Page 77 of For You I'd Mend
There was only one bath towel in sight. He yanked it from the bar, wrapped it around me, and dried my skin with the nubby fabric while goosebumps erupted over his entire body. Only after I was dry and wrapped in the towel did he reach into the closet and pull out an equally ratty towel for himself. He grabbed my hand and rubbed the water from his skin as he pulled me outthe bathroom and down the hall toward the bedroom, leaving puddles on the hardwood floors the whole way.
If it weren’t for the mauve carpet, I wouldn’t have recognized Theo’s room. The air mattress was gone. In its place was a queen-sized bed with soft gray bedding. It even had a black headboard. He’d taken down the floral drapes and swapped the mini blinds for sleek roller shades. A pair of nightstands with matching silver lamps completed the new furnishings. The room still looked as personal as a mid-range hotel, but at least he wasn’t sleeping on the floor.
He tossed his towel on the pink carpet, pulled back the covers, and motioned for me to climb in. I dropped my towel next to his and lay down, still slightly damp from the shower. Once he was beside me, he wrapped the comforter around us and drew me close.
“Ready for me to cuddle the shit out of you,” I said laying my head on his chest. His heart pounded beneath my ear. He didn’t answer me, but he kissed my wet hair. I placed my hand on his stomach and felt the tip of his erection.
I lifted my head and smirked at him. “Doesn’t take you long to rally, does it?”
“I need to feel you come around my cock at least twice before we cuddle,” he said, running his hands down my back.
Woah. OK. Wasn’t expecting Theo to be a dirty talker, but I liked it. “Oh yeah,” I said. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He smiled down at me before lowering his mouth to mine. The kiss was gentle, his tongue caressing with languid strokes that put every nerve in my body on alert. In one swift move, he flipped me onto my back. He lifted my arms above my head and wove his fingers in mine while he sucked a sensitive spot on my neck. I arched off the bed when he ran his stubble across my nipples. He let go of my hands and moved down my body, kissing and stroking every inch with his equally skilled hands,his pace achingly slow. By the time he reached my waist, I was panting.
“Don’t come,” he said in that deep voice that made my core clench. “Not until I’m inside you. Tell me to stop when you get close.” Then he pushed my legs apart and lowered his mouth to me. I gripped his hair and pulled. If he repeated the magic thing he did with his tongue and his hands on Thursday, I’d be a goner.
“That close, huh,” he chuckled and then blew on my clit. When I didn’t yank his hair, he swirled his tongue against me. I clenched and let out a strangled cry. I was right there. One more swipe was all I needed. He pulled away. I groaned in frustration.
“Are you always this responsive?” he asked, rubbing lazy circles on my inner thighs with his thumbs.
I shook my head. Honestly, I was lucky if the guys I’d dated could find my clit. None had been able to pull pleasure from my body like Theo. None had even tried.
“I could keep going if you want me to edge you,” he said, dipping his hands between my legs. “But you have to promise not to come.”
“Yeah, can’t promise that,” I said and arched against his fingers.
He flashed me a boyish smile, and I realized I’d never seen him like this. Playful. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. When he gave himself a hard stroke, I almost came. I’d just had an orgasm, yet I’d never felt this turned on before, like I’d combust and burn to ash if I didn’t get relief soon. He rolled the condom down his length and rubbed his shaft across my throbbing center. I gripped the sheets, fighting my release while he positioned himself at my entrance.
“We’re taking it slow this time,” he said. He kissed me as he pressed his crown inside. I tightened around him, the need to come so strong it was almost painful.
“How far in do you need to be to consider yourself inside me?” I panted.
He smiled and withdrew, then pushed forward another inch.
I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my heels against his ass, urging him on. I fought my orgasm for a couple inches and then exploded. He thrust deep and groaned as I tightened around him. As I started to come down, he began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling in a way that stretched me to accommodate him.
He threaded his hands with mine again and kissed me, all heat and tongue. Each thrust a little faster until he started a rhythm that had me moaning into his mouth. My orgasm started to build again from my toes up my body, and before long, I was clenching around him and calling his name. He let go then. Fucking me with powerful thrusts that kept the waves rolling through me, one orgasm bleeding into another until he found his release, his cock pulsing inside me.
We broke apart, panting.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, rising from the bed and walking out of the room in all his naked glory.
My stomach dropped. I wanted to run after him to make sure he wasn’t hurting himself, but I forced myself to stay in the bed until he returned a moment later with a washcloth.
Condom. He had to get rid of the condom. He pressed the warm cloth against me, soothing the ache I hadn’t realize was there.
“You all right?” he asked, looking at me with concern. “I got a little rough there at the end.”
I nodded.
“You sure?” he asked, small lines appearing between his eyes.
“Yeah. I just need to pee. I heard somewhere it prevents UTIs.”
UTIs. What the heck was coming out of my mouth? I mean, Rowan had told me that, but it wasn’t exactly something you saidto a guy right after you had sex. Then again, most guys didn’t cut themselves after either.
He handed me the washcloth. I hopped out of bed, scooped up the wet towels, and wrapped one around me before I scurried to the bathroom and shut the door.
