Page 60 of Aperture

“Aaahh,” I cry out. One of his hands reaches down, cupping me hard over my jeans. My body screams yes, while my head tells me no, and my heart is somehow in between them both.

We are supposed to take this slowly, but I can tell he needs this tonight, he needs this closeness, and maybe I do, too.

He lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach, moving up to my left breast, he pulls my bra to the side, and begins swirling his tongue over my left nipple as he kneads my right breast. Moving slowly over to the right, he repeats the action as he sucks and bites my nipple, causing me to arch my back into his expert touch.

Sliding down, he presses kisses to my stomach and licks his way across the skin just above my jeans, looking up at me through heavy-lidded, lust-fueled eyes. Holding my gaze, he flicks open my top button.

“Theo,” I say breathlessly.

“I know, Baby,” he says. “I just need to taste you tonight.”

I can’t deny him. I need this as much as he does. Biting my lower lip, I watch him as he lowers my zipper and helps me shimmy out of my jeans. He turns me so that I’m partially laying on the couch, and then opens my legs, placing a soft kiss on the wet spot in the center of my panties, before he pulls them slowly down my legs. Settling back between my open legs, he stares at me ravenously with lupine intensity. He slowly spreads me open with his thumbs, and then places a kiss right on my clit, licking down one side and back up the other before returning to the sweet spot.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, as he continues his slow torture. With every pass, he applies just a bit more pressure, until his mouth is concentrated solely on my clit. He kisses, licks, and sucks in perfect succession, and my hips respond by greedily moving against him. I slide my hands into his hair and hold him in place, grinding harder against his face. With one hand, he reaches up to squeeze a breast, while he slides the middle finger of his other hand inside me and begins pumping slowly. A moment later, he adds another finger and starts pumping harder while he applies even more pressure on my clit with his tongue. My entire body tenses up and then releases as my muscles contract and spasm around his fingers. I writhe and moan, soaking in every feeling. And at that moment, when my mind is clear, and my body is chasing pure bliss, I close my eyes and see Wyatt’s face between my legs. I think about Wyatt’s hands and Wyatt’s tongue, and the high from my orgasm is quickly eclipsed by confusion and guilt.

Theo kisses both my hip bones before laying his head on my stomach. I play with his hair, looking up at the ceiling. It’s wrong, and I know it’s wrong, but I need to fill the aching void in my chest.

“Theo,” I say softly.

“Mmm,” he mumbles in a sleepy voice.

“I want you.”

He looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I nod. “I’m sure.”

His eyes brighten and heat at the same time, like I’ve just granted him his most coveted wish. He slides up my body, pressing little kisses along the way to my mouth, and then he kisses me softly, letting me taste myself on his lips. A quiet groan rumbles from his chest before he stands up and pulls his shirt off over his head. I gaze up at him, admiring his body. He really is such a beautiful man.

He unbuckles his belt while keeping his sights set on me, then nimbly undoes the button on his jeans and slides down his zipper. Looking at me with lust and love in his eyes, he pushes down his jeans and boxer briefs. His erection springs free and he takes hold of the base, stroking himself up and down slowly.

I’m momentarily mesmerized, but then snap out of it and sit up and take my shirt and bra off, both of us now naked and studying one another with lust-filled eyes. Theo moves between my legs as I lie back on the couch.

I part my legs for him as he pushes my hands above my head, kissing me with more urgency as he grinds against me, the hardness of his cock rubbing against my still-swollen clit, a delicious chirapsia that I need.

He releases one of my hands and lines up his cock against my wetness. With one thrust of his hips, he enters me, filling me completely as my back arches. He kisses me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth and tangling with my own, as he begins moving. He sets a slow pace at first, holding most of his body weight off of me.

“Touch yourself,” he directs.

I do as he says, reaching down to trace my clit as he begins to thrust faster. Then I tilt my hips up off the couch to meet him thrust for thrust, while working myself harder.

I look up at him, so gorgeous and mine, and feel the orgasm cresting.

“Yes, that’s it, Baby,” he says breathlessly.

I want so badly to give this to him, to both of us, so I close my eyes and focus on the feeling, blocking out the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I’m making love to Theo for the wrong reasons. Soon, my body responds.

My muscles tighten, and I still as the orgasm rips through me. I’ve barely come down when Theo abruptly pulls out and flips me around so that I’m on all fours on the couch. With one foot on the floor and one knee bent on the couch next to my hips, he slams back into me.

“Fuck!” he groans, as he begins thrusting at a frantic pace. “You feel so good.”

He’s a lot deeper this way. I close my eyes and take him, trying to savor this moment. He thrusts his hips a few more times and then stills, coming with something between a grunt and a moan. I can feel his cock jerk inside me as he holds me in place by my hips, before leaning over and gently kissing my shoulder. I lay down on the couch, and he falls behind me, nuzzling my neck.

“You mean everything to me, Millie,” he says with his face still buried in my hair.

I choke on my words so I just grab his hand, kiss his knuckles, and wrap his arms around me tighter.

The experience was amazing, but somehow, I feel more empty than I did before, even with his warmth at my back. I close my eyes tightly as a single tear falls silently down my cheek.