I tease her entrance with my tongue but don’t push in. Not this time. Soon, but not yet. My cock needs to be inside her next, or I’ll be damned.
Her moans come more frequently, and she rides my face faster while the orgasm builds, gaining momentum. I’m torn between wanting to taste her as she comes and wanting to feel her pulse around my cock, but the need to claim her wins.
I grip her thighs, stopping her movements. “Not yet.”
“Please, Theo—”
“Shhhhh.” I flip her over, spreading her thighs with my knee, I’m hypnotized by her flustered face, bright eyes, and swollen lips when I slide my cock along her wet folds, testing my own patience. “This time, you’ll come with me.”
I glance away from the beautiful girl in my bed for one second when I lean back to open the bedside cabinet, but it’s enough for her skillful fingers to find her clit.
My cock swells, the fullness of my balls painful, while my courageous brunette brings herself to the brink of a breathtaking release. I rip the condom packet with my teeth, slide it on and clutch Thalia’s wrists, stopping her efforts before she spoils the fun for us both.
“Not. Yet. You come when I come.” My knees dig into the bed, the head of my cock nestling between her folds. “Brace, little one,” I rasp, plunging inside slowly, her warmth and wetness engulfing me inch by inch.
I press forward, my eyes glued to the relaxed heat of hers as she gasps and trembles, arching her back, eyes fluttering closed. I dip my head, nipping her shoulder as I thrust in the last inch. “There you go... fuck, you’re perfect.”
I lace our fingers, holding her hands close to her head and push in deeper, watching her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Lust burns through us, feral and fierce, when I retreat, settling for a rushed, intense rhythm, loving how her tight pussy sucks me in. Big, perky boobs bounce in sync with my thrusts, and a mist of sweat covers our bodies within minutes. Hastened breaths, soft gasps, and low growls fill the room.
Thalia lifts her knees, wrapping her legs around my waist, and arches her hips to meet my hurried strokes. I sink deeper, stroking that vital spot that makes her shudder and moan.
“Let me touch you,” she breathes, wrestling against my hold on her hands, and as soon as I let go, she cups my face and pulls me down, bruising my lips with demanding kisses. I rest the weight of my body on one elbow, holding onto her ass, driving into her harder and deeper when her walls tighten around me. I never cared if the woman in my bed reached her high, but I want Thalia to come.
Ineedher to come.
I want her to lose herself in my arms, but she’s not quite there. Almost... so close, but not quitethere.
“Tell me what you need,” I say when she bites my lip, writhing beneath me. “Tell me what to do, little one.”
She shoves my hand between us, forcing my fingers onto her clit. I rub tight circles for a few seconds before Thalia’s breathing comes in short, desperate puffs. She searches my face, eyes unfocused, every sound escaping her lips louder. My moves quicken with every thrust, the realization I finally have her hits me out of the blue and my entire body shudders, flooded by a wave of intense heat spreading in all directions.
“Fuck,” I stammer. “Watching you take me... your beautiful face... knowing you’remine...” Another wave of blazing heat spills inside my chest. “I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times, but—”
“Reality can’t compare,” she finishes for me. “God, I-I’m... I’m so close, I think I’m go—”
“Fuckingcome,” I clip, rubbing her faster. “Now,omorfiá.”
She moves with me, frantically grasping for release. “Th-Theo,” she stammers, losing her sanity. Her back bows off the bed as she shakes, moaning so fucking loud I’m sure the whole building can hear her. “Oh, God... Theo, yes!”
Her legs lock around my back, and I topple over the edge with her, unable to hold off as I watch the pure, raw ecstasy paint her face. My orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt, all-consuming and powerful, enough to blur my vision with white spots. I stop deep inside her, holding onto her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if that can anchor me in place, or else I might float the fuck away. We’re both spent, our breaths sawing in and out. I don’t think I ever came this hard.
“Shit,” I huff on a deep exhale. “That was—”
“Amazing,” she finishes, a blissful smile blooming over her swollen, cherry lips.
“Don’t move.” I nudge her nose with mine, stamping a kiss on her head. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I stand on weak legs, my muscles burning more than after the harshest workout, and my heart drums in my chest. I lock myself in the bathroom, staring at my reflection: messy hair, bright eyes, and long flared lines on my back. I discard the condom, clean up, and hold onto the edge of the porcelain sink.
Normally, by the time I emerge from the bathroom, the woman who hit my sheets is dressed or halfway through the task, but that won’t be the case today. Thalia lives here. It’s not like she’ll kiss me goodbye and let herself out.
She couldn’t if she tried.
She’s mine and going nowhere. It’s confusing as hell that I’mrelievedinstead of anxious. Twenty-four hours ago, the idea of a relationship gave me a headache because what do I know about caring for a woman the way she deserves?
Now that I’m with Thalia, the doubts disappear.
I can do this.