“Well, first I need to show you something of great importance.”
Rolling my eyes, I follow him to the supply closet. “A mop, Theo?”
He slams the door with his foot, eyes twinkling at me. “No. My penis.”
Chortling, I reach for the knob — the one not attached to a forest god. “We so do not have time for this.”
“Oh, but we do. It should take at least ten more minutes for the database search to run, which is ample time for me to satisfy my animalistic urges with your ample assets.” He curves his hands in an hourglass gesture, then he does it again along the edges of my body.
I shiver and grin at him. “Ten minutes, huh?”
“Don’t you want to pay me back after the pleasant ride in I gave you?” he pouts. I wiggle my fingers up at him and he grins, taking my hand and palming it over the tent in his pants. He pushes against me and I groan. I love it when he does that.
“Not particularly,” I tease, “but I could get off.”
He grins, eyes sparkling, and kneels in front of me. Ignoring the spot where I need his touch most, he lifts my shirt and kisses my hip, lazily meandering with his mouth toward my belly button. Tonguing the dip in my skin, his eyes dart up and lock with mine, glowing with intensity and otherworldly magic.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I nudge my center toward him, wanting his attention on my pussy. But he isn’t having it. Instead, he continues his torturous kisses up toward my breasts, gently kissing, then sucking the bottom of one globe as he plays with the other nipple.
The scent of fall foliage encompasses my senses as his hair, lips, tongue and fingers take turns applying sweet wetness and pressure against my breasts. Locks of Theo’s hair turn leafy and crisp against my fingers, and I grin as he begins to lose himself in me.
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