Chapter 8: Steam Rises

The kiss caught her by surprise, but not enough to stop it. As her mouth opened to him, Leigh Anne felt his tongue dance along with her own. Her eyes fluttered closed as his large hand pressed securely, yet gently, upon her chest. She gasped as her heart rate sped up. This instant euphoria frightened her, but not enough to tell him no.

As Theo’s right hand laced with hers, he raised it over her head. He was no longer lying on her side. He found himself on top of her, his body flush against hers. He felt every bump and valley, every hill and crevice, yet he didn’t seem to be turned off by her evolving body shape. She remembered when Ethan stopped touching her because of her condition, which caused fluctuations in her weight. He would lose patience, especially when she was taking all the hormone therapies to get pregnant.

Just when she was all consumed by him, he stopped. His mouth detached from hers, and his tongue stopped feasting on her. His hands stopped roaming. Her hands froze. She stopped pulling on his curly blond locks. She unlocked her thighs from his waist, yet she continued to pant and catch her breath.

“Are you okay if we get a little carried away?”

She thought it was a bit late for this question. But all she could do was nod her head.

“Leigh Anne, I don’t think you quite get what I’m inferring.” Theo pressed his beating member into her core. She was the inferno; he had the only hose to quell her fire. “I want to taste you...”

The dirty talk wasn’t making her uncomfortable. Oh, it's completely the opposite. She wanted nothing more than to feel the pad of his pink muscle prodding flatly against the mouth of her river.

Leigh Anne bent her knees, easing her boy shorts down over her supple peach. He was grinning as he stared into the glorious wet joy he planned to devour. She could hear Theo growl and moan, which sent shock waves through her as he slurped on the honey she was bestowing upon him. His pure delight that sent vibrations through her body made her cream prematurely. She tried to hold back the screams and moans as Theo slid his hands under her rear, lifting her pelvis closer to his mouth. He was selfish and wanted to hear another set of muffled melodies strumming from his goddess’s vocal cords.

Theo’s orgasm was moments away, without her even touching him. Her reaction alone was pleasurable enough for him. Her voice as she sang did things to him, but her voice as she got off because of his mouth sucking her clit was indescribable.

Sharing  is Caring

Theo didn’t unlatch his mouth until she was satiated. And it was safe to say after five frothy showers, she was well satisfied. Theo smiled up at her. She clutched her chest, hoping the quakes would pass. The flutters of her lips persisted as he wore a goofy grin.

“Are you okay? Was I that bad?” he joked, flinching as she struck the crown of his head.

“You were far from bad.” Her voice was hoarse and dry. Theo sprang into action in more ways than one.

He went into her bathroom, washed up, rinsed his mouth, and returned with a glass of water. After he handed her the glass, he asked her if he could remove his pants. She nodded with a cough, some water spraying back into the cup. The apparent tent in his boxer briefs wanted desperately to be calmed.

He climbed back into her bed, his arms wrapping her in a warm embrace, careful not to hurt her healing shoulder.

“So, may I ask you a personal question?” he asked, knowing nothing was too personal between them anymore.

He couldn’t contain the foolishness of the question, but she allowed it.

“Was I your first since...”

“Since my divorce?” She finished his question for him. Her fingers traced his nipples, scrolling down to the valley between his abs. Her long, well-bitten nails traced the outer walls of his defined abdominal muscles. She froze right at his happy trail. “Yes...”

Theo helped her grip onto his engorged crown. Leigh Anne could feel the wetness of his nectar seeping from the tip. She unsuccessfully hid the fact that she was licking her lips. She was desperate to scratch the itch.

“You want something—I can tell.”

She nodded but kept her head pressed against his heavy-breathing chest. He was anxious and eager to feel her pouty lips wrapped around his thick, long monster. He wanted to watch her as her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him off, making him reach heights he’d never touched with anyone else before. He wanted her to consume him, savor him, draw him into her plumpness, and drown.

“If you want something, tell me or just... t-take it.”

That was her green light, and he knew he was done for. If he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t last long, and he wanted to feel every pull, every blow, every tingle, and every load that rained down her throat. Leigh Anne pounced, nearly tossing the duvet to the ground, but Theo lay her back flat against the mattress and lowered his hips down to her mouth. This wasn’t a position she was used to, but he didn’t want her shoulder to get re-injured. He held himself in his hand, presenting himself to her as she opened her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she flicked the tip, tasting the sweet saltiness of his foam.

As she moaned, demanding more, he slid further down her throat until he bumped the back of her throat. No gag reflex, he thought. I struck a goldmine. She’s beautiful, talented, intelligent, and broken. Leigh Anne Klein was Theo’s wet dream come alive, but worthy of so much more because she was pure.

“Ugh, you’re fucking beautiful and all mine. Fuck me...” he growled. Beads of sweat poured down his brow. His chest glistened as he gripped the headboard.

Leigh Anne missed this intimacy that only people who truly cared for one another shared. Giving Ethan head was her favorite because it was the only time he told her he loved her. She never thought she’d do this with a man again—until Theo invaded her space. After her surgery, he cared for her and showed her she could let one brick fall at a time. This was a way she could show him her gratitude.

He thrusted harder, deeper. Her tongue swirled around the tip, down the shaft, and lapped up under the undercarriage, leaving no ripple, vein, or flesh unsoaked. He pulsed and throbbed, getting ready to drop a hefty load, and she playfully gripped and squeezed his balls.

That was the final blow; he let it go, and she gladly swallowed him whole.

The Glow

Theo didn’t bother putting his shorts back on. He just wanted to hold her, flesh to flesh. It was 4:00 a.m., and they were still basking in their glow when he noticed her acoustic guitar with the long strings flying in wisps in the wind.

“Play something for me.” He was wrapped in her arms, playing with her bare nipples as she strummed her fingers through his curls.

“Now?” She didn’t want to leave his embrace. She felt safe there—it felt like home.

“Yes, now. Please.” Like a teenager, he sucked in one of her nipples and, with a pop, let it go.

She giggled as she wriggled out of his arms and grabbed her guitar. Her breasts chilled against the cool, stained wood.

“What shall I play?” she sheepishly asked.

“Your favorite song...” It would be his favorite now.