Page 86 of I'll Look for You, Everywhere
I pout. ‘No fair. I started first.’ I take a step closer, pushing myself into his hardness. For someone who has never done this before, my body seems to know exactly what it wants.
His cheeks flush and he tips his head back in laughter, pinching my bottom lip between his fingers endearingly.
‘We have time, baby,’ he smiles at me, his eyes glazing over every part of my face as if trying to memorize it before the sun rises. ‘But right now, I need to see what you look like when you come.’
Just when I think I have a handle on dirty talk, Theo says the unthinkable.
‘Say it,’ he demands when I don’t answer, a slight edge to his voice.
‘Say what?’
‘Say I can.’
‘Okay, Theo,’ I say for the first time in my life. ‘You can.’
An exhale escapes him and he smiles so brightly I stop breathing. Taking his time, he gently palms my right side, and I inhale sharply, unused to this feeling. Looking up, he smirks. Am I an easy lay?
Almost as if forgetting that his every movement is making me achy, he circles my breast with his fingers, watching as my nipples harden beneath him. And then he takes my nipple in between his fingers, pinching slightly and I gasp, the feeling shooting down through me.
‘Does that feel good?’ He smiles knowingly. Words are still lost and I can only manage another nod.
He moves his hand to my other breast and continues the same, agonizing pattern, trailing his fingers in slow, deliberate circles. My breath quickens, the sharp pain of his fingers making me want to sink into the bed and float in this feeling. And then he pinches me again, kneading my aching breast until my back reflexively arches against the bed.
And all the while, he’s watching me. Watching me squirm as my body tries to find relief from the uncomfortable feeling that is building in the pit of my stomach.
‘Does that feel good?’ His voice is taunting. Of course, he knows how good it feels. I’ve practically melted.
‘Tell me how good it feels.’ He pinches me again and I moan, the ability to keep my eyes open getting harder the more he touches me.
‘It feels good,’ I whisper, locking eyes with him. Wanting him to know that what I want to say is: ‘You are good, Theo. You are so good.’
His lips part, his heavy breathing mirroring mine. ‘My Magdalen.’
He lets go of me and I almost whimper at the loss of contact and need to check myself.
‘Now I’m really going to touch you, zuccherina,’ he whispers, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
My knees tremble, body aching with anticipation, feeling lost and needy all at once. ‘Please, I want you.’
‘Not as much as I want you.’
His fingers dip beneath the elastic, his nail grazing across my pelvic bone. ‘My good girl.’ He smiles again and dips his finger lower, touching me fully, and I moan out loud.
‘Oh god.’
In slow, deliberate circles he touches my centre, while his other hand fists my hair, making me look at him as his fingers explore, gliding up and down, achingly slow. His fingers are wet and slippery, giving away how badly I want this.
‘Fuck,’ he hisses, looking down at where his hand circles. My hips baulk at the intensity of his touch and I look down to follow his gaze. Oh wow. Watching his fingers press and play with me is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I rotate my hips again, revelling in the pleasure his fingers create.
‘Look how wet you are for me,’ he says, so low that I almost think I made it up.
And then his middle finger is tapping at my entrance, making small circles around my rim, dipping half his finger into me, exploring the boundaries.
Even with only a finger, the fullness of him is foreign. ‘You like me inside you, sweet girl?’ he says in my ear.
‘Yes, yes,’ I pant, unaccustomed to the need in my voice. ‘But I want more of you.’
He releases a breath through clenched teeth, pumping his finger slowly inside me. ‘God, Magdalen, you’re fucking perfect.’ His eyes are focused on my centre, mesmerized by his own fingers inside me. He pushes his finger more and I wince at the slight pinching sensation.
