79: Emma

My hands explored the broad expanse of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips as he moved. I traced the bumps of his spine, marveling at the smoothness of his skin, the strength contained within it. When my fingers reached the waistband of his trousers, I hesitated very briefly before undoing the button and tugging down the zipper.

Theo broke the kiss to look at me, his eyes now more black than gold, pupils dilated with desire. "You're driving me mad," he whispered, his accent thicker than usual, betraying his arousal.

"Good," I replied with a boldness that surprised me. I hooked my feet around his calves, using the leverage to push his trousers down his legs. He kicked them off impatiently, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal.

His hands skimmed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When they reached the edge of my panties, he hooked his fingers beneath the lace. Our eyes met in silent question and answer, and then with one swift motion, he tore the delicate fabric clean off.

I gasped, more in surprise than protest, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as his fingers immediately found me, slipping through the evidence of my desire. "Already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

When one long finger slid inside me, my back arched off the bed, a trembling breath escaping my lips. He watched my face intently as he added a second finger, stretching me gently, preparing me. The sensation was exquisite—not enough and too much all at once.

"Theo," I breathed, my hands clutching at his shoulders, not sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away as pleasure built inside me.

His lips left mine to trail down my neck, leaving a path of heat and sensation that made my toes curl. He paused at the pulse point beneath my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, drawing another helpless sound from me. Then he continued lower, across my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts still contained in lace.

Through the thin fabric, he caught one nipple between his lips, the wet heat of his mouth contrasting with the scratch of the lace. My hips bucked against his hand involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more friction. He obliged by curling his fingers inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Oh god," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to my breast as he moved to lavish the same attention on the other side. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

I managed to slide one hand between us, seeking the hard length of him through his underwear. When my fingers wrapped around him, he groaned against my skin, the sound vibrating through me. I stroked him in time with the movement of his fingers inside me, creating a rhythm that drove us both higher.

His thumb found my most sensitive spot, circling with perfect pressure as his fingers continued their devastating assault inside me. The dual sensation pushed me rapidly toward the edge, my breathing growing ragged, my muscles tensing.

"Let go for me, Emma," Theo whispered against my breast, his lips moving up to my ear. "I want to feel you come apart around my fingers."

His words, combined with a particularly clever twist of his fingers, sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, my back arching, his name torn from my throat in a cry that echoed off the chamber walls. He continued to stroke me through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I collapsed boneless against the sheets.

While I was still catching my breath, I felt him withdraw his fingers. My hands moved to the clasp of my bra, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine without barriers. He helped me remove it, his eyes darkening impossibly further as my breasts were finally bare to his gaze.

At the same time, he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them aside. I couldn't help but stare at the sight of him fully naked—all hard muscle and golden skin, his arousal impressive and intimidating in equal measure.

He moved over me again, positioning himself between my thighs. The head of his cock teased against my entrance, hot and hard and promising. He paused there, his eyes finding mine.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his control visibly strained but still intact. "I need to hear you say it, Emma."

"Please, Theo," I whispered, lifting my hips in invitation. "I need you."

With those words, he pushed forward, entering me in one long, smooth thrust that had my back arching and his name falling from my lips. The stretch and fullness was overwhelming, a brief discomfort quickly giving way to pleasure as he stilled within me, allowing me to adjust.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling. "So perfect around me."

When he began to move, it was with a slow, sensual rhythm that had me whimpering with each thrust. He moved with deliberate control, pulling nearly all the way out before sinking back in deeply, hitting spots inside me that I hadn't known existed. My hands roamed his back, feeling the flex of his muscles as he moved above me, inside me.

"More," I begged, my heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him deeper. "Please, Theo."

His smile against my lips was almost predatory. "Patience, my queen," he murmured, maintaining the torturous pace. "I plan to savour every moment of our first time together." His hand slid between us, finding where we were joined, his thumb circling my oversensitive flesh. "I'll take you faster next time, I promise."

The thought that there would be a next time—many next times—sent a fresh wave of heat through me. His words combined with his touch had me climbing toward another peak, my inner muscles clenching around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him down for a desperate kiss as he drove me mad with need. Each thrust of his hips sent sparks of pleasure radiating through me, building and building until I was trembling on the edge again, so close but not quite there.

"Let go," he whispered against my lips. "I've got you."

As if my body was waiting for permission, my second orgasm tore through me with unexpected force. I cried out his name, my back arching, my inner muscles clamping down around him. The intensity of it stole my breath, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the sheer overwhelming pleasure.

Theo followed me over the edge almost immediately, his rhythm faltering, his body tensing above me. He buried his face in my neck with a groan as he found his release, his hips pressed deeply against mine as he pulsed inside me.

For several long moments, we stayed like that, connected in the most intimate way, our hearts racing in tandem, our breathing gradually slowing. I felt boneless, utterly sated, my body humming with lingering pleasure. When he finally lifted his head to look at me, the tenderness in his eyes took my breath away all over again.

"That was..." he started, then shook his head, apparently at a loss for words.

I smiled, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "I know," I whispered. And I did know. Whatever this was between us—this connection that had formed so quickly and burned so brightly—it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

He carefully withdrew from me, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation, before rolling to his side and pulling me against him. As I nestled my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I realized that in the span of a week, my entire world had changed—and somehow, impossibly, it felt exactly right.