He pushes into me and then stills, allowing us to savour the moment. His hands roam my body like he’s been starving for this—slow at first, then firmer, surer, like he needsto feel all of me. Like he needs to memorise every curve, every reaction.
I moan against his lips as he finally starts to move, his thrusts sending delicious shivers up my spine. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and the heat between us turns molten.
His weight presses me into the mattress, his bare skin hot against mine, and every nerve in my body is alive, aching for more.
“Theo,” I breathe, nails digging lightly into his back, and the way he shudders in response sends a thrill through me.
He pulls back slightly, his lips hovering just over mine, his breath uneven. His darkened gaze meets mine, searching, checking.
“You feel like a dream, Ivy,” he murmurs, voice rough, thick with something deeper than just desire. “Tell me this is not a dream! Please tell me,” he begs.
I reach up, cupping his jaw, brushing my thumb over the stubble there. “Not a dream, Theo. Just the best reality ever,” I whisper.
Something shifts in his expression—like he’s relieved—before his lips crash into mine again, stealing the last of my breath.
His hands explore, his fingers teasing, tracing, learning exactly what makes me gasp, what makes my body arch into him. My skin burns everywhere he touches, every nerve ending sparking with anticipation.
I let go completely, giving myself to this moment, to him.
Theo groans softly against my neck as he thrust harder. Then one of his hands finds my clit and I want to screamwith need. He slowly circles my bundle of nerves and I can feel the first signs of an impending orgasm.
“Ivy,” he murmurs, voice strained, desperate.
I smile against his skin. “Hmm?”
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his fingers stopping for a moment.
“I need you,” he rasps.
I forget to breath because I know he doesn’t just mean now.
He means completely.
I press my lips to his, answering him without words, and in the next moment, there’s nothing left between us.
And when he finally moves again, I know, I’m gone.
38
Cuddles, Kisses & Ice Cream
Theo
Ivy is underneath me.
Naked. Flushed. Beautiful.
I brace myself above her, trying to breathe, trying to hold onto some scrap of control, but it’s slipping fast. She’s warm and soft, her hands roaming over my back, her nails trailing down my spine in a way that sends heat straight through me.
She just said my name—breathless, needy—and I swear to God, I nearly lost it right then.
I rest my forehead against hers, trying to steady myself, trying to take this slow, but she shifts beneath me, pressing closer, and a sharp exhale escapes me.
Her lips brush mine, light, teasing, knowing, before she whispers, “Theo, I need—”
I don’t let her finish.
I kiss her like I need her to survive, like she’s the essenceof my life.
