Page 64 of Wilder at Heart
I cling to him like one of those floppy beanbag frog toys, but he’s clinging to me just as hard, and murmuring in my ear between licks at my neck and nibbles at my earlobe.
‘You’re amazing, sweetheart. Having you come on my mouth like that was un-fucking-real. On my fingers. God, I need to be inside you so badly. I want to fuck you so hard.’
He was right. I’m no longer worried about fitting him inside me. This guy could do anything to me right now. If my vaginal muscles have relaxed as much as every other muscle in my body—and by relaxed, I mean been rendered utterly useless—then he should have no problems gaining entry.
I’m moving backwards in space, and Theo’s bending over me, cradling my head, cupping my bum, as he lays my top half down on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge. When I’m flat, he combs his fingers through my wet hair, coaxing it back off my face, and kisses me. My arms are still wrapped around his neck as I kiss him back, our tongues seeking and tangling. I can feel the hunger in the way his tongue probes. This poor guy hasn’t come yet. I reach between us, and he shudders against me as I get a grip on his length.
‘Wait, sweetheart.’
And then he’s pulling away from me and heading back into the bathroom from where he emerges, triumphantly holding up a strip of condoms.
‘You came prepared,’ I slur from my spreadeagled position. I couldn’t move if I tried.
‘I’m an optimist.’ He rips one off the strip and holds up the little foil package. ‘You good with this?’
I meet his gaze. ‘Yep.’
He bites his lower lip. Shakes his head. ‘Fucking hell, sweetheart. I cannot wait for this.’
He grabs a pillow and hoists me up under my bum, stuffing the pillow under it. Cocks his head. Surveys me. Looks at his dick, and then back at me. Adds another pillow. His movements are hurried. Jerky. Like he can’t make them quickly enough.
Mmm. I like a man who preps (even if I’m now at a seriously weird angle).
I giggle. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m lining us up, you little beauty, so I can get a good angle and reach your clit and still see your gorgeous body all spread out for me.’
All right, then.
Theo fumbling to open a condom and then rolling one on as quickly as possible while huffing and gasping through the process of edging it up his huge and presumably very sensitive dick is immensely gratifying, until he grabs under my knees and pulls my legs up and rubs himself slickly against me, and the concept of gratification takes on a whole new meaning. I arch my back and wrap my legs around him and take it, because even though I’m highly unlikely to have a second orgasm, I’ll take everything this man is offering right now.
Although, I’m not convinced about this position. It feels a little… distant. His face is miles away, and I won’t be able to kiss him when he’s inside me, and I’m a bit exposed, lying here like this, and?—
Oh. My. God.
Theo feeds his first inch into me, and my interior monologue juststops.
In its place, intensity of the best kind as he starts to fill me up.
And that view. It’s even better than it was when he stood over me in the shower, because he’s putting his dick inside me and I have a front-row seat to the Theo Montague show.
That body.
Those abs, flexing as he pushes in carefully.
The place where his flesh is fusing with mine.
But best of all, the gorgeous, tortured, ecstatic expressions that flit across his face as he sucks his breath in through his teeth. I can tell he’s trying to go slow for me.
‘Relax, baby.’ He squeezes my bum cheeks. ‘Breathe.’
I smile at him and blow out my breath, willing my body to accommodate him because I want him so badly. And it does. I take him in, and I suspect the ecstasy and hope and disbelief I can see on his face is mirrored on my own.
Because we’re finally here.
Ten years after I turned down a night with him because the boy I kissed triggered everydangersignal in my nervous system.
And just a few weeks after our paths crossed again, after we hatched some kind of fucked-up deal, and after—whether I want to admit it or not—the tension between us started to build into something so fierce and feral that I’ve been a total idiot to deny it.
