He holds me still as the head of his cock presses against my entrance. My thighs are shaking as I hold my body above his. I never was one for patience. I lower myself onto him slowly. His fingers tighten on my neck as I rise back up, just an inch. By the time I take all of him, he looks like he’s about to snap. The muscles in his neck are strained and tense as he fights for control. His hand grips my hip, stilling me and holding me in place. His eyes are closed, his breaths laboured. I hate that he tries to gain control, because I love when he loses it.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “I need to fuck you, Theo.” I say breathily.
His eyes flash open. “So fuck me.” He growls. Both hands move to my hips. He lifts me off him before slamming me back down. I throw my head back and cry out as he almost touches my cervix. Fuck! Water sloshes everywhere, but I don’t care. I’m only vaguely aware of my surroundings. All I can focus on is the sexually charged male in front of me.
He holds me down, rolling my hips against him. His pelvis grinds against mine, causing the most amazing friction against my clit. It’s seconds, and I do mean seconds before he has me on the verge of orgasm. I’m tightly wound, like a bomb just waiting to go off. Every time I think I’m going to come he stops. Just as my body starts to tremble he stops again, gripping my hips and pinning me so I can’t move. It pisses me off. I grip his hair and wrench his head back so his eyes meet mine. I kiss him hard, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. He growls against my lips. Suddenly, we’re moving, and the cold air of the bathroom touches my bare skin.
He grips my waist, and I cling to him, my thighs clamped around him, his cock still inside me. He puts me down on the very cold marble vanity. He comes to life, owning me, possessing my body as only he can, with everything he has. He holds my thighs wide open and thrusts forward, his eyes watching our joined bodies. I reach down and touch my clit. He bites his lip as a low groan escapes his throat. His movements quicken as his control slips from his grasp. Everything becomes more frantic as he charges toward his release, taking me right along with him.
I throw my head back against the mirror as my entire body clenches tight and explodes around him, wave after wave of pleasure detonates over my limbs. He buries his face in my chest and releases a hoarse shout as he stiffens between my thighs. Fuck me. We stay like that for a long time, me slumped against the mirror, him slumped forward against me. I can feel his hot, heavy breaths against my chest as he regains his breath. I close my eyes, basking in the post orgasmic bliss. After a while he moves, but I can’t. All my limbs are completely limp, and I feel like a thoroughly abused rag doll.
“You okay, sugar?” He asks.
“Mmm.” That’s about as close to a coherent response as I can manage.
I feel his fingers skim over my lips gently before his lips brush over mine in a caress. He swipes back a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. My entire hair is loose tendrils right now. I pull my eyelids open to find him watching me. He smiles at me and strokes my jaw.
“I love you, sugar.” He says. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, no length I won’t go to in order to keep you.” His expression is steely and resolute. Theo is a determined man, he never gives up and he never backs down. That’s what makes him as successful and powerful as he is. He leans his forehead against mine, holding my cheek gently. I inhale his scent, breathing him in deeply. “I will never let you go.” He whispers. My pitiful little heart leaps in my chest, because I don’t want him to ever let me go. Life is worth living when I have him. How does anyone survive without love once they have experienced it? My soul, my heart won’t survive without him, and I know it. My mind and body will go on, but for what? I trust him with my heart, my body, my soul, because it’s all worth nothing without him.
“I don’t want you to ever let go.” I whisper back. I rarely tell him these things. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve like he does. I’ve only just come to terms with thinking and feeling these things. Saying them out loud is not easy for me. There’s still a fundamental part of my mind that screams at me to protect myself, but even my mind knows that it’s too late for that. I’m fucked. I’m in love, desperately in love.
Later that night I lay in bed with my head on Theo’s chest. I listen to his even breaths and run my hand back and forth over his fore arm, which is wrapped securely around me.
“I thought you were tired.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I was, but now I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow.”