Page 65 of Wilder at Heart
Until now.
Theo feeds his last inch into me and rolls his hips as he bottoms out, and holyfuck.
I thought we wouldn’t fit, but we do.
This feeling is just the right side of overwhelm. My entire body is buzzing as it accommodates this man.
Not accommodates.
Welcomes.
‘Jesus, sweetheart.’ Theo’s brow creases and his eyes go even darker as he pulls out a few inches and slides back in. Slowly—he doesn’t have much room to work with—but forcefully. ‘Look at you, spread out for me like that. You’re like a fucking feast. Look at my dick inside you. Filling you up. Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. So tight, my balls are going to explode.’
Okay. So he’s going for a double jab. A one-two. Hit me with his dick and finish me off with dirty talk.
I can do this. I can do this. Despite the cool water on my skin, it’s growing slick with sweat as I absorb the impact of him driving into me so decisively and the tricks his words are playing on my brain, which seems not to have got the I-just-had-an-earth-shattering-orgasmmemo.
‘Do you think you can come again?’
‘I’m not sure,’ I pant. ‘I mean, not usually, but maybe?—’
‘Wrong answer, gorgeous.’
He releases my bum and I stay in place, thanks to his expert-level pillow prep. His long, tanned fingers drag up over my hips, up my stomach, and he bends forward slightly to palm my boobs before running his fingertips over my nipples. Hard.
I buck.
‘You like that, sweetheart? Those pretty little nipples—you don’t know what they do to me. I want to suck them. Bite them. They’re so fucking delicious. I want to come all over them. So much. But not as much as I want to come inside this tight pussy.’
‘Oh my God, keep doing that,’ I beg.
My nipples were sensitive after I came, but they’re responding greedily to Theo’s compliments and ministrations.
I’mresponding greedily.
I want him in my mouth.
I want him to come on my boobs and my stomach and show me how much he wants me.
But most of all, I want to lie here like this, spread out for him, watching as he pumps in and out of me, because he’s picking up speed and the intensity is beyond description. He’s hitting internal parts of me that I’m pretty sure are unchartered territory. He’s taken the lead, and honestly, I’m just along for the ride.
I get it now. The pillow thing. It’s not just to line us up. It’s the angle. Not only is he massive, but he’s pressing against my front wall and the pressure, the ache, is building in a waythat’s totally different from my usual orgasms. It’s a heat that’s spreading throughout my body, inside and out, rippling through my nervous system.
Theo moves his hands to my hips and picks up both his pace and his force with rhythmical thrusts that I’m powerless against. My hands scrabble on the sheet as the heat builds deep inside me, where he’s hitting me. Filling me up and turning me inside out.
Though he’s pumping me consistently, his face is showing signs of strain, his eyes fluttering, those gorgeous eyes pools of black, and his jaw tensing.
‘How’s that non-orgasm coming along?’ he grits out.
I open my mouth to answer and he seals his thumb to my clit, dragging it back and forth, and myit’s coming along nicely, thanksgets thrown out in favour of something unintelligible. I gasp, and practically snort out my exhale, because the combined pressure of his thumb and the perfect thump-thump-thump as he rams balls-deep into me is like nothing I’ve felt before, ever.
All I can do is breathe and take it. Take the slams that are so fucking perfect I’m losing my mind. Take the relentless stimulation from his thumb. I’m vaguely aware that I’ve gone from gasping to moaning to whimpering, and that Theo’s facial expression suggests he’s happy with my reaction.
‘Give it to me.’Thrust. ‘You look so fucking beautiful when you’re coming, baby.’Thrust. ‘I can feel it. I can feel you. You’re close, you’re close?—’
Andbam,the heat that’s been shimmering through my body goes red hot, like an atom bomb radiating out from where his flesh is on and in mine. My vision goes black and purple and orange and pink and red and I let rip a string of crap—I have no idea what I’m shouting. Something aboutGodandfuckandTheoandyesas my head lashes from side to side.
As those radiant waves course through my body, Theo’s thrusts slow before he swells and pulses and explodes, his fingers digging into my hips, his dick stretching me open any more. I summon all my possible ab strength to push against him. Into him.
