Page 120 of Last Letters to Ara
I snort. “He could use a good punch to the nuts.”
“It’s true.” Theo laughs. “The only quality of his that is potentially redeeming is that he doesn’t leave a trail of broken hearts.”
I think back to the girl he played with before the show, definitely not someone who screamed broken hearted.
“Can we stop talking about my brother now?” Theo’s change in pitch goes straight to my core.
“What did you have in mind?”
He walks toward me, slowly. “So much.”
I smile, feigning innocence. “Like what?”
“This, for starters.” Theo kisses my lips.
My heart takes off, pounding in time with his movements.
“Then, some of this.” He kisses down my neck, gently sucking as he goes until he reaches my collarbone and drags his tongue across.
“Maybe even some of this…” Trailing off as his hands lift my shirt above my head.
This time he lets me slide off his shirt and unbuckle his belt, removing his disgustingly tailored clothes until only his gray Calvin’s are left. I kiss my way down his stomach, all the way to his navel, running my lips and tongue over his happy trail.
He groans and pulls me up as I begin to stroke his length through his underwear, something I’ve wanted to do since I walked in on him bowling, in nothing but his underwear those months ago. How far we’ve come since then.
We can take our time tonight, relishing in the fact that we can finally touch each other. We can celebrate my walls coming down with our mouths, with our hands, with our bodies. I can soak in his warmth and touch every surface of his skin, as I revel in his gaze.
Theo lays me down on the bed and hovers above me, holding himself just far enough that his bare skin grazes mine everywhere, sending a raging desire through me. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I will be nothing but a burning ball of need that was once a person.
“Tell me what you want,” he breathes into my ear.
“I want...I want.”God.I want so many things. “I want it all.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you inside me.”
Theo lets out a strangled moan and finally, after a rip of foil, I watch him push into me, the way I’ve craved for so long. He’s gentle at first, letting me adjust to his size as he sinks deeper inch by inch.
I gasp at the feeling of fullness. Of completeness. Of healing. Of knowing we belong.
Theo rolls us, putting me on top. I expect to feel nerves, having never done this position before, but as his hands cup my breasts and roll my nipples, it’s the last thing on my mind.
As I move, the world slips far away. The only thing I know is Theo. It becomes a chant as he leads me to my salvation.
Theo. Theo. Theo.
He sits up, bringing us closer, deeper so he can take my breast in his mouth. His hands grip my hips, guiding me into an unrelenting rhythm that sends the first wave of pleasure beckoning. Theo’s mouth frees me as his eyes meet mine, before drifting to where we join.
“Fuck,” his eyes close with a groan. “You feel...”
Theo trails off as he becomes consumed with gratification. Gone is the considerate gentleman, replaced by one of need. He’s a man who has lost all ability to think as he looks down on me with undiluted desire, pleasure, and claiming. I am his and he is mine.
Lost in sensation, I don’t know where he begins and I end. All I feel is our bodies and our souls as they join in a way that can never be undone. It’s as if the world’s pressure has pushed and pulled for billions of years in preparation for this moment, where we become one for eternity.
The feeling is everything, and though I don’t want it to be over, I’m driven over the edge to a blinding release. As I call Theo’s name, he falls over the edge right along me, my name a prayer on his lips.
We pant, coming down together.
