Page 61 of Wilder at Heart
As soon as we’re under the water, he pulls me right up against him and hooooooly shit, the feel of his hard, wet body pressed up against mine as warm water thunders around usis miraculous. But not as miraculous as the sensation of his hot, hungry tongue forcing my mouth open and invading me, finding my tongue, which twists shamelessly around it, and exploring my mouth as he glues me to him, that so-big-I-don’t-want-to-think-about-it erection twitching desperately against my stomach.
One hand is clamped to the back of my head; the other slides down my back and grabs my bum, hard, and he groans into my mouth. I need to cop a feel, too. Not his dick just yet—I need to work up the courage for that—but that back. That bum. Those thighs. My hands slide greedily around his wet body as we kiss, and boy, is it a glorious journey.
He surprises me by pulling away.
‘Give me a minute,’ he pants. ‘I need to have a quick wash. I stink. I don’t want you being covered in my sweat.’
This I can do. ‘Allow me.’ I hold out my hand for the shower gel, but he shakes his head.
‘Nope. Seriously, sweetheart. If I let you soap me up, especially my cock, I won’t last a single minute.’ He jerks his head towards the bench. ‘Sit.’
And so I sit and watch the glorious, gratuitous sight that is Theo Montague smoothing a lather of bubbles over those sleek, bronzed muscles. Rubbing the thatch of dark hair under his arms. Smoothing the soap down abs so fine I just want to lick them, before he soaps up his dick and pumps it a couple of times, pulling back the foreskin so he can clean under it.
I’m eye-level with it, where I’m sitting, and holy shit. There’s nothing about what I’m seeing that makes me any more confident of being able to accommodate that thing. Even if it’s beautiful. Even if the sight of his exposed, glistening crown is making me drool. Literally.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me the whole time he’s washing himself, and as he rinses off his dick, he grins.
‘What you looking at, gorgeous?’
‘That.’ I point, and surprise myself by saying, ‘I want to lick it.’
It’s true. I do.
He laugh-groans. ‘Not sure that’s a good idea.’
‘Please, Theo. Just a taste.’
‘Jesus. Don’t look at me like that. When you look up at me like that, I’ll give you anything you want. Got it? I can’t say no to those eyes.’
He takes a step closer, and I reach out and pull him towards me by his hips. I eye his dick greedily.
‘You sure about this?’
I murmur something likeone hundred percent,because I’m not focused on words right now. I lean forward and lick up the slit at the top of Theo’s gorgeous, straight dick. Oh my God. It’s wet and delicious, and the water makes it feel like sucking a lollipop. I take another lick and go to close my lips around the tip when he jerks it away. I look up, and the look in his eyes is something I haven’t seen for a long time, if ever.
Pure desire and disbelief.
Theo Montague is looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real, and I put that look on his face.
Me.
If I thought he was good looking before, I’d clearly never seen him wet and naked and holding his dick and seemingly on the verge of coming thanks to the briefest ministrations from my mouth.
He shakes his head at me. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, I won’t last a minute like that.’
‘So come,’ I tell him. I shrug. ‘Who cares?’
‘I seem to remember boasting that I could go for hours. I’m gonna kill my reputation.’
‘Your secret is safe with me.’
He gets to his knees in front of me and puts his hands on my knees. ‘This is about you right now. I want to make you feel good. Open your legs.’
‘I—what?’
He nods. ‘Go on. Open them for me.’ He reaches up and rolls one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, and we both groan in unison.
‘Jesus.’ He says. ‘I just want to fucking devour you. Trying to pace myself here, sweetheart. Open up.’
