Chapter 35 Ultimate pleasure
Veronica's POV:
I assumed that Theo was done... when I felt his shudder, but even after that he began to move again, slow and deliberate... as if he hadn't just poured everything into me.
How was he even doing this? Most men would collapse after that kind of release... but Theo was building me up again from the start, all while his green eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger, still was love in the way he looked at me. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscles there, feeling the heat of his skin under my palms.
The desk edge was biting on me, but I barely noticed; all I could focus on was the way he filled me over and over, stretching me anew each time he bottomed out.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and was trickling down his temple... but his breathing stayed even. He almost looked like he was meditating... as if this 'love-making' was just another form of yoga for him.
Twenty minutes?! It had to be more than that by now... but he showed no signs of tiring down. His hands gripped my thighs, holding them spread wide as he drove deeper... he was nudging that spot inside me that sent sparks racing up my spine. He was just too good!
"What was Theo even made of?!" The thought echoed in my mind as another wave of pleasure built in me, slower this time, but was already coiling tight in my core.
I decided to lose myself in the sensations for a while. I felt him hit deeper this time... and my breasts heaved against his chest, aching for his touch. He obliged without a word, one hand sliding up to fondle me... while his mouth latching onto my exposed skin. He sucked hard on my nipple, teeth grazing the peak, and I arched into him, a moan tearing from my throat.
He was gentle but relentless... didn't put too much pressure on my body, but handled me with a stamina that bordered on superhuman.
I hooked my ankles behind him again, pulling him closer, hoping that this would trigger him to go fast... but he skillfully controlled the pace, withdrawing almost fully before plunging back in, making me feel empty and then overwhelmingly full. Even when I tried to collapse him, he just refused to give up his rhythmic control, performing like he was actually making an art out of this.
"How? Are you even... doing this..." I gasped, the word slipping out as he thrust deep, hitting that perfect angle that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I was riding the edge again, toes starting to curl against his back, the tension winding tighter in me.
Theo leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath fell hot on me. He whispered lowly which was vibrating through me like a caress. "It is because I conserve energy as much as I can... I am a yogi... remember..."
The way he said that, in a 'sweet-lover boy' type tone, it just made me shiver down my spine, and as his tongue flicked my earlobe, he was also grinding his hips in a way—as if he was emphasizing every syllable he'd whispered in my ear.
He was now throbbing inside me, and I clenched around him, drawing a soft groan from his throat.
He nipped at my neck, then whispered again, closer, this time, his faint stubble was scraping my skin. "We are the best kind of lovers... we know how to give the ultimate pleasure."
God... that did it. His words, combined with the way he angled his thrusts—deeper, harder, but always precise—pushed me higher. My toes curled fully now, calves flexing as I locked him in place, my body surrendering to the rising pleasure.
He was speeding up now, his free hand slipping between us to circle me, causing his fingers to get slick with our combined juices... as he rubbed in tight patterns that amplified everything, making me to shatter with the pressure.
I cried out, head falling back against the wall... and I felt him tense, his second release building fast. He buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came again. But even then, he held me through it, his arms wrapping around my waist, supporting my trembling form as I was finding my bliss.
We stayed like that, connected, breaths syncing, with eyes locked. I noticed how he maintained eye contact throughout the act, as much as possible, which only intensified what I felt for him.
"You were so good," I smiled weakly.
"I know," his forehead pressed to mine, and he chuckled deeply, that made my heart skip a beat for him.
We spent the rest of the evening talking and occasionally kissing, as he told me how exactly he was maintaining his body to do that kind of intense act. He explanted to me how he had hacked his body to do remarkable things that average human beings could never do.
And I couldn't help but gasp at the way he said it.
"You know BDSM and stuff," he chuckled. "Those are for the noobs who can't last longer... energy is the real deal. Kama Sutra, the Indian book of lovemaking, teaches us that the more we conserve, the much better the act is. And that is why I never have hookups!"
I wasn't even surprised to hear that!
"But how many girls have you slept with before?" I asked, out of curiosity.
"Just two! And one of them is you."
The answer surprised me to the core! He had just one of them before me?!
I couldn't help but feel very special. If Theo was this picky, then he must really love me, doesn't it?!
However, I was afraid to ask him about that. And more afraid to know his answer.
But I couldn't lie, every part of me was screaming at me that he should be my 'endgame.