Page 65 of Surviving Midnight
“O-oh...” Theo sucks in a sharp breath as she sinks a little lower, taking a little more of my length. “Oh, Zak.”
“You ok, honey?” I grit through clenched teeth as I start reciting the pledge of allegiance in my head. “You’re not—“
“I’m... wow.” Another few inches. “Oh my god, I’ve never felt so full.”
My dick grows impossibly harder at her words, the thing ready and willing to accept the title as the biggest Theo has ever had before I fuck everyone else from her history. Size doesn’t matter when you know you’re good on it, but hearing your fucking soulmate compliment it in the throes of what will no doubt be the best sex you’ve ever had? Yeah, that shit is fucking gold.
“You set—fuck, you set the pace, baby. Take your time, this is—“ I grunt as Theo bears down and takes me all the way to the hilt, my cock seated all the way inside of her and fuck me, I might gocompletelyblind from the sensation.
But I fight the urge to start thrusting my hips and let her adjust, let her body relax before she starts to move. I pull her closer, as close as I can get her and kiss her lips, caress her hips and give her all the time she needs.
Theo takes a shaky breath and cups my cheeks, kisses me in a way that’s too reverent, too sweet, too full of love for the likes of a bastard like me. I’ll take it though. Take that and more from now until eternity.
And because I will most likely shoot my load right up into her sternum the second Theo decides to move, I slip a hand between us and circle her clit slowly with my thumb.
Gotta make sure my girl gets hers because I know I’m going to get mine.
“Oh.” Her forehead drops to mine on a moan. “Oh my god. Zak.”
If I couldn’t feel her walls flutter, couldn’t feel them spasm and squeeze around my cock I’d be worried she was regretting this or not enjoying it, but no, Theo is far from either of those things.
“You good, honey?”
She nods and doesn’t break eye contact. “So good, Zak. So fucking good.” Then she finally starts to move, and goddamnit, I’m so fucking good too.
Theo rocks against me slowly at first, small swivels of her hips, and after a few minutes of that ecstasy, she starts riding me like she was born to do it.
Her pace is steady but almost sweet, slow but forceful as she slides up and down on my cock, my thumb matching the rhythm only we can hear. I’m not one for gentle lovemaking most of the time but this, right here and now with Theo, is so good, so beautiful and soul searing I might never want it any other way. Especially with the way she holds my gaze, making sure to keep her stare locked in on mine the entire time.
Dark gold surrounds her blown out pupils, her eyes full of desire, lust, and love. Theo’s nails bite into my shoulders as she continues to fuck me, to make love to my body the same way she loves my heart with hers. It’s fucking profound and incredible and just when my balls draw tight and fire licks down my spine, Theo’s pussy clamps down around me so goddamn hard all I can do is grunt.
“Oh. Oh, Zak. Oh my god, I’m going to, god I’m—“ My name leaves her lips on the most beautiful moan seconds before she captures my lips in a brutal kiss. Her body rocks in jerky movements and just when her pussy gushes around me, my own release slams into every fiber of my being and I thrust up into her hard while my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hip.
“Theo,” I grunt as she moans my name louder, her cunt milking every last drop from my cock with another wave of pure bliss. “Fuck, Theo, I love you.”
“I love you too.” She sighs as her body goes limp on top of me, both of us reveling in our shared high, twitching and spent, sated and euphoric. “I love you so much, Zak.”
My eyes drift closed as we relax, my arms wrapped around her tightly while Theo kisses my chest. This, this right here is pure fucking heaven and to think I almost walked away from it is something I could never forgive myself for.
CHAPTERTWELVE
ZAK
“What about this one?”
I glance down as Theo circles an old bullet wound on my chest with her fingertip. “.45. Another run for Prez that got a little hairy.”
Like she’s done with every other scar, Theo gives it a soft kiss before she moves to the next. Her index finger traces a four-inch line across my ribs and she smiles when I flinch. “Ticklish?”
“No,” I grunt but I’m grinning. I’m not exactly ticklish, but I do have a ticklish spot, my ribs being that spot, and I’m sure this woman will have no issue remembering that.
“Noted.” Theo retraces the scar, her smile growing when I flinch again. “This one?”
“Switchblade when I was seventeen.”
Another kiss, another scar. “And this?”
“Road rash. Wrecked my second bike at nineteen.” The thick patch of gravely flesh over my left side, another just above my hip and my blonde bombshell kisses both.
