Page 72 of Nemesis
My body was still humming when he disappeared between my legs, my knees still pushed against my chest. He ran his tongue along the inside of my thigh, and I collapsed on the bed, arms thrown over my face at the thought of him cleaningusfrom my dripping pussy.
“You came so sweetly for me earlier, drenching my mouth when I ate that pretty pussy of yours. Does my pretty girl think she can do it again?” he asked, his words muttered against me, his heated breath cascading across the sensitive skin.
“Yes,” I pleaded breathlessly.
And then he was on me, his mouth ravenous as he caught our releases with his tongue and pushed it back inside. I cried out in pleasure.
My hands shot down to grip his hair, pulling his head as tight as I could to my sex as I grinded down while he licked, sucked, and nibbled on my already swollen clit, his stubble heightening the sensation as I rolled my hips into him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he hummed, releasing my clit from his teeth. “But you taste even sweeter when you beg.”
He dived back in, and then I was coming,again, another orgasm exploding through my body—toes curling, cunt clenching around his tongue, and black swarming my vision. A scream tore out of my chest, the sound waves permeating the air.
“Oh, Theo…” I panted.
What is this man doing to me? I’ve never felt hunger like this.
“Open up,mi alma, taste how good we are together.”
Confusion cut through me at his command, diluting the blissful fog, and I opened my eyes, only to find him looming over me.
He thumbed my chin, prying my lips open. I stared up at him, waiting. He pressed his thumb into my mouth until he felt the back of my tongue. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I fought the urge to gag.
He leaned forward, coming so close our lips nearly touched, a wicked smile gracing his lips. His eyes glimmered and I waited for him to say something, but he remained silent.
Instead, he opened his mouth and spat a warm liquid into mine. My eyes widened in surprise when a sweet, tangy taste swarmed my senses, a dripping thin filament connecting our mouths as he pulled away.
Our eyes clashed, a dark hunger swarming his irises. “Swallow,” he grunted, gently closing my mouth shut. I barely recognized his voice. It was deeper, huskier, drowning in lust.
I whimpered and did as I was told. I was tasting him for the first time and it sent a shudder of pleasure throughout my entire body, a rush of arousal pooling in my core as I gulped it down. His hand rested around my neck, his thumb stroking it as it bobbed.
“Such an obedient angel,” he praised, and I bit my lip to hold in another whimper.
He leaned closer and used his teeth to detach it from mine, biting it in return. Then he kissed me,devouredme with such fervor, I melted into him with a soft sigh, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.
He held the back of my neck, and I returned his kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth, sucking and stroking against his.
This kiss was different. It wrapped around us, allowing us to pour everything we couldn’t put into words into it.
Theo settled next to me and pulled me into him, our limbs tangling in each other. He slightly pulled away, his soft fingers dragging up and down my spine as we caught our breaths, the thrum of our hearts beating in unison.
He gazed down at me, his dark eyes taking me in with such softness. He looked so at peace and that pulled at a string of my heart, knowing I hadn’t told him everything.
Pushing the thought away, I sighed at the feel of his lazy caresses and smiled up lazily at him, my eyes heavy and my body sated.
“You’re going to put me to sleep if you keep that up.” I snuggled closer to him, nestling my head into his chest, his chin resting on top of my hair.
I barely heard his response as my eyes grew heavier, his hand rubbing slow circles down my back. The last thing I remembered was feeling something heavy being draped over us and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, sleep eventually consumed me, the whispers of an “I love you” plunging me into unconsciousness.
I felt his warmth seep into my skin as I slowly came to. I woke up with a content smile grazing my lips, realizing last night was the best sleep I’d had in a long time.
I blinked my eyes open and stared up at the face that was only two inches away from mine. Theo was still sound asleep, softly snoring.
Sleeping on his stomach, his head was resting on his arm, while his other was splayed across my middle. He looked so at peace that I couldn’t help but reach for him, my thumb brushing across his cheek. He slightly stirred, his arm tightening around me, pulling me closer.
His brown curls were messy from my incessant pulling last night. One of his curls fell onto his forehead and my hand moved to brush it back, my thumb smoothing down the slight crease that was forming on his forehead.
He was so fucking beautiful.
