“You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked, so yes, I’m very proud of myself.”
This was exactly how to handle her. This morning I’d been sweet, this evening rough. The lover and the alpha. I was going show her she could have both.
I took a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and stepped out of the shower. “Clean up and come to bed, Felicity. We still have four more days.”
Felicity
Day 4
9:56 a.m.
I felt hot. My nipples were hard. My chest rose and fell with each short, quick breath. Licking my lips, my eyes were still closed as I fought the urge to moan…
Wait.
Feeling another wave of pleasure shoot through me, I opened my eyes, already grasping the sheets. Glancing down, I saw Theo’s head between my thighs, his tongue licking, sucking my pussy.
“The-o….” I moaned and yanked his black hair.
He didn’t stop licking my clit. I bit my thumb and rocked against his tongue, his face. Jesus fucking Christ, it felt… it felt fucking remarkable.
Pulling his hair once more, he seized my thighs and pulled me closer to his mouth and sucked me.
“Oh yes!” I cried. It was so good my eyes were watering, my toes curling. His tongue fucked me in a way I could not describe, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Theo!” I cried as I came, and he drank in all of me, which only turned me on more.
“Good morning.” He licked his lips when he finally came up.
Lust. Desire. It was all I felt. Sitting up, I kissed him with my tongue in
his mouth, tasting myself on him. When our lips broke apart, I stared into his green eyes, not daring to look away.
“I want to taste you on my tongue,” I said boldly.
He grinned. “I’m already up and waiting for you.”
Pushing him onto his back, I turned around and sure enough, his cock was standing high and proud for me. Bending over with my ass in his face, I licked the tip and grabbed the rest of him. This was my moment to repay him for waking me up like that, but he had other ideas… ideas to drive me insane. He ate me out again as I sat on his face. I swirled my tongue around his cock as if he were an ice cream cone meant only for me.
I knew neither of us would make it out of bed anytime soon.
1:00 p.m.
This morning and last night was… wow. There was no other way to describe it. I felt like his private porn star. Dirty. Sexy. Sinful. My mind was still reeling. I had never been with a man the way I had been with Theo. He made me feel sexy, like I was some sort of sex goddess. All the things we had done, yet even now, as we were out for lunch, he pulled out the chair for me like I was some well-mannered lady. Meanwhile I’d sucked him off a few hours ago and begged him to fuck me on my hands and knees.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked as he looked through the menu.
“How do you do that?”
He glanced up at me. “How do I do what?”
I leaned in more and said, “How do you go from fucking me like… like we did this morning to casually pulling out my chair and asking me what I want to eat?”
“Easy. I enjoy fucking you as much as I do spending time with you.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I looked at the menu. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to eat though, other than him.
“Were you born in Los Angeles?”