my palm clings to her throat, holding her in place while she pushes her ass against my erection.
She whispers sweet nothings into my ears, just soft sounds that her throat makes.
I reach between her tatted thighs, my fingers strum over her clit and then pinch it.
Frankie
Awhimperedmoaneruptsfrom the deep in my throat.
His solid frame is blanketing me and his hand is wrapped around my throat, displaying dominance and authority.
I live for this shit.
Theo is undeniably the wickedest partner I’ve ever had. And the best communicator I encountered. There’s no dull moment with him.
As he pinches my clit again a grunt rumbles from his chest. “You’re fucking dripping,” he relishes in this moment.
I moan in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his finger caressing my jaw as he continues to flick my clit.
He teaches me every day how little I live in my body and how much I reside in my head.
Although it’s hard to forget this condition, with Theo by my side, I feel like I can truly conquer it for the first time. His reassurance means the world to me. No one ever bothered to tell me they wanted to be in my life, let alone stay.
