CHAPTER 12

OLIVIA’S POV.

I didn’t even give myself time to catch my breath.

I just knew bone deep that I needed him again.

The moment my eyes met Theo’s, I realised we weren't done yet. The air between us was thick. My body was still humming from the first release. Every nerve was awakened, but it wasn’t enough.

His hands were on me again before I could think, sliding down my sides. His mouth claimed mine, harder this time. I sank into him, pulling him closer, my fingers tangled in his shirt, desperate to feel him more.

Then his lips left mine and trailed down my towards my neck. The movement of his mouth was slow against my skin, moving from the edge of my jaw to the curve of my neck.

I felt my head tip back, baring more of myself to him. His lips moved lower, lower past my collarbone, across the rise of my chest until his tongue brushed over my breasts through the thin fabric of my top. My stomach tightened, and a shaky, loud breath broke free.

He didn’t rush. One hand pressed firmly to my hip, keeping me still, while his mouth worked over me with a focus that made my toes curl. My back arched into him, and I bit down on my lip, trying to muffle the sound threatening to spill out. When his lips closed gently around me, I couldn’t…..my lips parted on a sharp gasp, my fingers pulling at his hair as my thighs pressed together.

He shifted then, guiding me back against the couch cushions. Before I could catch my breath, his hands slid down my body, slow and certain, until he was kneeling between my legs. The couch felt too small even though it was bigger than the one I have at home. My pulse was pounding in my ears, heat flooding every inch of me.

One of his hands hooked behind my knee, lifting my legs until it rested over his shoulders. My breath hitched at the change in angle, the openness of it, the way his eyes locked on mine like he could already taste me. The air was thick, charged, my body trembling before he even touched me there.

And then,

God!

His mouth was on me.

I couldn’t keep still. My hips jerked, my back arched off the cushions, and my fingers flew to his hair again, holding on like I’d fall apart without something to anchor me. The first drag of his tongue stole the air from my lungs. I tried to swallow the sound, but it tore out anyway, raw and breathless.

Every flick, every circle, every press had me unravelling. My eyes squeezed shut, then flew open when a surge of pleasure made my legs tighten around him. My free hand clutched the edge of the couch, nails digging into the fabric, while the other refused to let go of him.

I was panting, my head tilting back, mouth open like I could breathe him in. Every nerve felt lit from the inside, my thighs trembling against his shoulders. He groaned against me, and the vibration nearly broke me. My back arched, my toes curled, and I could barely remember what my name was.

The pressure was built and built, tightening in my stomach until it was unbearable. I was falling, climbing, drowning.

When it hit, it was blinding. My back arched so hard I thought I’d snap in two, my hips pressing into his mouth as the pleasure tore through me in sharp, relentless waves. My cry filled the room, shaking, breaking, until all that was left was the sound of my own ragged breathing and the feel of his mouth still on me, coaxing every last tremor until I was boneless beneath him.

THEO’S POV.

I have had my experiences in life. Okay, no, my sexual life is a world of imagination for others. I've had sex for the fun of it, and once I came, I didn't care about the woman's satisfaction. But for the first time in my life, I'm in desperate need of seeing a woman enjoy what it means to be in my bed. Well, not my bed, but within my space.

The moment her eyes found mine, I knew she still wanted me, no, needed me, and God, I was already halfway gone. Her lips were swollen, her chest still rising too fast, her skin flushed. But I was just getting started.

I trailed my lips down her jaw, slowly letting my breath hit her skin before my mouth followed. Her head tilted back instantly, exposing her neck. Christ. My teeth grazed over her pulse, and I felt her tremble.

I kept going, past her collarbone, down the slope of her chest, until my mouth hovered over the swell of her breasts. I could feel the sharp hitch of her breath. Then, my tongue dragged over her through the thin fabric. The way she gasped… I wanted to hear it again. And again.

My hand tightened at her hip, keeping her still while my mouth explored her slowly. She arched toward me, lips pressed together like she was trying to swallow every sound, but when I closed my mouth over her and gave the faintest pressure, she broke, her gasp sharp and unguarded, her fingers fisting in my hair.

I shifted, pushing her back into the couch. She gave way under my hands, sinking into the cushions, but I hadn't even begun. My palms slid down her sides, over her hips, past her thighs, until I was kneeling between her legs.

She looked at me then, eyes wide, lips parted. The sight nearly undid me.

I hooked my hand behind her knee, lifting her leg until it rested over my shoulder

And then I leaned in.

The second my mouth touched her, her hips jerked. I gripped her thigh tighter, holding her against me, while her back arched and her fingers tangled in my hair like she’d fall apart. The first taste of her hit my tongue, and I swear I could live off it.

Every flick, every circle, every press of my mouth drew something different from her. A gasp, a shiver, a tightening of her legs around my shoulders. When her nails dug into the couch with one hand and refused to let go of me with the other, I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.

She tilted her head back, chest rising and falling fast, lips open. I groaned into her, and the sound made her whole body jolt the vibration, pushing her even closer to that edge.

I could feel the build in her, the way her thighs trembled, the way her hips pressed harder into me, the way her breaths turned to uneven, desperate sounds. She was gone, and I was taking her with me.

When she finally broke, it was everything. Her back arched so hard she nearly came off the couch, her cry tearing through the room, her hips pushing into my mouth as wave after wave rolled through her. I didn’t stop. I didn't stop, I kept drawing out every last pulse, every shiver, until she collapsed against the cushions, boneless and wrecked.

And I wasn’t even close to finished with her.