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“Fuck.You’re so beautiful here. So fuckingperfect.”
His breath hits first - hot and damp - making me shiver as he hovers barely an inch from where I need him most. I tangle my fingers in his hair andtug, hard enough to make him growl into my skin.
His mouth descends upon me in full, and I gasp as his tongue makes contact.
He's tentative at first, exploring with gentle licks and kisses, but I quickly guide him with more urgency.
“Focus, Theo,” I groan. “This isn't a tea party.”
Behind me, Ash chuckles. “She's got a point.”
Theo’s mouth drops lower, tongue dragging through the mess between my thighs - Ash’s pre-come, my slick, the general chaos of being very,verywell-used.
He moans like I’m a three-Michelin-star dessert. Like I’m a religious experience.
Honestly, if he starts speaking in tongues, I won’t be surprised.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs into my thigh, reverent like I just walked on water.
Which is impressive, considering I’m flat on my back, legs spread like a buffet, and literally leaking alpha.
His tongue flicks over my clit - once, twice; almost like he’s asking permission with every pass.
It’s gentle. Careful.
Terrified.
Behind me, Ash lets out a snort.
“He gonna eat you or propose first?”
Theo freezes for half a second.
I don’t.
I tug on the fistful of his hair again and grind his face deeper.
“Ignore him. He’s just jealous you’re a better multitasker.”
Ash stretches on the bed beside me, propping his head up on one arm.
“I’m not jealous. I’m just saying, if he goes any slower, you’re gonna hit menopause.”
Theo, bless him, actually mutters an apology into my cunt - but hefinallygets the memo.
His tongue deepens. His fingers follow, sliding into me with sweet, deliberate care, curling just right.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, half laughing, half moaning.
And then he says - sincerely, without a trace of shame -
“You’re still stretched from Ash. It’sbeautiful.”
Theo’s mouth on me is heaven, and I moan,loudly. He licks like he’s trying to earn sainthood - like he thinks orgasms are a moral obligation - and my thighs tremble.
“But this?” He presses his palm against me as his tongue returns to my clit. “This part? Stillaching.Still mine to soothe.”
I cry out, back arching as he adds a third finger, his mouth suctioning over my clit, and the combination istoo much.
