I moved one of my hands down to show him exactly what I wanted, trailing to meet his touch, and guiding one of his fingers inside of me while my thumb played with my clit. My head dropped backward as I silently moaned, trying so hard to keep quiet as he added a second finger. Opening my legs a little wider, I looked at him as he watched our hands ready me.
“Theo,” I whispered, keeping his fingers in a needy rhythm until I could hear my wetness with every thrust of his digits. “I need you inside me. Taking me. Filling me. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he repeated.
I would have done anything if it meant feeling him inside of me instead of his fingers. I nodded, helping him drag down my panties until they joined my jeans on his office floor. He picked me up and set me on his desk, spreading my legs and stepping between them. His clothes were still on save the pants that were down low enough to keep his impressive length free. He gripped it and gave it a few tugs before kissing me again like he meant it, like he was telling me everything I needed to hear without words themselves, before lining himself up and surging inside fast and hard, his breath hot and heavy on my lips as I tried matching his speed.
My fingernails sliced into the skin of his neck as his cock hit me in the perfect place with every move. He held my thighs open, spreading me wider, even though I wanted to wrap my legs around him as he drove into me over and over. This Theo was hungry, and I loved it, got lost in it, as I bit into his bottom lip as he adjusted the angle and took me deeper.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” I chanted heavily when the wet sound we made together filled the room. There was no way people couldn’t hear us, no matter how hard I tried keeping quiet by biting my lip. Theo changed pace suddenly, slowly rolling into me like he was trying to prove something.
I didn’t like it, my protest slipping past my lips in a frustrated tone. “Faster.” I was overheated and needy and couldn’t stand him going so slow. I reached behind him and grabbed his toned glutes, pulling him harder into me to try building back up to what was going to make me explode around him.
He circled his hips, making me gasp loudly until speckles of white hit my eyes when he drew back and did it again.
And again.
And again.
“I want it all with you,” he whispered into my neck, sucking my skin. My eyes watered from the sensation, from his words, from the sincerity in his tone as he entered me. Each thrust became harder, but slower, like he didn’t want it to end. I could feel the brink of my orgasm as he rested a palm against my chest and laid me down so my back was flat against his desk. I grabbed onto anything, accidently knocking over files stacked on the side of his desk. The loud crash of them against the floor should have made me embarrassed but it didn’t. All it made me was crazier for the man who listened to my whimpered pleas and started fucking me until I bit the side of my arm and came harder than I ever had before.
“You’re fucking clenching me so tight,” he grunted, slamming into me twice more before grabbing my hips and sliding me to him so there was no space at all between our bottom halves as he came inside of me. The feeling of him spilling into my sated body had me hotter than ever, but not as much as when he caressed my inner thigh, kissed my exposed scar from where my shirt rode up, and pulled out letting his cum drip out of me and onto his desk.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath as I stared up at the light brown ceiling.
Theo must have grabbed something because his hand was between my legs cleaning me up with something soft, making me moan when he brushed the tender bundle of nerves that were still firing.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before letting him help me sit up. When we were eye level, I leaned forward and kissed him softly, which he returned with fervor. Our lips and tongue and teeth played off one another in slow strokes before he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.
“You’d do anything for me, Della?” he asked again, his breath caressing my lips.
“Yes.”
I’d barely pulled away, my lips grazing his again briefly, when he said, “You need to get help, sweetheart. I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, but I think you should see Ripley more often.”
I tensed, feeling my face pinken for an entirely new reason other than overexertion. I’d expected a lot of things coming from his mouth, but… “You think I need help?”
“Della, I don’t mean that in a bad way. You said she helped before, right? What just happened shouldn’t have, even if seeing me leaking out of you makes me want to do it again. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. You’re skinnier. I’m worried about you.”
All I could do was stare, still feeling his cum inside of me, still reeling in the delicious ache he’d gifted me with just moments ago.
“Whether you want to admit it or not, you’ve lost weight. You can tell me it’s because you’re dancing again and going to yoga with Tiffany, but it’s more than that. I’m not stupid, Della, and I know you know that. What did I tell you before?”
Before. What
