“Ha.” He laughed throatily. “You’re getting too cheeky. Your turn.”
Returning with the cushions, he dumped them at her feet. The strength in his arms surprised her as he tilted her back, arranging the cushions under her neck, back, and bottom until her lower body arched upward, her arms trapped under her, though padded by the soft cushions. He’d slipped her leggings lower, wrapping them about her ankles like soft manacles. If she’d felt exposed before…now she was blatantly on display. Coolness licked her skin.
Openmouthed, lips bruised, tongue still remembering his taste, she stared at Theo standing over her and wondered what he meant to do. Whatever it was, she could barely move in any direction.
She shivered and felt a fresh tide of moisture flood her *.
He spread her knees so her legs opened. “Stay like that, Claire. I want to see all of you.”
He put his hand down there. Two of his fingers touched her turgid lips, moving her juices along her slit, then over her aching clit. She gasped and tensed. His fingers lifted away, and she heard him kneel by her side, then felt his fingers anointing her nipples with her own juices, his hands wrapping around each swollen breast as if they were fruit he could pluck.
She strained, lifting her head to watch for a few seconds. All she could see was her squashed-together breasts and Theo.
He rose up from his knees and kissed each nipple, laying his warm tongue on each, then licking across. So sensitive—she groaned and felt the tiny bumps on his tongue trail over her. She flopped her head back and thrust up her groin. Releasing one breast, he found her *, one finger slip-sliding inside her to its full length. Her muscles clamped on him, pulsing at the slide and tug. His other fingers, she lost count of how many, pressed in, stretching her.
“Ah. Ah.” She moaned to the sky, mouth so open her jaw hurt. “More.”
He lifted his lips from her breast, his fingers slipped from her *. “No talking.”
“Uh.” Blindly, she nodded agreement. Anything to get him to resume all the things he did to her body.
The renewed rhythm of fingers and tongue brought her, shaking, like the ratcheting upward of a chain, to the sweaty hot edge. When his thumb slid onto her erect clit, she thrust the tip of her tongue out. The slickness, the slip and slide inside, and the gentle twirl of thumb on her clit… With a small gasp and a scream, she let go. Exploding pleasure welded her body into one rigid arch of muscle, her * locking tight on to his fingers. Yes!
Sunlight blanched like white fire through her eyelids.
When she felt her heartbeat slow and her lungs calm, she opened her eyes to a slit to find Theo smiling down at her.
“Now that was something wonderful to watch. Happy?”
The words to answer him were lost in a dazed jumble in her mind.
“My turn,” he said with a predatory glint in his eye. Again he arranged her body, turning her over so her ass was in the air, her face on its side against a cushion. “How are your arms? Sore? Numb?”
Half-lost in memories of orgasm, she opened and closed her hands, abruptly reminded of the grip of buckle and leather around her. Nothing gave. Nothing seemed numb. She chose not to speak and shook her head. It would be sacrilege to speak. Her temples still thudded with the pounding of blood.
With an open hand, he slapped her bottom, sending a jolt of pleasure to her loins, and she grunted, unable to stop the instinctive arch of her bottom upward. Already her body stirred.
“I’ll take that as a yes, I’m perfectly happy?” He put that hand back and massaged. “Your bottom is so nicely made for smacking.”
She knew she should glare back at him for that smug tone, but couldn’t—her body quivered with expectation. Ahh, that a simple smack could do this to her. She wished he’d do it again.
She buried her face in the cushion, blocking out light and turning the world into one of pure feel and smell. And the ripe, rich smell of lust thickened the air.
His hands gripped each cheek of her ass; then instead of his cock, something flicked across her sensitive clit and up along her slit. His tongue. Her fists clenched and loosened. With his tongue playing slither and glide across her labia and clit, slowly, he drove her back into arousal. Whenever she tensed as if about to come, he drew back for a few moments, until she was biting the cushion in frustration, her fists closed, her bottom straining up for more.