My teeth sank into my bottom lip, a mix of a sigh and a groan filling my throat, and instead of speaking, I nodded. But I wanted to shout yes to the rooftops repeatedly.

Pleased with my response, Theo flashed a crooked smile, and his body started to lower, trailing down, damp kisses dropping on my skin. He took my bathing suit down with him, lifting my hips with ease and sliding the one-piece down my legs.

I was completely naked before him when the suit was gone. He looked me over, studying the pink opening between my thighs. He observed it for a while, and I realized he’d never seen me in the light, so up close and personal with nothing to hold him back.

No time to limit us.

No one to bother.

He liked what he saw.

I may have purposely shaved for him the night before, knowing what was in store for later.

I could tell he didn’t want to look away. See, the thing I knew about Theo was that he was good at this. I was sure he’d done this hundreds of times, but I had no clue what to expect. In a way, he was my professor and I was his student, eager and ready to learn. He was teaching me everything I needed to know, teaching me things about my body that I didn’t even know I would be capable of.

Spreading my legs apart, Theo brought me to the edge of the sofa. His knees hit the floor and he bent over in front of me, head between my knees. A soft kiss was placed on my pubic bone. I shuddered, feeling his warm breath slither through the damp opening.

He looked up, brown eyes focusing on me. Then, one of his thick fingers slid in, diving deep. A sharp breath passed by my parted lips, and I adjusted my hips, moving closer to his face. He didn’t budge. He fingered deeper, producing soft moans.

I swallowed hard, shutting my eyes, seizing each feel so I could remember later on.

“Don’t look away from me, Chloe,” Theo commanded, eyes trained on me as he shifted. “I need you to look at me while I taste you—while I eat this glorious, wet pussy like it’s my only meal of the day. Can you do that?” I nodded, my eyes popping open again. “Answer me, baby. Speak.” His voice still held an edge of demand. “You know I love hearing you.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

His finger came out and ran up to my clit. He pressed on it, and I bucked a little. He chuckled. “I’ve been dying to taste this sweet pussy for years, you know that?” His question was rhetorical. With hungry, fierce eyes, Theo watched me as I writhed around two fingers now. His nose ran up my thigh, and when he adjusted himself, his nostrils flared. “I hate stalling.”

And then he devoured, his tongue pressing on my delicate nub. He circled it with no manners at all, fingers driving deeper, curling just enough for me to feel him inside and out.

“Oh my god,” I cried. I could surely feel him. His satin-like tongue ran over my clit, his thick fingers running in and out, producing moisture, tampering with my g-spot. His eyes never left mine, and I feared looking away. I knew he’d stop if I did.

So I watched him—watched as his mouth sealed around my clit and his elbow moved forward and backwards. He tunneled to my core, my mind on the edge of a cliff. I was about to tip over and land in hot lava, and Theo was right behind me, pushing me right over that cliff, sparking every single fiber within me.

I shuddered as I let out a cry, and since I was no longer able to control myself, I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing, “Theo, Theo… oh, God, Theo!” as his mouth lingered.

He groaned in response but refused to pull away even though I’d cum recklessly, my essences all over his mouth and chin. Gradually, his fingers drew out, and after providing another kiss to my sacred area, right between the lips, he pressed his palm to my thigh, running his tongue across his mouth.

He licked away the remainder of my sweet nectar, eyes intense. And then he stood, and before me was the longest, thickest erection I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t quite sure when he’d gotten rid of his briefs, but it didn’t matter. His cock pointed right at me, as if it had chosen me itself, demanding me to come forth and accept him.

Using his right hand, Theo stroked the hard flesh between his legs, moving closer. “Damn, baby,” he murmured, his left hand going to the back of my head. “You came so hard for me.” He palmed the back of my head, but there was no need. I wanted to taste him. Swallow every last inch of him, along with the hot liquid that would soon follow.

I pressed my palms to his waist, my face moving forward. Dropping my chin, lips parted, I ran my tongue from the head to his shaft, and he stiffened. When I glanced up, his nostrils were red from flaring. His head went into a slight angle, and he brought my head forward again, leaving me no choice but to take his entire cock into my mouth.

“This isn’t just about pleasing me,” Theo told me. “Play with yourself. Show me what you like.”

I paused, drawing back. “I’ve… never actually done that in front of anyone before.”

He leaned down, and with a deep, core-clenching rumble next to my ear, he said, “Let me be your first again.”

I blinked as he stood up straight. This was new, very new, but with him I wanted to be brave. I wanted him to know I wasn’t just some little girl with no skill. I wanted to experience it all with him, learn new things, and figure out exactly what it was that pleased both him and myself.

So, I dropped to my knees, and Theo moved back half an inch, watching as my finger came to my sex. Wrapping my lips around his smooth tip, I thrust my finger in deep and then brought it out again while drawing him further into my mouth. His hardened flesh touched the back of my throat, and I gagged. He palmed the back of my head again, refusing for me to move away.

“You look good gagging around my cock, baby.” He stroked deeper, and I gagged once more before he eased up, smirking down at me. Those brown eyes were hard to ignore. So demanding and full of lust and need.

His hips swiveled. I moaned as salty liquid crept down my throat. I worked hard, fingering myself and bringing my other hand up to stroke and suck at the same time. He was pleased to see this. He released the back of my head, and his fell back, a sigh tunneling out of him as I pumped rapidly, the sucking so loud it created a wet noise.

I listened to waves crash outside the boat, remembering just where we were and that nothing could interrupt us.

It was me and Theo.

Fucking and sucking.

Moaning and groaning.

Getting however much we wanted out of each other without the fear of reality cutting through.

Knowing this, I came around my finger again. I made a noise around his cock, one that hummed and garbled, and he looked down at me. I felt him get harder, and knew right away that he was about to cum, but he yanked out of my mouth, gripped my wrist to bring me to a stand, and then bent me over the sofa. My ass was pointed in the air, face down, and he was behind me, his massive cock sliding in from behind.

My sex showed no resistance to this beautiful man’s member. My girl accepted him, knowing he’d been there before. Knowing his cock was the one that made her become a woman.

Theo sighed and then moaned as he slammed, grasping my thin waist and pounding.

Pounding.

Pounding.

“This. Fucking. Pussy,” he growled. I could hear him reaching his brink. “Is. So. Fucking. Good.” He couldn’t hold off much longer, no matter how much he wanted to keep going in order to please me.

He let out a gratified roar, squeezing my waist tighter as I squealed. His hands went to my thick hair, gripping tight and tugging back. My eyes shot up to the ceiling, and I hadn’t realized before that there was a mirror above us.

My word. I could see everything. His hard body behind me, owning every limb, dominating with every inch stroking in and out. Watching us go at it like this sent heat traveling through me. I felt all of him. I saw how focused he was, his attention fixed on the back of my head. His face, as well as mine, oozed with ultimate, undeniable pleasure. His mouth hung open, and he went deeper each time, as if he couldn’t get deep enough.