Page 44 of Crumbling Truth
“Oh,Theo,”she breathed, arching so the lush roundness of her ass nestled snugly against me.
I grinned against her shoulder. “Good?”
“Beyond good,” she replied.
Cupping her breast in my palm, I teased her nipple, rolling and pinching, drawing those sweet sounds from her throat as I moved slow and deep inside her. I let my teeth graze the spot where her neck met her shoulder, then soothed it with my tongue and slipped my hand down between her legs.
With a low purr of pleasure, she spread her legs as far as she could in this position and I took full advantage, keeping my thrusts slow to ensure she came again before I did. Based on the way she squirmed, she was getting close.
“That’s it,” I murmured in her ear, the low words making her shiver. “I want to feel you letting go. Go on.”
On a guttural cry, she did, her hips rocking hard against mine as every muscle clenched around me, squeezing like a vise. I trailed kisses over her shoulder and the side of her neck, leaving my fingers in place to brush over her sensitized skin as I increased my pace and started thrusting in earnest.
“So good,” I whispered. “You feel so good around me. I could spend all night inside you.”
A soft whimper escaped her as she dropped her head back against my chest. “More. Please,” she whispered.
“More of this?” I asked, circling the tip of my finger around her clit, then I shifted to grip her thigh and thrust hard. “Or this?”
“That,” she gasped, clamping her hand over mine to keep it there, pressing my fingers deeper into her soft flesh.
I laughed hoarsely against her skin and did as she commanded. Her muscles still rippled around me from that last orgasm, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Both of us were panting, moaning softly, until I couldn’t tell whose breath was whose.
When Esther’s grip loosened, I cupped my hand between her legs and stroked twice until she arched again and let out a trembling moan as another orgasm rocketed through her. I buried myself deep and came hard, muffling my own groan against her shoulder.
For a long moment, we stayed linked together like that, then her body shuddered in front of me.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” I whispered frantically, horrified.
She rolled her head to look at me and I realized she wasn’t crying at all—she was laughing. That elusive dimple was out in full force, her rosy lips curved into a glorious smile, green eyes aglow. I stared at her, fascinated, until she twined her fingers with mine and lifted our joined hands to press a kiss to my knuckles.
“That was incredible,” she said dreamily.
Her laughter was contagious; even before I pulled out of her, I started chuckling into the silky mass of her hair.
“Youare incredible,” I corrected.
As I withdrew, she lifted her leg off of me and curled into a little ball of contentment. I kissed her shoulder one last time before rising to throw away the condom, then I curved my body around hers and blanketed her with my arm.
While my pulse slowed and my skin cooled, I was overcome by one thought: I would be happy to stay right here for the rest of my life.
Chapter Eighteen
Esther
SexwithTheowasat once overwhelming and comforting, like I’d finally found a place where I could set myself free and still come back together again afterward. Somehow, he managed to be the perfect combination of demanding and endlessly accommodating.
And his stamina—well. No complaints there.
Though he teased me for once again losing count of the orgasms he doled out like candy on Halloween, it was impossible to keep track of the pleasure. He made me feel not like I’d been living under a rock, but like I was free to explore, and explore we did. Positions I’d only read about in romance novels were presented for my choosing, and even if we tried more than I’d ever dreamed possible, he paid close attention to my response to each and every one.
When we rolled out of bed to eat a slapdash dinner, he pulled on his jeans but stayed shirtless, which I appreciated immensely. The dark hair on his chest did nothing to hide the musclesunderneath, sculpted and bronzed and, as I’d learned, definitely not just for show.
Once I tied the belt of a satin robe around my waist, I ran my hands over his skin for the sheer joy of the contrasting textures, all wiry curls and warm skin. I sighed with pleasure and he laughed softly.
“Come on, you. We need some food if we’re going to keep this up,” he teased, clasping my hands and kissing them in turn.
I smirked up at him. “Right. Food. Let’s go.”
