He climbed back on the bed, and before he could guide me again, I turned over and pushed his back flat on the bed. He watched me curiously as I pressed kisses down his chest to the waistband of his boxers. I lifted them and gulped.
I promised myself when the time came, I was going to give myself to this fully, even if I embarrassed myself. I wanted to give Theo the same pleasures that he gave me.
This wasn’t a one-sided affair.
As I tugged the boxers down, I tried to keep my eyes on his. He watched me as my eyes trailed from his to his chest and down below.
I was nervous, inexperienced, fingers shaking.
“It’s okay,” he whispered encouragingly. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Just let me do this,” I told him, smirking. I don’t know where the sudden confidence came from, but I was determined to try.
“It’s not going to hurt you,” he joked. I wanted to retaliate, but I was too focused on keeping my newly found courage.
My fingers gently touched him, and Theo sucked in a breath, taking all the uncertainty out of the room. I continued to explore, all the while, Theo groaned and clenched his eyes, bucking his hips into my hold.
I lowered myself further and, in some moment of dauntless wanting, touched my tongue to him. The moan that erupted from his chest was enough to fill me for days. Without warning, Theo was lunging towards me, taking a fistful of hair in his hands to pull me to him. His kisses were frantic, hungry, needy.
His legs moved mine and pinned them down, capturing me body under his. Our hands flew over each other, no inquisition other than needing to touch as much as we could. He dipped closer to the bed and, in one upward motion, licked me and kneeled.
I shivered, my eyes closed until I felt him against me. My eyes sought his, and he didn’t break our line.
Slowly, he began to push into me. He watched me for any sign of pain, and even the twitch of my lip was enough for him to pause and wait for me to adjust. He pushed my knees up and opened, holding them to control himself.
When he was in me fully, he lowered his head.
We kissed. Not frantic. No rush. Just one kiss, telling me he loved me.
He began to move faster and then slower when I lifted my hand to press against his thigh. Being filled so completely, physically, and emotionally by this man was more than my body could handle. Our bond hummed against our necks.
My breath was coming hotter and faster as he changed his pace. He moved and held himself up on his fists, our foreheads just barely touching. I moaned and panted, each noise fueling Theo’s resolve. A shiver wove its way from my toes to my core, and I pulled my legs tighter around him.
He took my breast in his hand, and at the sensation of being stimulated so completely, I shattered against him. My scream dissipated to a breathless moan as my vision swirled with black. He watched as my body trembled against him, grabbing at his shoulders and chest for some kind of reprieve from the pleasure.
Not long after, he threw his head back in reckless abandon, hands clenching my waist, bruising the soft skin.
He left me and laid beside me, grabbing my face and guiding it to his. He kissed me again, quickly, and then pressed his lips on my forehead. The cool air in the room drifted over our bodies on top of the bed.
“Theo,” I painted, noticing a drop of sweat slipping down his forehead.
“I love you so much,” he vowed. My heart swelled, and his mark burned like a fading flame.
“I don’t say this nearly enough,” I admitted, curling myself further into his chest. “But I’m really glad you’re my mate.” I pressed a kiss to his chest, laying my head there as exhaustion and residual pleasure coursed through my veins. His hand wove into my hair and held me against him.
“You are my entire world, Margo.”
Double Vision
Evening came, and hours passed, but we did not move. Naked and warm, curled up between Theo’s arms, I allowed time to pass without any plan to leave. Theo didn’t say anything as he played with my hair, messy and tangled from the sheets.
He chuckled suddenly, and I crooned my head up to look at him. He smiled down at me, eyes still laughing.
“What?” I asked nervously.
“I’ve been trying to fix your hair, and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger,” he said. I moved and sat up, reaching up to touch my hair that was frizzy and sticking up. I groaned and tried to pull my fingers through it like a comb, but they got stuck after a few inches.
“This is all your fault,” I teased, sliding off the bed to grab my brush from the bathroom. “If you hadn’t been pulling my hair, this wouldn’t’ve happened.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” His eyes narrowed, grinning at me like a snake. I scoffed and set the brush down. I ran into the room quickly, jumping onto the bed near Theo, and sat in his lap.
“Yes, how could someone resist this?” I asked, pulling on the roots of his hair. He grunted and lifted his head to kiss me.
“Don’t tease me, little one,” he breathed hoarsely. I giggled and climbed off his lap.
“Come on, let’s go make something to eat.”
He followed me reluctantly, groaning the entire time about how we should have stayed in bed.
“Can’t we eat this in bed?” he grumbled.
“No, you’re going to get crumbs everywhere.” He rolled his eyes and continued shoveling slices of pizza in his mouth.
The phone in his office began ringing loudly, startling us both. Theo pushed the last piece of crust
