Page 85 of My Turn Petal
The longing to have him inside me flourishes in the depths of me. Theo’s voice guides me as he draws another orgasm between my legs.
“Good and wet for me,” he says to my lips.
I get off him and stand up, while he places himself against the headboard with nothing on.
“Crawl to me.” His eyes scan my entire frame. “Wiggle your gorgeous body for me.” He sits there, stroking his hard cock.
I lean on one side and slowly shift to the other. Step by step, I move on the mattress until I cover his frame with mine.
He cups my breasts, massaging them before his tatted arm flips us. He bites my waist with his vicious teeth, and I moan loudly. Then nuzzles the gap between my breasts, kisses the spot gently, and rolls his tongue on my skin.
His soft groans are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Breathe,” Theo instructs me. “You’re perfect, you can take me.”
I joke, “I think my ass deserves a kissing session.”
“I think it’s something we can work on.”
With my eyes closed, I feel his face hovering above me, breathing on my skin. And his ravenous kisses assault my lips.
He’s always there to catch me when I fall. It happens often and it might happen again tonight but I know I can rely on Theo when I’m taking the guilt trip. Neglecting the fact I’m healing at my own pace. I can’t control it sometimes like I can control my condition. But simply accept my journey and continue to do the treatment that’ll help me recover.
Cock in hand, Theo rubs the crown along my drenched pussy, tickling my sensitive clit.
Staring deep into my soul, he lines himself at my opening, signaling me to take a deep breath.
I inhale deeply, puffing my lungs as I start to feel him slipping in. I’m not sure his head is even fully inside but my pulse hammers in my chest.
The room is spinning as his tender hands hold my cheeks.
“Shhh, calm the storm.” He whispers.
All of my emotions are clogged in my throat. “I’m scared.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“It’s not you, I’m scared of.” I exhale a shaky breath. “It’s me.”
“I’m right here with you. Look at me, petal. I’m all you need to see.” He kisses my forehead softly before he slides himself inside me leisurely. Taking his time. Inch by precious inch. The pressure feels pleasurable yet alarming.
I want to stop but I don’t. Not really. And my body accepts him.
I accept him.
Omg.
I accept him.
He is inside me.
Not all the way but more than I ever managed to accommodate.
The realization starts to raise my heartbeat again.
“It’s just me and you, breathe.” Pining my hands over my head, he plunges his tongue into my gaped mouth while his free hand plays with my clit and distracts me.
“Fuck!” We both gasp in unison. My walls swallow him to the depths of me.
