Page 59 of Craving Theodora
The words weren’t even out of my mouth when he thrust, pushing and stretching until he was fully inside.
I wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled the other knee to my chest as he began to move. It was everything I’d never even realized was possible. With just his cock and his hand cupping my face, it built and built inside me. I gripped him, half in shock and half trying to ensure he stayed exactly where he was as he kissed me softly on my lips, my chin, my jaw, my neck. Far sooner than I’d anticipated, my eyes closed, my back arched, and every muscle in my body tightened, on the edge for a torturous moment. I let go with a sound that felt like it was pulled from somewhere in my chest as I fell over the edge.
Curtis cursed softly, but kept his thrusts steady until the waves of pleasure calmed into small aftershocks that made me twitch in his arms. Only then did his thrusts become harder and faster until he groaned into my mouth, his pleasure-filled gaze on mine.
Sliding my hands from around his back, I lifted them to his cheeks, pushing his hair away from his face as he kissed me, long, wet, and deep.
If someone would have asked me before, I could’ve honestly said I’d had good sex. Satisfying sex. Kinky, fun, hot sex. Not every experience had been great, but most of them had.
I’d had zero idea what I was missing.
“Be back,” Curtis murmured, interrupting my life-changing revelation. I shivered as he slid out slowly, then curled up on my side as he exited the bed and walked into the bathroom.
I stared at his flexing ass and scratched-up back until the door swung mostly closed behind him.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, rolling onto my back so I could fling my arm over my eyes.
How in the hell could I ever go back to mediocre sex now?
“How you doin’?” Curtis asked in amusement a few minutes later.
He burst out laughing when I lifted my arm to peek at him.
“Yeah, me too,” he mused. Setting one knee on the bed, he leaned over and gently pulled my legs apart so he could run a warm washcloth between my thighs.
“Concierge service,” I joked huskily, my hips giving an involuntary jerk.
“Don’t like the taste of condoms,” he murmured, tossing the washcloth toward his pile of laundry in the corner.
I tensed as he bent to me. “I’m really sensitive,” I warned, my hand going to his hair.
“Then I’ll have to be gentle,” he replied, his breath feathering over me. His tongue came out to delicately trace the contours of my skin, and within seconds I’d fallen right back down the rabbit hole.
***
I wasn’t surewhat time we finally fell asleep. I just knew that we’d made it through every one of the condoms Curtis had tossed onto the bed, I’d come twice as many times as he had, and the sun was already rising. When Finn came knocking on the door later that morning, I let out a whine that would’ve embarrassed me if Curtis hadn’t been softly snoring next to me. We’d gotten two hours of sleep, max.
“Wake up,” I grumbled, smacking him with my pillow.
He shot up. “What?”
“I’ll be right out,” I called to Finn.
“Oh, fuck,” Curt groaned, falling back to the bed.
“Can Dylan drive us to get breakfast?” Finn called through the door. “Why is your door locked?”
“Fuck me,” I mumbled. “No!” I called louder to Finn. “There’s cereal in the pantry.”
“We don’t want cereal!”
“Too bad.” I threw back the blankets and rolled out of bed. “I’ll be out in a minute, Finn!”
“Fine,” he griped.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, reaching up to fix the rat’s nest my hair had turned into. When I turned, Curtis was lying with his arms behind his head, watching me with a grin.
“No rest for the wicked,” he said. “What did we get? Three hours?”
