“I know, I feel it too,” I admitted.
“Then why don’t we do something about it. I don’t want my girl to go unsatisfied,” he teased, flicking his tongue out to touch the very edge of his mark on my neck.
“Theo, I’m all sweaty still.” I blushed, a shiver erupted through my body when he touched his mark.
“I don’t care, you’re about to get sweatier, what does it matter?”
“Theo,” I said softly. His hand wove into my hair, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were honest, breath hitched, longing coating his skin.
“I know you’re nervous, but I promise you this will be amazing. I adore everything about you, from the way your eyes crinkle in the corners when I make you laugh, to the way your skin flushes when I touch you. I love that you’re shy but bold, and so damn strong. I love every hair on your head, Margo. Let me worship you.”
As Much As We Could
Theo kicked the door open. I had wrapped my legs around his waist and was hungrily kissing mouth, neck, any part of him I could. We tumbled onto the bed, and I was pressed against the soft covers as he hovered above me.
His breath was labored and frantic like he didn’t know when he would get another breath. I took just a second to notice the way his lips curved and dipped. I lifted my hand, bringing it to the back of his neck.
He lowered himself, and his lips melded with mine softly. The taste of him invaded my senses, and I knew I was lost to this man. He had every part of me, and I wanted to give everything to him. His nose touched mine, and his fingers grabbed at my hip, almost too harshly, but the sting only excited me further.
His eyebrows clenched angrily like he was angry he could only feel so much of me at once. I tugged his shoulder down to the bed and moved so that I was leaning over him. He lifted his head as I backed away, trying to keep us connected, but I left his lips and nipped at his jaw with a quick bite.
My hands grazed his chest, still covered in his gray, long-sleeved shirt. My hands drifted down to his waist, and I lifted the fabric, my fingers skimmed his taut stomach. He clenched his muscles, trying to control the urge to move and take over dominance, but I wasn’t ready to give up yet.
I tugged the shirt up as far as I could, and Theo grabbed the bottom and lifted it over himself. He took my head between his hands and placed a searing kiss on my lips, keeping me over him.
I broke our kiss when I needed to breathe and lifted my leg to move it over his waist. Sitting on top of him was liberating for someone so used to being held down by muscular arms. I leaned down again, lips lathing onto one another.
His hands didn’t hold my face this time. Instead, they pawed at my waist, going lower and touching the curve of my backside. My breath hitched as he grabbed more firmly, and I tried to calm my racing heart.
My hands latched onto his hair, pulling at the roots, trying to tell him that I was just as much a part of this as he was.
He groaned low in his chest, blowing hot breath onto my lips.
“I love you,” I told him hastily as soon as our lips stopped touching. He smiled, mouth still parted and breathing heavy.
“I love you, too,” he assured me, sitting up, so he was level with me. We didn’t kiss for a few moments.
We took each other in.
Memorized each other’s features.
Breathed in the same breath.
He slowly peeled the sleeveless top off me as I held my arms up. He kissed my cheekbone as he trailed his fingers, sown my spine, and back up, stopping as he reached my bra. I swore the next time we were intimate, I would wear something more alluring. He didn’t seem to mind the tight fabric pressed over my chest and lifted that up next.
I pulled myself closer to him, trying to hide my naked chest against his. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head down to kiss my exposed shoulder.
His arms encased me.
We continued to kiss, fingers grazing skin, legs tangled, hair ruffled.
He laid me down on the bed, sliding himself off the edge. I lifted my head and gently bit my bottom lip, watching him. He was like a work of art as he undid the buckle of his belt, sliding it off as he looked in my eyes. His pants slid down his legs, and he kicked them off with his feet.
The only thing covering him was his boxers, and soon I was left in the same position. My thin, spandex pants were ripped from my body, threads snapping as he stretched them. I silently giggled as he growled, annoyed with the fabric.
His eyes met my laughing ones, and he smiled lustfully. His hands moved with him as he took his place on top of me once again. His fingers found their way beneath my underwear, gently stroking the fire that was burning. I gasped and pushed myself closer to him.
The evening light flooded through the window, hitting Theo’s eyes and lips. He was a painting, stuck forever in my mind, that orange glow around such crystal eyes.
His fingers found their way inside of me, stretching me. I had never known such a feeling, and I felt my eyebrows raise in surprise. Theo bent down and kissed my forehead. My legs practically slithered around him.
Soon, I was a shaking, mumbling mess of anticipation. He let me go, looking me in the eyes as he licked his fingers. I shuddered when I felt him
