by Lacey Black
I nod, stepping into his embrace. “There’s nowhere else I want to be,” I whisper hoarsely.
When he kisses me, it’s as if nothing else in the world exists. It’s just Theo and me, together.
Our mouths are both eager, as he takes the lead, deepening the kiss. He slides his tongue between my lips and delves deep, exploring and tasting with the expertise of someone who clearly knows what he’s doing. If there was a gold medal in kissing, Theo would have a whole display of them.
He moves his other hand up to the back of my neck, the tips of his fingers threading into my hair, while the other grips tighter on my hip. I swear, I’ve never had a man hold me like this—so delicately, yet so powerful and possessive—as he slowly moves me backward. When my legs reach the bed, he stops, his mouth ripping from mine as we both gasp for air.
Theo’s eyes bore into mine. “I’ve wanted you to be mine since the first moment I saw you.” His confession is slightly shocking, mostly because our initial meeting didn’t go so well. “I can tell you’re a little surprised by that, but it’s one-hundred-percent true. From that second you showed up with cookies, I was so damn attracted to you, I couldn’t think straight.”
All I can do is gape at this gorgeous man. Two years? He’s been attracted to me for two years and hasn’t said a word? I almost can’t believe it, especially when it felt like he was doing everything in his power to annoy me on a daily basis.
“I should have said something before now, but you didn’t seem to reciprocate those feelings, so I wasn’t in a rush to have my nuts kicked,” he says with a shy grin, letting me know he wasn’t meaning literally.
“W-wow,” I stammer, still trying to come to grips with the fact Theo really has had a crush on me. “I had no idea.”
Another romance-cover-worthy smile spreads across his lips. “That was kind of the point.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “But you’re here now.”
“I am,” I murmur, gripping the back of his shirt and pressing my chest against his. “I’m here all night.”
Chapter Twenty
Theo
“Damn right you are,” I reply right before I crash my lips back down onto hers. Only this time, I don’t let my caveman side take complete control. Penelope doesn’t deserve someone to throw her onto the bed and ravish her all night, even if that’s what I crave. I’ve waited this long to finally show her how I feel, the least I can do is make sure she’s well satisfied at the end of the night.
Or morning.
Depending on when I finally get my fill of her.
If I ever do.
“You know, this dress looks stunning on you,” I start, trailing a finger down her collarbone and sliding it along the edge of the material, “but I have a feeling it’ll look even better…off.”
Penelope grins. “Cheesy, but I kind of like it,” she replies, batting her eyelashes. This playful side is one I’ve never witnessed from her before, and it might be a bigger turn-on than anything else.
She shifts her arm, exposing the zipper along her side, and I take great pleasure in sliding it down. Inch by inch, I get a peek at delicate skin, which only makes my cock that much harder. Reaching up, I slip a finger beneath the strap and slowly move it until it falls down her arm. Then, I do the same to the other side, only this time, I follow the thin strap with my mouth.
The sweetest gasp spills from her lips, igniting my blood even more. After a few more shimmies, the dress drops, pooling at her feet on the floor. I take a step back and just drink in the most gorgeous sight. Penelope is standing there in a matching cream-colored lace strapless bra and panty set with gold heels.
She’s mesmerizing.
“You look stunning. I almost don’t want to take this off,” I whisper, trailing my finger along the soft lace that cups the swells of her breasts.
“I definitely think we should take it off,” she counters, inhaling sharply as I trace my thumb over her hard nipple.
“Hmm, I do think you’re right. Allow me.” I step forward and reach behind to where the bra is clasped. The moment it’s released, it falls to the floor. A groan erupts from my throat as my eyes drink their fill. She’s so fucking perfect, it hurts. Small, pert tits with soft pink nipples begging for my mouth. “Lie down.”
She does as commanded, lying back on my bed, her arms placed above her head. I quickly unbutton my shirt and rip it from my trousers, leaving it hanging open, as I toe off my dress shoes. My eyes feast on the sight of her. The cream-colored panties that appear soaked and the gold shoes I want digging into my back as I slide into her.
Crawling onto the bed, I cover her body with my own, claiming her mouth. The kiss is fierce and full of passion as my hands start to explore her body. “Don’t move,” I state, slowly shifting downward.
My lips blaze a trail of fire down her neck, across her collarbone, and slowing toward her nipples. The first swipe of my tongue across one hard bud sends my blood soaring, my body burning for more. But I’m determined to take my time, to see how long I can drag out the pleasure.
When I wrap my lips around the first nipple and suck, Penelope jackknifes beneath me. She gasps, her nails digging into my scalp as she holds on for dear life. I tease her with my tongue before taking her into my mouth and gently biting down. She moans in pleasure, rocking her body against mine. “Oh my God…feels so good,” she whispers between pants of breath.
I move to the other breast, showering it with as much attention as the first one. Penelope wiggles beneath me, her hands slipping beneath my shirt and grasping my shoulders and my back. The bite of her nails only adds fuel to this deep-burning fire, and when she grinds her wet panties against me, I almost lose control.
Not yet. There’s something I need to do first.
“Don’t move,” I demand, taking a new position between her legs. Using my shoulders, I spread her wide, my eyes zeroed in on that soaked material. Using my thumb, I push it aside, exposing her core. My mouth waters to taste her for the first time.
I place one arm across her abdomen to hold her as I swipe my tongue over her clit. She jumps against my hold, her moan so loud I wonder if it woke the neighbors. Not that I care. In fact, I kinda hope it does.
I take a few seconds to toy with her clit, licking and teasing her before sucking it hard into my mouth. The result is an explosion. Penelope detonates beneath me, rocking against my face and riding out her orgasm. Her fingers grip my hair, tugging lightly, her thighs squeezing my head in the best way possible.
When her legs finally relax and fall boneless at my side, I glance up, lost in the slight grin on her lips. “That was embarrassingly quick,” she mutters, finally releasing my hair.
“Never too quick, in my book. In fact,” I start, shifting her leg over my shoulder, “that just means you’re ready for another.”
My mouth drops back down, lazily licking across her very swollen, very sensitive clit. She tries to pull away, but I won’t let her. I adjust my arm, positioning my fingers at her entrance, and slowly push one inside her body. She’s soaked, her internal muscles still tight from her release.
“I’m not sure I can.” She gasps, rocking her hips and taking my finger even deeper.
“Oh, I know you can, sweetheart.” I lower my mouth and lap at her clit, gently massaging and sucking on it as I pump my finger inside her.
Slowly, I add a second finger, reveling in how fucking tight, how fucking amazing she feels. My own body is a live wire begging for more, craving the release that only Penelope can provide.
But not yet.
First, I need one more from her.
She rocks against my hand, her hips starting to move faster and faster. I lock my mouth around her clit and twist my fingers, gently curling them upward. I can feel the moment her second release is triggered. Her muscles grip me so tightly, I can barely move my fingers, but that’s not what captivates my attention. It’s the sound of complete euphoria consuming her. Her mouth is gaped op
en, her eyes closed tightly, as she finally starts to come down from the high. Only when I feel her body sag into the bed do I remove my fingers and mouth and prepare for what’s to come.
I push up and sit on my knees, enjoying the view. Her panties are pretty much trash, stretched out beyond fixing, and her auburn hair has pulled from the updo she had done for the wedding and lays wild against my pillow. The pink flush of her cheeks only adds to the beautiful vision she creates.
I wouldn’t mind indulging in this very sight for the rest of my life.
Pushing that thought—and how very right it feels—out of my mind, I can’t help but give her a cocky grin when she opens her eyes. “Better?”
She glances down at my crotch, to where my pants are tented to the max, and smirks. “Better than you,” she quips.
I can’t help but laugh. “True.” On a serious note, I ask, “You okay?”
She’s still smiling. “More than okay.” She carefully gets up to her knees, mirroring my stance, and rests her hands on my shoulders. “Do you know what would make me even better?” When I arch an eyebrow in question, she drops her hands reaching for my belt. “Let me show you.” The moment it’s released, she reaches down and grabs my cock, slowly stroking me through my pants.
This bold side of Penelope is shocking, yet a complete turn-on. I wasn’t prepared for this vixen, the grabbing the bull by the horns—quite literally—version of my hot neighbor.
As she strokes me, pleasure rockets through me, stealing my sanity and nearly all of my control. When I grab her hand to halt her movement, she looks up at me curiously. “If you keep doing that, sweetheart, this’ll be over way before either of us are ready.”
That comment seems to spur her on even more. Penelope slides even closer, her quick fingers ripping at the button and zipper on my pants. I grip her hands once more, causing her to laugh, and plaster my lips to hers. “Give me one second,” I state, slipping off the bed and heading for the bathroom.
I dig in my shaving kit, praying there’s at least one condom still left inside. Back when I was still with Rachel, I kept a box with my travel bag for the few times we went away for the weekend. Now, I just pray this single piece of protection hasn’t expired, or I’ll be making a mad-dash trip to the corner store.
Smiling at the date, I take the condom back into the bedroom. Penelope’s eyes meet mine as I hold it up and say, “We only have one. Better make it count.”
She slides off the bed, places her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, and starts to shimmy the damaged material down her legs. “We only need one,” she says, kicking them onto the floor.
I take in the vision. She’s completely naked except for those damn gold shoes, and all I can think about is the bite of the heel when it digs into my back. I toss the foil package onto the bed and reach for her. “One won’t be enough.”
My mouth descends eagerly, my hands pulling her close. Her smooth, bare skin entices me, her breasts flatten to my chest. Our tongues duel as she slides her palms against my shoulders, pushing my shirt back. I feel her nails raking down my chest, dancing across my abs. “I’ve had dreams about these abs,” she whispers against my lips.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. Every time you’d pull your shirt up to wipe your forehead, exposing your stomach, I’d have to do naughty things to myself later that night to the images,” she states as she finishes unfastening my pants.
I shrug out of my button-down, letting it fall to the floor, before pushing my pants and boxers down my legs. “I might have to watch that sometime.”
Her eyes drop to my cock as it bounces free, drops of precum soaking the tip. It only takes me a second to shed the rest of my clothes, including my socks. Finally, we’re both gloriously naked.
Penelope reaches for her shoes.
“No way,” I say, cupping her ass cheeks with my hands. “Those stay on.” And then I lift her body to mine, her legs wrapping around my waist as I climb onto the bed.
“You have a thing for gold heels, huh?” she says when she’s lying on her back below me.
“I have a thing for you.”
My kiss is much softer now, as my cock lines up perfectly with her pussy. Penelope hitches a leg up onto my hip and reaches between us, slowly stroking my length from root to tip. Remembering the condom at the end of the bed, I reluctantly pull my lips from hers and turn to retrieve the protection. Once it’s rolled into place, I return to my position between her waiting legs.
“Ready?” I ask, making sure we’re still on the same page. It might physically kill me to stop, but I would in a heartbeat if she weren’t ready.
She doesn’t answer right away, just rolls her hips upward. The movement causes her wet pussy to slide easily along my cock, coating it in her juices. “Do you really have to ask?”
I clear my throat and try not to just thrust inside her. Holding myself completely still, I confirm, “Yes, I really have to ask.”
She meets my gaze as she answers, “Yes. I’m more than ready for this.”
Hearing the words I had hoped to hear, I line myself up and slowly push inside her warm, tight body. Our groans fill the room. It’s hard to think, let alone breathe, as she grips my dick. Hell, I’m close to losing it, and I’m only halfway in. Closing my eyes, I try to think about anything other than how fucking amazing she feels squeezing my cock.
When I’m completely seated inside of her, she whispers, “Are you okay?”
“Never been better. I’m just trying to keep a little control here,” I mutter through gritted teeth.
“A little out of control isn’t so bad, you know,” she whispers against my ear, grabbing my ass and flexing her hips toward me.
I groan loudly before slamming my lips back down on hers. She kisses back with as much eagerness and passion as I give, her hands roaming my back, my shoulders, my arms. Every time I move, I feel the last sliver of my control slipping from my grasp.
“Theo?”
Opening my eyes, I meet her intoxicating green ones. “Yes?”
“Don’t hold back.” Something wild flashes in her eyes as her grip tightens, pulling me hard against her once more.
That’s all I need to hear. My body takes over, driven by pure lust and desire. I pull out almost completely and piston forward, filling her. The bed slams against the wall as her moans echo off every solid surface in the room. I take her lips with my own, my hips grinding between her thighs. Penelope reaches up, slides her fingers in my hair, and tugs, as she continues to rock, creating the best friction possible.
I start to feel my body tighten, that familiar tingle starting at the base of my spine. I’m getting close, but I refuse to let go until she comes again. With my hand on her outer thigh, I push up and rock into her, knowing the second I hit that magical spot deep inside this woman. Her eyes fly open as she gasps, her nails digging into my flesh. I do it again, then once more until she’s shaking beneath me.
Her body starts to squeeze around my cock. It’s the only warning I’m given before she comes a third time, my name the sweetest plea spilling from her lips. Her pussy grips so tightly, I’m unable to do anything but follow her over the edge. I thrust into her, spilling everything I have into the condom so hard I see stars.
I feel like every ounce of energy evaporates, my legs and arms just sort of give out. When I roll to my side, I take her with me, pulling her against my chest and doing everything I can to keep our connection. Penelope drapes across my body, her arm nestled at my side and her head cradled against my neck.
We fit perfectly.
Unfortunately, I know we can’t stay like this too much longer. I have the condom to deal with and want to help her clean up a bit before we fall asleep. Carefully, I slip out from beneath her, dislodging myself from what is my dick’s favorite place in the whole world, and head for the bathroom. Once the condom is disposed of, I make quick work of cleaning myself up a bit before grabbing a fresh, warm washcloth
.
I find Penelope curled up on her side, her auburn hair wild against the white pillowcase, and the sight does something to my heart. It beats faster, only for her.
As I move a strand of hair from her forehead, lazy green eyes slowly open and focus on me. She grins just as lazily, and I know right then and there she’s special. I’ve always known she’s different, but seeing her in my bed, after incredible sex, does something to me. I never want her to sleep anywhere but with me.
“I brought you a washcloth,” I whisper, sliding onto the bed.
“Oh,” she says, suddenly a little shy. “I actually need to use the restroom.” A blush creeps up her neck.
Nodding, I enjoy the view as she slips from the bed and moves to the bathroom. She closes the door, turns on the water, and takes care of business. While I wait, I hang the washcloth over the arm of the chair to dry and climb back onto the bed.
A few minutes later, the door finally opens, and Penelope emerges in all of her naked glory. She sees me sitting near the headboard and fidgets with her hands. “I can go back to my room.”
“I don’t want you to leave this bed.”
Relief crosses her face as she joins me on the bed, sitting on the edge to remove her shoes. Then she’s sliding onto her side and snuggling against my body. We lie perfectly still, together, and suddenly, content takes on a whole new meaning.
I want this.
Every night.
I want her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Penelope
I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable in my life. Being in Theo’s arms, nestled against his warm, hard body, my palm resting against his chest, feels too good. Too right. Like we were made to fit together. Like puzzle pieces.
He strokes my shoulder almost absently as I listen to the sound of his heart beating beneath my cheek. I’m not sure which will lull me into sleep first, his heartbeat or his touch. Separate, they’re hypnotic. Together, they’re magic.
