Page 176 of Wicked Little Secret
Theron draws my face toward his ’til our mouths align and I can feel his warm breath on my lips. “I see you want the first order of business tonight to be punishment, Miss Oliver. Please believe I will make you come to regret it.”
“Just so long as you make me come, I don’t care, Professor.”
My naughty smirk blooms in the split second before he silences me with a hard kiss.
At the touch of his lips, the tiny sparks of excitement explode. Blood rushes my veins, creating a pulsing rhythm in my ears. Sheer adrenaline washes over me and leaves me dizzy and spinning.
It’s like our first kiss all over again.
Itisour first kiss all over again.
After two years without Theron, I’m a woman dying of thirst in the desert. Feeling his warm lips against mine for the first time in so long, it’s water touching my tongue, quenching me in a way only he can.
I’ve spent every moment of the last two years waiting for him. I’ve gotten myself off dozens of times to the merethoughtof him. Celibate for two years, I haven’t so much as looked at another man since.
My mind, body, soul, all crave Theron Adler and only him.
My heartbelongsto him.
As he pushes me back against the smooth limestone, I’m sliding my hands up his chest. I’m reaching for the back of his neck to pull him even closer, like I can’t get enough of him. His firm, lean body traps mine in place, and his mouth elicits a moan out of me.
It doesn’t matter that we’re on a public street.
We’re off in our own little world, kissing in the brisk night, celebrating our reunion.
His tongue strokes against mine in a sensuous dance. I play along, teasing him in return with soft flicks that only make him more aggressive.
He grips me tighter and wedges his knee between my legs as if half a second away from hoisting me off the ground.
Catching himself at the last possible second, his mouth travels to my jaw for more peppered kisses.
When he pulls back completely, the carnal hunger is visible on his face. His eyes are dark and cloudy while his nostrils flare. He licks at his lips like he’s attempting to taste me still, then he squeezes my hips.
“Do you… want to take this somewhere?” he asks huskily.
I can’t contain the smile that lights up my face. “Peaches has missed her bestie.”
The night’s a passion-fueled blur. We find our way back to my apartment, where we proceed to strip off our clothes and collapse in bed.
The sex between us is raw and animalistic.
Needy and desperate.
It’s a homecoming long in the making.
My pussy clenches around Theron’s cock as I come for the third time. My orgasm ripples through me and breaks me into a million little pieces of pleasure.
He’s between my thighs, stroking away. His expertise feels even more poignant after so long apart, as he rolls his hips and his cock reaches parts of my pussy that make me see stars. I can only cry out as my body seizes up and I sink nails into his arms.
He slips deeper, so thick and engorged inside me that my walls spasm around him. He comes in close to capture my lips, still gyrating away. Still torturing me from the inside.
He bites my jaw and nuzzles my neck. His breaths husk out of him, ragged and masculine, like he can’t hold off much longer. He’s right on the edge.
I wrap my arm around his shoulders and rock with him.My pussy massages his dick, knowing how crazy it drives him when I do.
He’s only able to stroke into me a few more times before he finally gives in. He comes with a hoarse grunt, a fist in my curls to tilt my face and smash my lips to his. We melt into each other at the peak of our pleasure, so lost it takes us a moment to mentally return to the bed where we lay.
I meet Theron’s eyes when they open and brush away the loose strand of hair that’s fallen over his brow. “I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed you…”