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Theo kept stroking her clit, faster and faster, her main orgasm dying slowly, accompanied by several mini explosions. He only stopped touching her once her body slumped, bonelessly sinking into the mattress.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
Theo lifted his head, grinning.
Gretchen’s eyes were closed, but she must have felt his attention on her because she lifted her eyelids slowly, seeking him out.
He didn’t bother to hide his too-pleased smirk, nor had he wiped her shiny arousal from his mouth and cheeks.
“Can I say thank-you now?” she asked.
Theo shook his head. “Still too soon.”
This time, panic was the prevailing emotion. “I don’t think I’ll survive another one of those.”
Theo pushed up, kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. “Of course, you will. Now, be still. I have more work to do.”
She shuddered as he resumed his place between her legs. This time, he used his tongue on her clit, reawakening her arousal before sliding one finger inside. She was fucking tight as shit, and Theo got light-headed thinking about how incredible it would be once he finally buried himself in all her wet heat.
One finger became two as Theo took his time, rebuilding the fire. Gretchen roused quickly, and he grinned to himself when he realized he was creating a monster, a beautiful one, when she asked for—no, demanded—more.
“Please, Theo. More. Harder!” Her hips tilted in an attempt to force his fingers deeper. He took his time, because given what she’d told him about her sexual history, he knew it had been a while since she’d had a man inside her.
Theo added a third finger to the first two and heard her slight hiss. Just those three fingers were a stretch, so he needed to make sure she was prepared before he fucked her with his cock.
Her head tossed from side to side as he felt the first telltale quivers of her orgasm. Her pussy muscles clenched, and she cried out, her body jolting as if she’d been struck by lightning when her second orgasm hit.
Theo stroked her through this orgasm, just as he had the first, draining every drop of pleasure from her that he could.
Gretchen collapsed against the bed again, her body shimmering with perspiration, her hair damp along the edges of her forehead. She watched him as he rose from the bed and slowly unfastened his jeans. Theo dropped them and his boxer briefs to the floor, his cock hard, sticking straight up and brushing against his stomach.
Her eyes widened as she looked at it. She was good for the ego.
She licked her lips, then shifted to her side, reaching for him.
He knew her intent, but that wasn’t on the itinerary for tonight. It couldn’t be. One brush of her lips against his dick…hell, one hot pant of breath and he’d be a goner.
And that was not the way he wanted to go this first time with her. He’d never taken a woman without a condom, but Gretchen was different. She was his, and there would never be anything between them.
For the briefest of seconds, he let himself imagine her stomach swollen with their baby, and his balls tightened.
Holy fuck. He needed to get inside her, or he was going to come simply at the thought of her pregnant.
Theo brushed away her hand. “Not tonight. You put that sweet mouth anywhere near my dick and this doesn’t end the way we want.”
Gretchen smiled, clearly pleased by his words, by the idea that she could drive him to his knees that way.
He pressed on her shoulder, pushing her to her back before climbing over her.
This time, there was no shyness or hesitance as Gretchen let her knees fall to the side, making room for him between her legs.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Greatest words ever,” he replied, kissing her softly as he reached down and guided his dick to her opening. He’d done his best to assure she was wet enough and stretched enough, but even so…this was going to be a tight fit.
He pushed just the head of his cock inside, his gaze locked on her face, ready to ease up at the first sign he was hurting her.
“You’re big,” she murmured.