Page 115 of Wilder at Heart
‘Hmm.’ She stops wriggling, her body going pliable under me. ‘Yeah. I can’t quite remember. You’d better remind me.’
She smiles, and my heart and dick thump their approval in unison.
I release her wrists, and she opens up for me, dragging those long legs across the sheets so I can have at her. Sliding onto mystomach and dipping my head between her thighs, I get what I wanted. The taste I’ve been starving for. My tongue hits her warm, slick centre, and holy fuck. It’s nirvana. So wet for me. I lap at her, between her slippery folds and right up to her clit, and the noise she makes is exactly how I feel. It’s a long, deep groan that tells me she’s already well on her way to release. I just need to make it as good as possible for her.
My hands slide along the smooth skin of her inner thighs before I drag one up over her stomach so I can find a breast. A nipple. I palm her hard, the fingers of my other hand slipping inside her tight, hot channel. My dick has such raging FOMO it’s threatening to blow its load on the duvet.
‘Fuck me. I missed your pussy almost as much as I missed you,’ I mumble against her flesh as I burrow my nose and mouth greedily into her. She makes an indecipherable noise that tells me I’m hitting all the right spots. Her breath is growing more ragged, her moans are becoming whimpers, and her hips are moving to their own rhythm, a rhythm that makes me want to bury myself up to the hilt inside her right this fucking second.
I work her with my tongue and fingers and lips, sucking and pushing and lapping with a punishing rhythm, and my girl takes it all until sensation overloads her body and her flesh is spasming around me and against me. She convulses on the bed and I press a palm against her pelvis to hold down her hips, soaking up the taste and the scent and the sounds of her as she explodes. I’m not letting up until I’ve milked every last drop of this orgasm from her.
Just as I know she won’t let up until she’s milked every last drop from me.
She’s a sight for sore fucking eyes when I crawl back up her body. Her legs all over the place, forearm flopped over her eyes, her entire body limp. She pulls her arm up enough to gaze at me,and it seems she likes what she sees, because those still-glazed eyes narrow and sweep lazily over my chest and face.
It’s probably the raw, unfiltered desire on my face that has her licking her lips. I’m frantic for her. My dick is aching to be sheathed in that same wet warmth my mouth just sampled. And I’m sure she can see all that in my eyes.
Hopefully she can see awe, too.
Awe that I get to be the guy to touch that body and bring her to a climax like that.
That I get to put an actual part of my anatomy inside her body.
Pay homage to her.
Worship at her shrine.
‘Best thing I’ve ever tasted,’ I tell her, my elbows framing her face. Lowering my mouth to hers. ‘I really, really need to fuck you now, baby.’
She reaches a hand between us and wraps her hand around my poor, aching cock, and I full-body tremor at the sensation. She tilts her hips up and guides my weeping crown to her entrance. I can feel the heavenly wetness right there. I’m so close to getting what I need.
And then she says it.
‘I need you to fuck me, Theo.’ There’s a begging expression in those huge eyes of hers that makes me want to give thanks to some god I don’t believe in. And then my eyelids drift closed as she guides me slowly inside of her and every drop of blood, every sensation in my body goes straight to my dick.
I inch forward. She’s soaking, but I want to give her a chance to accommodate me. Give her body time to remember me. I open my eyes and watch her face for a clue as to how I’m doing. Whether I’m hurting her. It’s so fucking difficult not to lurch forward. My skin has a sheen of sweat already from the effort of holding off. Of not ploughing right into her.
And then I’m in. Home fucking sweet home. Buried balls-deep in Nora’s wet heat, so snug that sheen of sweat prickles and builds, and my balls tighten with incredible pressure. But not inevitable. Not just yet. I’m going to hold on as long as I fucking can.
As I start to move, she takes a couple of deep breaths, like I’m already fucking the air out of her lungs. Her arms grip my shoulders for dear life.
‘You okay, baby?’ I manage.
‘Yes.’She moans out the word. ‘Mmm. Harder.’
Fuck yes.That’s my girl.I slip one of my arms under her knee and haul her leg over my shoulder, allowing myself a good handful of her ass. I pull out and thrust back in, harder this time, using my grip to get myself as deep within her body as possible. My mouth catches hers, our lips finding and tangling. My tongue driving into her mouth, matching the rhythm of my dick.
We’re so in sync, it blows my mind. We move slickly together, my hips pistoning and hers rolling, rocking me into the cradle of her body each time I drive home. And each time I do, the pressure builds. In my balls. In my dick. Up my spine.
It’s not just physical pressure building. Not just thefuck, yesfriction of flesh against flesh. Not just the way her internal muscles are pumping my dick.
No, it seems the only place my body has left with any blood aside from my dick is my heart. Because as we lie there together, me and Nora, fused in the most profound way possible, the pressure builds in my chest. The glow infuses my entire body. I kiss her as I invade her, and she gives and gives and gives, and the ageless act of intimacy, of our bodies’ surrender to each other’s, is enough to blow my goddamn mind.
I explode inside her, coming and coming as my body jerks out its release and the pressure transforms into red-hot waves of pleasure that course over me as I cling to her, gripping herhair and kissing her and muttering senseless expletives and endearments against her mouth.
Our cheeks are both wet, and I’m not sure I could tell you who’s to blame.
CHAPTER 43
