Chapter Fifty-Five

Danica

T he curtains are open, flickering city lights breaking through the darkness as I guide Theo into the center of his room. I know he is exhausted. Today was a whirlwind that certainly went in a totally different direction from how I had expected it to, and it had to be much the same for him. He goes to speak, but I don’t want to talk. Right now, right here? I just want him. Reaching up on tip toes, I pull his head down, my fingers threading through his hair and my lips meet his in a soft kiss.

After a moment, he pulls back, eyes locked on mine. Slowly, I reach down and lift his hoodie up over my head, dropping it to my feet. I move my hands, sliding them seductively down the front of my chest and across my stomach, before reaching down for the waist of my shorts. Theo’s eyes are heated as he watches the fabric fall to the floor, before burning a path up my body, taking in my exposed legs and stomach. Standing in front of him, in only a bra and underwear, he reaches out to graze one hand softly across my breast before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra. The straps fall down my shoulders, and I drop it next to the rest of my clothes.

Pulling me closer, Theo kisses me once, before his lips trail a path across my jaw, sending flames of desire straight to my burning core. He takes his time, moving slowly as he kisses his way down one breast, while his hand caresses the other. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he nips and sucks the peak, sending chills down my spine.

My hands brush through his hair, before moving slowly down his back to reach underneath the hem of his shirt. He continues to suck at me and the flick of his tongue as he circles my nipple before sucking hard once more sends chills racing across my spine.

“Theo!” My voice comes out in a soft gasp.

Losing myself in the feel of his lips, I bring my hands higher, pulling his shirt up slowly and he breaks his teasing caress just long enough to allow me to pull it completely over his head, dropping it carelessly with my already discarded clothes. His mouth finds me once more, trailing a burning path across my skin to lave at my other breast as his hands slide down, fingertips grazing softly down my sides, and across my hips before teasing along the waistband of my panties.

I feel his groan as it reverberates around me, as he sucks greedily at my breast leaving me aching and needy. His fingers glide down over the thin fabric covering my core, already slick with need, and he rubs against me firmly, the friction of the fabric against my swollen flesh causing me to moan with him. “Theo!” I gasp, “Please!”

His mouth makes its way back up my chest, kissing and nipping along my collar bone and up my neck, nibbling gently on my earlobe, making his way down to take my mouth once more in his own in a heated kiss. A sharp nip at my lip has me gasping in surprise, and Theo wastes no time as he licks away the sting, both soothing and teasing as he sweeps along the seam, before sliding his way into my mouth. Our tongues meet in an erotic dance, his hand still running along my front, fingers tauntingly grazing along my slit before trailing to my waist and back down along the edge of my panties where they meet my thigh.

So lost to the overwhelming sensations and the heat of the moment, it takes me a minute to process that fact that he has begun walking me backwards until my legs are hitting the edge of his large bed. Not breaking the kiss, Theo moves both hands down my hips, lifting me into his arms and laying me back against the heavenly sheets. Propped on his elbows, he hovers over me as I lay there, panting quietly. With firm strokes, he begins sliding down my body, hips grinding into my own, and I feel his hard cock throbbing against my center, creating heated friction that I desperately need. Placing soft kisses across my chest, Theo begins moving from one breast to the other before making his way down further. His tongue is a soft caress as he slides lower, trailing path across my stomach, circling my belly button, and my stomach quivers under his reverent attention .

Pressing into me once more, Theo grinds his hard dick against my core, pulsing against me as he circles his hips one last time before pulling away slightly. I whimper, the loss of him leaving me empty, but then he is sliding his body lower, kneeling on the floor before me and grabbing my legs to maneuver until they are dangling over the edge of the bed. Bending his head, he places a heated kiss against my core, through the fabric of my thin panties, and my pussy aches for him.

“Oh!” I gasp as he slides my panties to the side, and his tongue laps at my center, nearly sending me off the bed from the shocking sensation.

I can feel his grin against my core, his beard creating an intense friction that has me gasping with need. “Oh, God! Theo! That feels so good!”

Sitting back on his heels, he quickly pushes the panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder as he buries his face in my center once more. Tongue teasing along my seam, he guides my legs over his shoulders before running his hands up my thighs, sliding a finger deep inside my pussy. Finding a perfect rhythm, he begins pumping in and out as his mouth connects with my clit, sucking greedily as he flicks at it with his tongue.

The sensation is too much, I am so full of him, can feel him everywhere, and then he is adding another finger, stretching me wider as he circles my cunt and flicks his tongue along my clit repeatedly. Increasing his pace, fingers fucking me without mercy, he begins to move his face, deliberately moving his beard along my sensitive skin. Then he adjusts his movements, finding my G-spot, and I come undone. My core tightens, legs beginning to shake, my voice is breathy as I shout “Fuck! Theo, oh my God, Theo! Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop!”

And then he gently bites my clit and I explode, a world of stars floating around me as I feel a rush, soaking him with my arousal. Moaning with pleasure, he gently nips at me once more before sliding his tongue lower, lapping me up as his fingers continue to pulse in and out of me, until I am gasping for air and shaking uncontrollably. My hands are trembling as I raise them to his hair, holding on for dear life as he swipes his tongue across my slit one last time.

He kisses my inner thigh once, and then he is pushing himself up, shifting me further up the bed and kissing me hungrily. “I need you to give me one more, il mio passerotto.”

I shake my head, delirious from the pleasure of it all. I honestly don’t think I can. It was all too much.

With quick movements, he grabs my hips, and I squeal, giggling softly as he lays sprawled on the bed, sitting me across his taught stomach. I can feel his hard cock throbbing against my ass, and blindly wonder when he managed to take off his pants during all of . . . that. But I am quickly distracted as he reaches up to thread his fingers through my hair, which has come completely undone, wild curls framing my face. Pulling gently, he guides my face down to his own, kissing me softly as he lifts his hips, letting me feel all of him before he pulls away once more.

“I know you can give me one more, baby. Be a good girl and sit on this cock. Show me how good you feel, how well you can ride me.” With that, he lifts my hips, guiding me back slightly, but pauses, waiting for my signal. I bite my lip, hesitant, but then I feel the heat of his gaze, his desire matching my own, and I slowly lower myself onto his hard length.

We groan in unison, the tight stretch causing us both to catch our breath from the incredible sensation. Trailing my hands along his abs, I reach up until I can feel his nipple ring and gently begin to play with it as I slowly lower myself further, until I am seated fully, hard cock throbbing deep inside me.

He gasps, voice raspy, “God, baby, you feel so fucking good. You were fucking made for me.”

He pulses, and I shift, still adjusting to the feel of him stretching me, the fullness of him inside of me. Reaching down to where we are joined, he slides his thumb down, finding my clit and rubbing in a gentle circle. The sensation is overwhelming, and I have to move.

“Fuck!”

“Theo!”

My free hand finds his own, and our fingers intertwine as I brace myself against his chest with my other hand, fingers playing with his piercing as he plays with my clit. My movements are jerky, but I soon find my rhythm, and his hips meet mine, thrust for thrust. He feels good, God he feels incredible!

But I need more. Leaning back, I shift my hips slightly, and pull at his hand, encouraging him to sit upright. We readjust, until his back is resting along the headboard, and I shift until I am squatting on my heels. Bracing one hand along my back, he raises it until it is gripping gently in my hair.

Eyes bore into mine as he pauses, “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

I know what he wants, but I am not in the same place I was all those years ago. I lean my head back, resting more comfortably in his grasp and sink myself firmly on his hard dick. “Don’t stop. Please.”

And then he pounds me. Hips thrusting up, he pulls firmly on my hair, tugging my head back, as I bounce on his thick cock.

“You like that, baby? You like me fucking pounding into you?”

My moan is the only answer he needs. He continues to pound into me as he slides his other hand along my body, gently pinching and twisting at my nipple before moving up my neck, sliding his slick fingers into my mouth.

“You taste that, my dirty girl? Taste how badly you want me. How good we are together.” I moan at the taste of my own desire on my tongue, greedily lapping at his fingers, swirling my tongue around them, and sucking as if they were his dick instead.

“Yeah, you like that, my dirty girl. Look at you, how fucking hot you are for me. How drenched you are. That’s because you were fucking made for me, la mia diavoletta. You are my heaven and my hell. My little devil; perfect temptation for the ghost that fucking haunts you. You are mine, Danica. Mine.”

His voice is a growl, strained with the need of holding himself back as he continues to pound into me, and I whimper around his fingers, my pussy fluttering around him as his words drive me wild with need.

“Mmm. My greedy little devil likes to be praised. But does she still like to be punished?” As he says this, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, sliding down to wrap around my throat. He pulls snugly on my hair, fisting it as he tightens his other hand around my neck.

“Oh my, fuck! Oh, oh Theo! Fuck!

Head tilted back at the pull on my hair, I still try my best to press forward, leaning into his other hand. His squeeze is firm enough for me to feel, without cutting off my air supply. At one point, this would have been a major trigger for me, but even after all this time, I feel safe in his touch. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation. Theo squeezes lightly one last time, before releasing both my neck and my hair, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me down to his chest. He rolls us over so that I am lying on my back, and he is on top of me, weight braced on his forearms, before he is lifting one of my legs over his shoulder as he sits up on his knees, pulling me closer.

Moving a hand between us, he finds my clit once more, rubbing in fast circles as he pounds into me and I scream, unable to hold back as he fucks me senseless. “I need you to come for me baby. I need you to be my good fucking girl and come for me one more time. ”

As if waiting for his permission, my body shatters into a million tiny pieces at his command. As I slowly fall back to earth, his movements increase in intensity, becoming more jerky as he increases his pace, and with a shout, Theo stiffens, exploding inside of me. I feel him throb as he pumps into me, his cum filling me with pulse after pulse until we are both sated and empty. Collapsing next to me on the bed, he reaches over, pulling me on top of his chest, and my eyes close against their will as we both fall into an exhausted sleep.