Theo’s eyes flick up to mine, dark and unreadable, holding me there as he trails lower—another kiss, another tease. His lips skim the inside of my thigh, and I feel the wicked smirk against my skin when I whimper.

“Already desperate for me, huh?” His voice is pure sin, rough and teasing, laced with amusement. “We’re just getting started, Sweetheart.”

His hands tighten on my thighs, spreading me open, and then he dips his head, his mouth brushing exactly where I need him.

A sharp gasp escapes me, my back arching instinctively, but Theo just hums, like he’s enjoying the way I react to him. Like he’s testing what makes me fall apart.

His tongue flicks out—just once, just enough to make me tremble.

“Theo—”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, lips dragging over my inner thigh. “Just lay back and take it. Let me make you feel good.”

And then he gets to work.

It’s slow at first—his mouth, his tongue, teasing, tasting. He drags it through my slick folds, exhaling a soft groan like he’s savoring me.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

I barely have time to process the words before he devours me.

His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing, then sucks, and I break, gasping his name, fingers tangling in the sheets.

Theo groans against me, gripping my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he feasts on me like he can’t get enough.

My head tips back, my body trembling, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.

“Theo—”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, lips brushing sensitive, swollen skin. “I want to take my time with you.”

But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets more aggressive about it, switching between long, teasing strokes and tight, purposeful flicks.

I’m already teetering on the edge when he slides a finger inside me, slow, stretching me open.

Then another.

His pace is lazy, dragging them out before pressing back in, curling just right.

My legs start to shake.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps. “Come for me, Sweetheart. Let go.”

His words wreck me. My body tenses, and then I’m falling, pleasure crashing through me in waves.

Theo groans against me, fucking me through it with his mouth and fingers, drawing it out until I’m gasping, squirming—until I’m so sensitive I can’t take it anymore.

But Theo?

He isn’t done.

Finally, he pulls back, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes as he slides his fingers from between my legs—slow and deliberate like he wants me to feel it.

I’m still trembling when he lifts them to his mouth.

And then—he licks them clean.

A low moan slips past his lips, and he shoots me a devilish grin, looking so satisfied, so smug, like he’s proud of himself.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. “That was two.”

He shifts, climbing up my body, caging me in beneath him, his cock pressing heavy against my thigh.