“I need you inside me,” I whispered, reaching between us. “Right now.”
“Should I go get—”
“No.” Sitting up, I slowly eased myself onto his cock, watching his jaw fall open and his eyes roll back in his head. This morning, we’d used a condom—twice—and even though the sex was still incredible, there had been something there the night before that I missed. It wasn’t a physical feeling—it was something else. I wasn’t even sure what to call it.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned. “I cannot believe how good that feels.”
When he was buried inside me, I held still just for a moment, letting my body adjust. “You’re so deep,” I whispered as I braced my hands on his chest. “How is it possible you feel even deeper? I can barely breathe.” I started to move my hips in tiny circles, leaning forward so my hair brushed against his chest.
“God, I love your hair.” He wove his fingers through it, wrapping his hands around my head and pulling me into a kiss.
“I love that there’s nothing between us.” As I set a sensuous rhythm above him, I realized that’s what made this so different—there was no longer anything in the way. He felt deeper because he was. Because he’d bared himself to me. Because he’d let down his guard and showed me his true self. Sex without a condom was just a physical symbol of an emotional barricade destroyed.
I felt fearless—and I couldn’t get enough.
I rocked my hips a little faster, the heat and friction between us growing feverish and frantic. I stayed tight to his body, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock, crying out as he pinched my nipples and sent me over the edge. Over and over again, my body throbbed around his bare cock, and I was delirious with the joy of it—he was here and he was mine and it was real.
Theo sat up and turned me beneath him, our bodies still connected. “You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, driving into me again and again. The tension inside me that had just unwound began to coil again.
“Yes,” I breathed, bringing my knees up alongside his ribs. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Not until you come again for me.”
I raked my nails down his back, grabbed his ass, and pulled him close. “Fuck yes, right there.” It was insane how fast the second orgasm hit me, and I bucked up beneath him, my body a live wire. “Now you come for me,” I panted. “Anywhere you want.”
He groaned, getting to his knees and moving in and out of me with slow, deep strokes. He looked down at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I paused, pushing myself to be brave and say what I wanted. “I liked it that one time, but I couldn’t see you. I want to watch.” The idea had sort of come out of nowhere, but it made sense—I wanted him to let me see him like that, masculine and virile and unashamed, but vulnerable too. And I wanted to offer my body that way. It was sexual, but also intimate.
It meant we trusted each other.
I ran my hands over my stomach, my chest, my throat. “Anywhere you want. You can cover me with it.”
“Jesus,” he whispered, pulling out of me and taking his cock in his hand.
“No one’s ever done this to me before,” I whispered, eyes wide as I watched his flesh slipping through his fingers. “You’re the first.”
“Good.” Knees slightly apart, he squared his shoulders and straightened his spine. He looked like a god. The firelight burnished his skin to copper and made his dark hair glint with gold. The sculpted muscles of his arms and chest and abs flexed as he worked his fist up and down, faster and faster. His breath came hard and heavy.
“I love it. I love watching you.” I kept my hands on my breasts, playing with them just like he had. His jaw was set, his eyes hooded, his chest rising and falling with an increasing rhythm.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God, you’re gonna make me come so hard.” His hand became a blur, his breathing even more strangled.
“Yes,” I told him, over and over again, my body tingling with anticipation.
He widened his knees, his hips thrusting his cock through his hand. I watched, riveted, as he brought himself to the edge of climax and pushed himself over, unashamed and unguarded. Finally he leaned forward slightly, angling his cock toward my chest and came all over my breasts and stomach in hot, pulsing bursts.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, but even better, it made me feel closer to him than ever before.
Still breathing hard, he sat back on his heels and looked down at me. “I’m trying for words, but I think my brain is broken.”
I smiled. “It’s OK.” I started to get up, but he stopped me.
“Don’t move.” He stood up, pulled on his jeans, and disappeared for a minute. When he came back, he knelt next to me with paper towels in his hand. “Let me.” He did his best to clean me up, but my skin was still pretty sticky.
“I think I should probably just shower,” I said.
“Probably. Sorry.” He stood up and reached down for me.
“I’m not.” I put my hand in his and let him help me to my feet. “I loved every second of that. Didn’t you?”
He laughed. “Um, yes.”
“Want to get in the shower with me?”
“Again, yes. Got any more crazy questions?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I started gathering up my clothes, and he did the same. “Let’s take a shower, and then we’ll eat, and then we can snuggle up on the couch and watch an old movie that will probably make me cry and you can poke fun at me.”