Page 114 of Last Letters to Ara
“You done?” His voice is raspy, impatient.
I nod.
Theo scoops me up so fast I don’t have time to catch myself. At first I think we’re headed to my bedroom, but he veers to the right and sets me on my feet in front of the couch.
“What–”
Theo silences me with another kiss, his hands trailing down my sides as he slides my pajama pants down my legs. My heart starts beating faster, increasing the pressure that’s pulsating between my legs. I will never get used to the dizzying haze of having my breasts bared under Theo’s agonizing gaze.
Not to be outdone or more naked, I reach to start on Theo’s pants. He captures my hands before they can, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He makes the tiny, teasing sound so quiet I can hardly hear it over my breathing. “It’s your birthday. I came to give you your first gift.”
Goosebumps spread across my body, and I need him. I need himnow.
“But, in order to get your gift, you have to do as I say.”
I’d jump into a volcano with nothing but a flamingo pool floaty if he used that voice to ask me.
“Can you do that?”
I nod.
“Good.” He smiles against my neck, as he slides my underwear down, then whispers, “Sit.”
I do.
He shakes his head. “That way.”
I move to where he wants me, head resting on the arm of the couch, my legs stretched toward the other side of the couch. I’m not presumptuous enough to bend my legs myself, but thankfully, Theo kneels on the couch, near my feet, and takes matters into his own hands, literally.
He picks up my right foot, kissing my instep, before trailing kisses up my calf. Theo’s lips reach my inner thigh and I nearly combust right there as he places my foot on the couch so my knee is bent, before moving to my next foot and following suit. My eyes roll back into my head as I’m bared for him and he licks his lips at the sight. My hips begin bucking of their own volition, begging for contact.
Eyes darker than the blackest depths of the ocean, churning with rough weather, I realize I am caught in Theo’s storm. Lightning flashes through me, thunder rocks my body and it rips away my inhibitions, my fears, my worries, leaving nothing in its wake.
I see stars as his mouth makes contact with my center and begins tasting and licking like it’s his reason for being on this planet. It’s pleasure in a way that I’ve never known, letting me finally understand how pain and pleasure get their wires crossed, because right now it feelstorturouslygood.
Theo savors the moment, tasting me the way you taste fine wine. The pressure builds and builds, with every movement of his tongue and circle of his fingers. I’m helpless against the synchronized motion sent from heaven, or maybe hell, because I amburningalive.
“Theo.” I moan his name and slip my fingers in his hair, grasping at the wavy strands. He moans against me, and the vibrations followed by the knowledge that his sounds are muffled byme,that he’s tastingme, sends me falling over the edge.
My arms dangle at my side. I can scarcely think, let alone move as I come down from such a high.
“Get ready.” Theo hovers to kiss me. “More awaits.”
I’m beyond words. “Huh?”
“We’re going out.”
“Where out?”
My eyes are closed, but I can feel his smile. “To a concert, out.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Shit. I’m going to need a minute.” On second thought, “Or sixty.”
He chuckles. “Take as long as you need.”
