Page 37 of Crumbling Truth
“God, you’re beautiful,” he growled against my skin.
The sound I made when his mouth closed over one nipple might have embarrassed me, if I’d had enough presence of mind to worry about it. He sucked hard, drawing me deep into his mouth, then grazed his teeth over the tip until I arched up to meet him. When my fingers tangled in his hair, clutching him to me, he flicked his tongue across the peak until I was nearly frantic beneath him.
“Theo,” I whimpered when he moved to the other side, his long fingers toying with the first, plucking and rolling. I tried to clench my thighs together against the electric sensations zinging through me, but I only succeeded in wrapping them more tightly around his waist.
“Hmm?” The sound vibrated against my skin. “Should I stop?”
“No. Fuck no, please don’t stop.”
As he kissed a path between my breasts, he asked, “Are you ready for more?”
My lips parted as I met his eyes. His fingers had lowered to fiddle with the button of my jeans, making his meaning perfectly clear. “Is that a real question?”
“Is that a yes?”
I laughed a little incredulously, but when he lowered his head to trail hot, wet kisses across the soft swell of my belly, my head fell back in surrender. “It’s a yes. Please,” I panted.
After he deftly unbuttoned my jeans and drew them down my legs, Theo kissed his way back up, nipping the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and then my hip bone as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my purple cotton underpants.
“It’s unreal just how goddamn sexy you are,” he growled as he tugged them down.
I shuddered beneath him as he crawled back up my body, his lips meeting mine just as his hand cupped me, slipping between my legs as though it was simply meant to be there. Against his palm, I already knew he’d find me wet and hot and welcoming his touch like I’d been waiting my whole life for him. My thighs fell open to his questing fingers, beckoning him further.
When one sank deep, filling me, he swallowed the soft sound I made against his mouth, then lifted his head to watch my expression as he added another finger and curled them inside me. Helpless, restless bliss filled me as I rocked my hips against his palm. With his thumb, he stroked, circling in time with the thrust of his fingers, watching as my lips parted on a gasp.
“You are stunning,” he murmured.
As my muscles began to tense, I met his eyes, my own wide and dazed. The only thing I said was his name, but it felt like a plea.
“Let go, Esther. I won’t let you get lost, I promise. You’re right here with me. Let everything else go.”
The low timbre of his voice pushed me over the edge. I arched and cried out, clenching around his fingers. Patiently, he waited as the ripples faded, slowing the sweep of his thumb as he brought me back down from the peak. When every muscle of my body had relaxed into limp satisfaction, he finally drew his hand away and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.
“Wow. That was…wow.” My eyes fell shut while I waited for my pulse to slow. “You’re very good with your hands.”
Theo laughed. “Wait until you see what I can do with my mouth. How do you feel? Did you lose any piece of the brilliant woman that you are?”
I opened my eyes and looked at him, the rugged stranger who’d somehow become my first lover in longer than I cared to admit. There wasn’t even a hint of smugness in his earnest brown eyes, only a fierce kind of joy. Nothing he could saywould have convinced me of his own enjoyment more than that particular visual.
“No,” I said softly, rolling so I was nestled against him. “Not at all. I feel…found.”
Chapter Fifteen
Theo
Found.
It was the perfect word for it—and I found her again, and again, and again. I was sure I’d pushed her to the point of exhaustion when she came hard on my tongue that last time, but after a moment’s respite, she shoved me onto my back and did some finding of her own.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she trailed her lips over my abs, her fingers at work on my zipper.
“That’s the idea.” She grinned at me. “It’s my turn to play. Just lie back and relax.”
Relaxing was out of the question, but I reclined on the pillows and bent my knees to give her room. Her mouth, sweeter than any of her confections as she teased and tasted, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I tried to control my breathing, to keep myself in check, butplaywas exactly what she did. My hands tangled in her hair, lifting it back from her beautiful face so I could watch as she explored my cock with her lips and tongue.
Sex had been many things for me over the years—stress relief, catharsis, exercise, connection.
This was different. More. Her joy and enthusiasm were contagious.
