His moan of pleasure rumbles against me a second before he slams me back down again with his hand on the back of my neck and fucks me so hard through the end of my release that I see stars.
He comes with an animalistic growl not ten seconds later, his cock jerking violently as he fills me.
“Holy shit,” he sighs breathlessly, falling to my side and immediately pulling me into his body.
Our chests are both still heaving as we try to catch our breaths as he claims my lips again.
His arm snakes around my back and his leg hooks over my hip, dragging me closer still.
I gasp when I feel his length pressing against my stomach.
“Again?” I ask into his kiss.
“All fucking night, babe. It’s been a long time coming.”
Pulling back, I look him dead in the eyes. “Did you really hold off until earlier?” I ask, feeling more than suspicious. I know his self-control is second to none, but not getting off while we were sexting? That takes things to whole new levels.
Something flickers through his eyes and I grin, knowing I just caught his lie.
Ignoring the tug of disappointment that he’s still not being totally honest with me, I forge forward. There will be time to fight with him about it tomorrow.
“You’re a liar, Theodore Cirillo,” I hiss. “Argh,” I squeal when I’m suddenly pushed onto my back, my wrists captured in one of his hands above my head, and him between my thighs.
“I’m not,” he assures me. “I never actively got off. But…”
His hesitation along with his confession makes something explode within me.
“I swear to fucking God, Theo,” I growl. “If you’ve been with someone else, I’ll fucking castrate you before I go and hunt her down and make her—”
The most wicked yet unbelievably happy smile appears on his lips as he stares down at me.
“What?” I hiss, focusing on my anger and not his reaction, which threatens to soften me.
“I’ve not been with anyone else, babe. The fact that you thought I could even consider it kinda offends me.”
“Yeah, but—”
He lowers down, his muscles in his arms pulling and rippling in the most delicious way before his warm breath tickles over my ear.
“I came in my fucking pants like a schoolboy, watching you get off in your bedroom,” he confesses.
“Oh my God,” I laugh, all the anger and betrayal that washed through me at the thought of him being with someone else immediately disappearing.
“I was barely even touching myself. But watching you… Fuck, babe. I needed you so bad,” he groans as if he’s still in pain over it all.
“So… what are you going to do about it?” I taunt as he rips my knickers from my body, exposing me fully with my legs wrapped around his back. Tightening my hold on him, I drag him down on top of me.
“Hmm… I’ve got a few ideas.”
He’s back inside me before I even blink, and any concern I might have had about his honesty floats off into nothing as I let him prove that every word he’s said to me tonight is the truth with every one of his actions, his touches, over and over again.