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Lucy swore she hadn’t been looking for Theo…quite the opposite in fact. It was true that the sex life she now shared with her husband wasn’t exactly thrilling, the mild flicker of attraction they’d once had being almost entirely extinguished when she had become pregnant with their son. But she was resigned to her lot, for her husband had given her something infinitely more precious: the true love of her life, her four-year-old son. Some time ago, she had arrived at the decision that, for that little boy’s happiness, she would willingly sacrifice her own. Of course, a red-blooded woman still needed an emotional and sexual outlet and Lucy achieved that through being a published author of erotic fiction. But nobody else in the world knew that secret, not even her husband, largely because Lucy worked extremely hard to maintain an impenetrable barrier between her real life and her writing pseudonym.

Theo had initially contacted Lucy via email nearly a year earlier, having read one of her online stories. She remembered those early conversations with great fondness, as an idea that they might jointly write a book together began to take shape. It had been Theo’s very deliberately considered suggestion that the development of their own online relationship could form the plot of the story. Lucy didn’t see this as an issue at the time, given that she planned to maintain her anonymity. Plus over three thousand miles lay between the two of them; Theo was based in Canada whilst she lived in England. But from that point forward, the boundaries of their initially professional relationship began to be broken down as they communicated with utter honesty, each sharing their own sexual quirks, kinks and desires and then funnelling them into an erotic story where they were the two main protagonists.

Soon, the thin veil of pretending that their relationship was anything even approaching innocent quickly fell away, to leave a couple of strangers who became extremely well versed in the art of turning each other on. Their online conversations were intimate and sexual, yet seemed borne out of a genuine friendship and affection for each other. For Lucy, she was interacting with a guy in a way that she’d always hoped was possible, yet never before experienced. They could be erotic and sensual one moment and doubled up laughing the next. Theo also described sex in a way that she had never before known but always hoped it could be. The heady, halcyon hours she spent communicating with him fast became the highlight of her otherwise relatively lonely, isolated existence. Put simply, he was showing her the dream of a different life and slowly she allowed her barriers to withdraw.

Of course, they had fantasised about one day meeting, without ever really believing it would actually happen. And then, one day in April, an unexpected opportunity fell into their laps. Theo had been in contact with a mate of his who was a publishing agent. Incredibly, there had been significant interest in their story and the agency wished to fly both Lucy and Theo out to San Fransisco, in order to discuss potential options. Barely able to believe she would be meeting Theo in the flesh, at long last, Lucy was a mass of nerves up to the day she flew out of London Gatwick. However, on that long flight over, she gave herself a very strict talking to. Ultimately, she was a pragmatist and so knew that reality could never match up to the incredible fantasy of Theo that had developed in her mind. How could it possibly?

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The following morning, Lucy woke feeling bleary-eyed and jetlagged, her sleep patterns unsettled by the long journey and significant time change. Her immediate thought was for her son and what he would likely be doing now, eight hours ahead of her. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, flashes from the previous evening fluttered through her mind. She had arrived into San Fransisco International Airport late the previous night, experiencing a lengthy wait to clear Immigration. Despite this, excitement flooded her body, not just at the thought of finally meeting Theo, but also visiting a fantastic city she had never had the opportunity to explore.

Despite the hotel bed being extremely comfortable, Lucy found herself unable to be coaxed back to sleep and as a result, was one of the first diners in the restaurant for breakfast that morning. Flicking lethargically through USA Today, she nibbled on a plain croissant accompanied by a strong black coffee and tried to ignore the way her stomach had started to swoop with nerves as the moment her virtual relationship with Theo drew ever closer to reality.

The purpose of their trip to San Fransisco was to meet with three publishing houses, all of which were potentially interested in buying the manuscript. The literary agent Theo had been in touch with had organised everything, including putting them up in the most luxurious hotel Lucy had ever set foot in. She felt like a movie star, albeit without exhibiting any of the requisite sophistication, personality or style. At that moment, her phone buzzed to inform her she had received a text, breaking her out of her reverie.

“L. So sorry but flights were screwed. Only just landed. Going straight to office. Can’t wait to meet you at last. T x”

As her stomach finally descended into freefall, Lucy pushed her half-eaten breakfast away from her, unable to face another mouthful. At last, they were in the same city. Soon they would be in the same room. The thought made Lucy physically shudder as she wondered how she could possibly manage to hold herself together. Clearly, the strict talking to that she’d previously given herself hadn’t had the desired effect. Standing up quickly, she made her way back to the tranquillity of her own room, desperately searching for suitable distraction techniques in order to quell her rapidly beating heart. Deep breathing, followed by a phone call to her delightful son sufficed and before she knew it, it was time.

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Almost overwhelmed with a combination of excitement and nerves, Lucy made her way out of the hotel to the offices, which were located just around the block. Although the walk was a short one, it allowed Lucy to temporarily centre herself. The warmth of the day hit her as soon as she left the air-conditioned hotel and she felt surprisingly tranquil as she strolled through the busy street, blossom gently falling from the surrounding trees.

As she walked, Lucy remembered back to the horror of realising Theo had first sent her an image of himself. At the time, she was afraid it would break the fantasy of him because just knowing his mind had been enough. Over time, she had become familiar with his looks, his voice, his incredible personality. It felt as though they were at a similar junction again now. They were just about to meet and Lucy’s previous concerns bubbled to the surface. How would she feel if she wasn’t attracted to him and the spell was immediately broken? It was almost as though there was a series of gateways to pass through. She had happily accepted everything about Theo so far, but physically meeting would be the crux of the matter, with multiple opportunities to turn her off him; his smell, his touch, mannerisms such as effeminate hand movements; the list was endless. Pushing all of that out of her mind, she reminded herself that whatever happened, he was still her incredible friend.

Having located the correct building and been greeted by Ross, their host, Lucy found herself being escorted up to the thirtieth floor, accompanied by a mega-swarm of butterflies which were rampaging through her body. As the meeting room door was opened and she stepped over the threshold on shaking legs, Lucy was completely oblivious to the numerous people in the room, or the incredible views of downtown San Fransisco which surrounded her. Instead, she only had eyes for one man. One of the closest friends she had ever known, yet bizarrely had never met before today. Dressed in a casual shirt and trousers and looking more delectable in real life than she could have imagined, she seemed only capable of staring in disbelief.

As a seated Theo slowly turned to face her and her blue eyes met his cheeky brown ones, Lucy flung out an arm to maintain her balance. Fuck. Her worries that she wouldn’t be attracted to him were suddenly laughable. Oblivious to the rest of the world, she watched as Theo slowly rose gracefully from his chair, all the while maintaining eye contact, drinking each other in.

‘Would you excuse us for a short while, please, Ross?’ he asked in a level voice, shooting a brief glance towards his acquaintance. ‘There’s something Lucy and I need to discuss before we can take this meeting.’

‘Of course,’ replied Ross amiably. ‘Let’s all meet back here in half an hour?’ Nodding in agreement, Theo made his way around the table to Lucy in an assured way. Holding open the door, he invited her to leave the room ahead of him, as she stared up at him in disbelief. Without speaking, she followed Theo down a long corridor, marvelling at his unexpected height, lithe body and what looked like well-muscled thighs beneath his trousers, which she was finding it impossible to stop staring at. Although they had never met before today, Lucy was entirely aware that the man walking in front of her knew every sexual fantasy she’d ever had. And he wanted to deliver them. She found the thought immensely exhilarating and completely terrifying in equal measure.

Finding an empty room, Theo flicked the lock on the door behind them. Lucy looked up at him curiously, questioning his action, as he strode towards her. Backing up against a wall, her mouth slightly agape, she felt unable to think clearly, completely unaware that she was holding her breath, slowly suffocating in delicious anticipation. She simply seemed to freeze. As his powerful body moved ever closer to hers, an all too familiar surge of arousal exploded within her abdomen whilst a formidable pulse continued to ricochet around her body.

With wide eyes, she watched his long, dexterous fingers travel towards her face. Lucy found she couldn’t stop staring at them as a suppressed shiver shot down her spine. She remembered, in glorious technicolour, the descriptions he had previously shared, detailing the way he wanted to tease her body and the sensations his touch would evoke. The images in her mind became mixed with flashes of the clips she had watched, where those same agile fingers had so effortlessly played the guitar with such passion and brilliance. Having studied those videos, she knew he would touch her the way she needed to be touched; lightly, teasingly. She knew he’d instinctively get her. You couldn’t make a guitar sing that way without a sure, careful, thoughtful, empathetic yet confident touch. Theo’s hand gently curled around the shape of her jaw, nudging her long hair which was hanging down, holding back from touching her skin until Lucy felt she would explode with desire. When his fingers finally made gentle contact with her face, the weight of her shaking body fell heavily against the wall behind her as complete sensory overload took over.

Lucy’s eyes slid closed as Theo simultaneously dropped his mouth towards hers, whilst his hand eased Lucy’s face towards his. Their lips were so close now, almost but not quite touching, breathing softly into each other’s mouths. Every inch of Lucy’s skin tingled with overwhelming anticipation as she inhaled the warm, deeply sexy aroma of his aftershave and the cool, minty taste of his breath. When their lips finally brushed against each other, Lucy heard a strange, entirely unexpected sound emitted from deep within the base of her own throat; a cross between a cry and a growl which conjured up a premonition of intense longing and hot, sticky, clawing, desperately wild sex.

Initially, their kiss was nothing like they had previously described to each other; Lucy had always anticipated white-hot fireworks, but she hadn’t expected them to be coupled with almost unbearable tenderness as they tentatively explored each other’s mouths in wonder. Slowly, their trembling lips and bodies melded together like butter, sinking willingly into the blissful sensations that began to overwhelm them. As their kiss deepened, Lucy felt the vibration of a low, muted moan from Theo’s throat which set her body on fire with longing. Their bodies naturally wrapped around each other, pressing together, the presence of his rapidly engorging cock quickly becoming obvious. Lucy wasn’t too proud to admit when she was wrong and she’d been wrong about this; he was already living up to her fantasy…and then some.

As their kiss developed, Theo’s hands never stopped stroking and caressing her face and hair, but never once dropped below her neckline. Lucy, on the other hand, was enjoying thoroughly exploring this man’s incredible body, drowning in his broad shoulders, smooth back and well-muscled ass. Theo’s body felt unfamiliar and exciting; lithe, athletic, stronger and much more physical than her husband’s. Her husband? She immediately pushed that thought firmly from her mind, intent on enjoying this incredible moment and refusing to allow guilt to materialise. At length, their lips eventually parted, although they continued to hold each other close whilst trying to control their heavy breathing.

‘Fuck,’ gasped Lucy.

‘Yeah,’ agreed Theo. ‘I told you we’d be incredible together.’

‘So, what is it we needed to discuss?’ croaked Lucy after a long silence.

‘Don’t be such a dick. It was an excuse to get you all to myself.’

‘Oh.’ She couldn’t help it. His Canadian accent, right up close, was turning her on even further. There wasn’t anything about this guy which reduced her desire for him.

‘Besides, we don’t have anything to discuss, do we? I know exactly what’s in your head, and you know what’s in mine. Don’t you?’

‘I guess.’

‘No guessing about it, sweetheart,’ grinned Theo wickedly, causing a further explosion of lust in Lucy’s body. ‘Now, we’d better get back. And remember, if we don’t like what anybody proposes over the next few days, we can just walk away and self-publish. Right?’

‘Okay, but we’ve got plenty of time before the meeting,’ complained Lucy, stroking her hand across his hip and trying to pull him back towards her.

‘Except we’ve just used up twenty-five minutes of that time snogging,’ chuckled Theo, glancing at his watch.

‘What?’ asked a disbelieving Lucy.

‘Yep,’ grinned Theo. ‘When was the last time you did that?’

‘Never,’ sighed Lucy.

Smiling down at her, he affectionately observed a panting Lucy with dilated pupils, a flushed face, mussed hair and lips swollen from so much kissing.

‘You’d better go and make yourself look respectable, Sweetheart. You’ve got five minutes to compose yourself.’

‘I’ll try,’ confirmed Lucy.

‘And while you’re at it,’ Theo added as an afterthought. ‘Clear your mind of all those dirty thoughts currently racing around it.’

‘I’ll have you know,’ countered Lucy, in the most prim and proper voice she could muster, ‘That all my thoughts are relatively clean.’

‘Uh-huh,’ he smirked, raising an eyebrow. ‘I bet they are. Now, give me a minute, will you? I’ve got to will away my hard-on. And I’m not going to manage it with you here.’

‘Mmmm,’ replied Lucy, moving her hips lightly against his.

‘That’s not helping,’ Theo complained with a pained groan, purposefully taking a step away from her. ‘Clean thoughts, huh?’

‘Of course, there are other methods to make it go away,’ teased Lucy, thoroughly enjoying her unexpected moment of one-upmanship.

‘There are,’ agreed Theo, directly meeting her gaze. ‘And very soon, I hope to be partaking in all of them with you.’ Grinning at the swift intake of breath Lucy took as her smile slid slowly from her face, he continued. ‘But for now, fuck off and stop teasing me. Shitface.’

‘Knob-end,’ replied Lucy, leaving the room and blowing him a kiss from the doorway.

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Despite their late start and two of the participants looking decidedly flushed, the meeting ran successfully. The literary agents had clearly done their homework, providing a very polished presentation. They described how, over the next few days, with representation from the agency, Lucy and Theo would be accompanied to the offices of three major publishers, in order to drum up interest in their story. Lucy realised there was clearly more to their presentation than that but Theo’s presence, coupled with jetlag, ensured she didn’t absorb much of the finer detail. She was thoroughly enjoying watching the man in action, increasingly impressed the more she saw of him. Taking control of the meeting, he managed to ask all the questions she would have, had she not been so overwhelmed.

Lucy also found herself uber-aware of every movement he made, every breath he took, every confident glance he sent in her direction to confirm that she was content with what was being said. She knew his thought processes so well but marrying them up to the facial expressions and body language which accompanied them was much more of a challenge. By the end of the meeting, the number of eye meets and sexy smirks being sent between the two of them across that boardroom table was becoming somewhat ridiculous.

‘Well, that concludes our presentation,’ explained one of the agency staff. ‘Unless you have any further questions?’

‘Not from me, thank you,’ replied Theo, shaking his head, clearly as keen to be alone with Lucy as she was him.

‘Before we finish,’ interrupted Ross, a curious expression on his face. ‘Can I ask you both a question please?’

‘Sure,’ agreed Lucy, concentrating hard on his face, so as not to be further distracted by Theo’s raw sexuality which was taunting her from across the room.

‘The storyline…it’s not autobiographical is it?’

Lucy shook her head with a resounding ‘No’, just as Theo answered the exact opposite, confirming Ross’s suspicions.

‘Seriously? It’s about you two?’ asked Ross, as the other meeting attendees chuckled at the look on Theo’s face, almost daring Lucy to try and lie.

‘Perhaps, partially,’ conceded a blushing Lucy.

‘Wow, okay,’ grinned Ross. ‘Thanks. No more questions from me.’

‘Thank goodness,’ giggled Lucy, her face in her hands. Eventually, she looked up to see Theo’s expression. Immediately she wished she hadn’t; the scorching look he sent her could have stripped varnish from wood.

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‘In the meeting, you tried to lie,’ grinned Theo, as a waiter placed a napkin across his lap. They had retired to their hotel across the road, straight after the meeting, for an early lunch. ‘You look cute when you lie but you really suck at it.’

‘I know,’ nodded Lucy. ‘I worked out very early on in life just to tell the truth; for a start, it’s so much easier to remember one single version of a story.’

‘So why not just tell the truth in there?’ he asked.

‘Because the subject was deeply personal…and they’re strangers.’

‘Shit for brains!’ smiled Theo affectionately.

‘Charming!’ countered Lucy. ‘Wanker,’ she added as an afterthought.

‘Fair,’ shrugged Theo. ‘Accurate, in fact.’

‘Fine. Limp dick!’

‘Less accurate,’ he murmured, shuffling uncomfortably as a waiter approached their table.

‘So,’ said Theo, once their lunch orders had been taken. ‘Your inability to lie?’

‘Ye-ees,’ replied Lucy, slightly concerned as to where this was heading.

‘We could have some fun with that,’ he observed, narrowing his eyes.

‘No. We really couldn’t.’

‘Let’s just put it to the test,’ he suggested, lowering his voice slightly. ‘First question…Now you’ve met me, do you still want to fuck me?’ Unable to answer, Lucy simply blushed and bit her lip as a strange croaking noise ricocheted around her throat.

‘See,’ Theo laughed. ‘You’re completely transparent.’

‘I’m not,’ complained Lucy.

‘Yes, you are, Sweetheart. Shall I try another question?’ he asked with a raised eyebrow.

‘Well…I…no.’

‘Do you want to fuck me even more now you’ve met me?’ he asked, running a hand across his jawline. He smiled as Lucy’s eyes opened wider but she said nothing. ‘More, huh? You’re doing wonders for my ego.’

‘I didn’t say anything!’

‘You didn’t need to.’

‘For fuck’s sake!’ complained Lucy. ‘I’m feeling very under pressure.’

‘Fight back then,’ grinned Theo. ‘Unless you prefer to be submissive?’

‘I…well…surely…’ stumbled Lucy. She didn’t think she’d ever been so grateful to see the arrival of the first course, which prevented her from having to concoct a response.

Theo was kind enough to allow Lucy to relax and enjoy their delicious lunch. It wasn’t until a sublime chocolate mousse was placed in front of each of them, that he clearly felt it was time to propel Lucy out of her comfort zone once again.

‘In the meeting,’ began Theo, as Lucy’s eyes closed in ecstasy with her first mouthful of dessert. ‘You seemed happy about the idea of potentially writing a series of books together?’

‘I was surprised it was mentioned, given we haven’t had any interest in our first book yet,’ explained Lucy.

‘It’s certainly fairly standard practice in the music industry,’ explained Theo. ‘If you get signed up, they tend to request an option on future work.’

‘Right,’ sighed Lucy.

‘Besides, we’ve got plenty more stories in us, haven’t we?’ he asked, reaching across the table for her hand. ‘I reckon we could have hundreds.’ With her heart racing, Lucy nodded in agreement, as waves of pleasure darted around her body from his gently stroking fingers.

‘Thank you for handling the meeting today,’ she mumbled eventually. ‘I zoned out a bit.’

‘Imagining what you wanted me to do to your body once we were alone, huh?’ grinned Theo wickedly.

‘No! Definitely not!’ she squeaked, protesting way too much, even to her ears.

‘Yes,’ he nodded seriously. ‘Remember, I know you, Lucy. I know your every secret desire, every fantasy. What turns you on. What turns you off. What you think, feel and need. And whilst we’re here together, I intend to use all of the intimate knowledge I’ve built up over the last year and unleash it against you in the most intense and immoral way you can imagine.’

‘Fuck,’ sighed Lucy, looking at him imploringly as though suggesting he shouldn’t say such things to her.

‘I so want your panties. They’re wet, aren’t they?’ growled Theo across the table, every one of his glances seemingly caressing her eager body. The answer was “Yes, ridiculously so”, but unable to voice those words out loud, a flushing Lucy merely nodded almost imperceptibly. Across the table, he reminded her of an apex predator. One of the big cats, perhaps; stealthy, intimidating, dangerous, revered.

‘Fuck's sake. That makes me so hot. Show me,’ he demanded, nodding down at her lap. In her mind, Lucy had been visualising the development of their relationship as a game of cross-continental chess. They seem to have reached a stage in the game whereby the few chess pieces she still had in play were huddled into a small, ineffectual group, actively contemplating capitulation. As though under a powerful spell, Lucy glanced around at the other diners in the restaurant before subtly curling her fingers up under her skirt and shuffling her panties down her legs. Aware of how naughty she was being, Lucy couldn’t help but smile shyly, as she passed her clothing under the table and into his waiting hand. Hidden within his fist, Theo slowly brought the sodden material up to his face, his eyes closing in an unconcealed state of bliss.

Lucy stared at his every action in wide-eyed astonished, her mouth slack. From the very depths of his throat sounded a deep, long, low rumble which lifted the hairs on the back of her neck and shot a low-voltage pulse straight through each of her vertebrae in turn. Involuntarily, she swept her tongue across her dry lips as Theo pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly.

‘Let’s go,’ he instructed, pocketing the evidence, his dark brown eyes sparkling with desire.

‘Okay,’ Lucy replied cautiously, smoothing down her skirt carefully, very self-conscious of the fact that she now had no underwear on. As she slowly rose from the table onto shaking legs, Theo leant in towards her.

‘You taste incredible,’ he murmured. ‘Just like I always knew you would.’

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The hotel lobby was buzzing with activity as Lucy scuttled along behind Theo and followed him into a waiting elevator. Inhibited by the presence of numerous other people in the confined space, they said nothing. With soaring heart rates, they simply allowed their eyes to bore into each other. As they rose and passengers began to exit, Theo took a step closer to Lucy, wrapped his fingers around her trailing hand and stroked very gently across the centre of her highly sensitive palm. With a sharp intake of breath, a wide-eyed Lucy pulled her hand swiftly out of his reach whilst heat began to flood her lower abdomen. Theo shot her a swift grin, apparently delighted that an innocuous touch should have such a significant impact. Her highly responsive body would undoubtedly go into meltdown once he changed up gears.

‘This is my floor,’ murmured Theo as the elevator ground to a halt. ‘Shall we?’ Entirely unable to find the words, Lucy nodded in slight disbelief as, without touching each other, they made their way to his room. As Theo purposefully placed the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door, and closed it behind them with a flick of the lock, Lucy felt her body physically shudder with anticipation.

‘I’m really not sure I can do this,’ she whimpered, as Theo stood directly in front of her. She was overwhelmed by his proximity now; the barely contained energy of him.

‘Well, I can’t not do this,’ he sighed into Lucy’s hair, as he brought one hand up to the side of her face and stroked her cheek gently.

‘I’m terrified,’ she admitted, her shaking body affirming her claim.

‘I’ll look after you, Sweetheart,’ he groaned, as his lips dropped down to her collar bone. ‘You know I will.’

The sensation of Theo’s soft lips on her skin seemed to fill her with unexpected strength. With a deep groan, Lucy’s arms automatically snaked around his neck, forcing her painfully hardened nipples to rest against his chest. As their bodies pressed together and they began to gently move against each other, Lucy immediately became aware of his swollen cock between their layers of clothing. A rush of heat sped across her body as she felt liquid pooling rapidly between her legs. Meanwhile, his hands were stroking up and down her arms; unbearably slowly. She wanted more. She needed more. As though following her unspoken command, his hands began to stray, exploring the contours of her body whilst a loud pulse filled her eardrums, blocking out all other sound. When his strong hands dipped down and traced their way across her ass, Lucy felt her body leap with a combination of shock and desire.

‘You’re much more forward than you were at the office,’ yelped Lucy.

‘Of course,’ agreed Theo, piercing her with a sexy stare. ‘At the office, I couldn’t trust myself to stop, so I contained my actions.’

‘And now?’

‘And now, I don’t intend to stop,’ he murmured into her ear as he grasped a handful of her ass cheek through her skirt, pulling gently but purposefully in order to open up her naked pussy lips to him.

‘I’m not sure I can handle this, Theo,’ she gasped, her legs shaking so much they were barely able to hold her upright.

‘That’s because you can’t control what’s happening,’ he explained, teasingly kissing her throat, in the full knowledge that kissing her there had the potential to make her lose control entirely. ‘And know,’ he added. ‘I will never be somebody you can predict or control. I’m your worst nightmare and your best fantasy rolled into one.’

‘But…’ she tried to protest.

‘Shhh,’ he murmured. ‘You know this is inevitable, don’t you? It always has been. Let me explore your body. I want you to experience every possible feeling with me… and then some.’

‘Oh God,’ groaned Lucy, as he dragged his cheek up her neck to hover his lips above hers.

‘I want to kiss you, the way you need to be kissed. To totally consume you. Right now, I want to give you everything, Lucy.’

As their mouths clashed together, their hands feverishly swept across the back of each other’s heads, pulling themselves deeper. Their kiss was desperate, clawing and incredibly passionate. Theo’s arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her ass, forcing her up onto tiptoes. As he pulled her up against his thick cock, pushing her pelvis forwards, they both groaned longingly at the sensations the movement evoked. Christ, thought Lucy, she wanted this man. More than she had ever wanted anything. She physically craved him.

Half carrying her across the room, he eased her down onto the bed beneath him as their mouths broke apart. With shaky, shallow breaths, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes with wonder, curiosity and passion. But Lucy’s logical mind was struggling to keep up with the overwhelming emotions and sensuality that was racing through her.

‘I need a moment,’ she panted.

‘No you don’t,’ confirmed Theo. ‘The time for thinking has passed. You can process later, but right now, you’re just going to feel…you’re going to feel me.’ She closed her eyes, desperately trying to find a mainstay in the confused and chaotic swirl of sensations she was experiencing. ‘I know you, Lucy. I know what you’re thinking…what you’re feeling…what you need,’ he smiled.

‘What?’ she breathed.

‘You’re overwhelmingly aroused,’ he stated simply, continuing to stroke her hair gently. ‘You’re concerned that the buzzing in your brain is fear. It’s not. Its desire; just more potent than you’ve ever known. And the adrenaline pumping around your body, making your heart feel like it might burst? That’s your most basic fight or flight mechanism. But I can tell from the look in your eyes, Lucy. It’s all fight.’

‘How do you know…’

‘And then,’ he continued, ignoring her interruption. ‘Pushed down, suppressed, right at the back of your mind is a nagging, persistent doubt that after all this time, all of the hype, this scenario might not live up to the very high expectations of the fantasy we both have.’

‘That’s right,’ she breathed, nodding her head in disbelief.

‘But that’s something that you should never concern yourself with. Just from our kiss earlier, I was ready to bet my life on the fact that we are going to be remarkable together. You know I’m right, don’t you?’

‘Yeah,’ nodded Lucy. ‘You’re probably right.’

‘I’m definitely right. I love looking at you,’ sighed Theo, pushing Lucy’s hair away from her face. ‘I know you. I know how much you need me. Everything about you feels right and good.’

Gently, their mouths locked, providing an immediate reminder of how incredible their lips felt against each other. In perfect equilibrium, they proceeded so patiently yet so greedily, each movement sending high voltage current through their bodies. As they gradually began to introduce their tongues, they became lost in the very deepest of kisses. Lucy was in heaven, drowning under a tidal wave of the most astonishing sexual feelings she had ever experienced. Theo’s tongue was so frightening capable. Each sweep made her internal muscles clench tightly at the thought of how he might soon use his tongue to caress more intimate parts of her body.

Subconsciously, Lucy began to grind herself against Theo’s body as her hands caressed every line of his impressive physique. Reacting immediately, Theo pushed himself further against her, reassuring her that he was equally hungry. Slowly, his gentle hands began to venture over her curved body, systematically unbuttoning and unclasping each and every item of clothing he came into contact with. Panting heavily, Theo pulled away.

‘You’ve got no idea how much I want you right now,’ he groaned, assisting Lucy out of her blouse. ‘I’m so desperate to taste you,’ he said, nuzzling his way down her chest as his fingers slipped under her bra straps and slowly pulled the garment away from her body to free her aching breasts.

‘Christ, you’re gorgeous,’ he sighed. Whimpering, Lucy looked down to see Theo’s moist lips hovering over her chest.

‘Oh God,’ she groaned, as he inhaled deeply, his warm breath having the impact of hardening her taut nipple even further. ‘Oh God, please,’ she begged, arching her back to place her trembling body nearer to his mouth.

‘Tell me what you need, Lucy,’ growled Theo, his hands stroking slowly up her stomach to embrace her rounded breasts.

‘You,’ she sighed.

‘Be more specific,’ he ordered.

‘I need to feel your mouth enveloping my nipples, your tongue sliding across them, your teeth gently grazing…uhhhh,’ she uttered, as Theo voraciously fulfilled her exact instructions.

‘Fuck,’ she cried, throwing her head back into the bed, unable to comprehend what this man was making her feel.

In turn, he carefully tended to each of her nipples which were aching for his touch before shuffling Lucy’s skirt down her body. Once her final item of clothing had been discarded, Theo sat up, glancing down at her with pleasure radiating across his face.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathed, his fingers trailing down her soft stomach to dance lightly across her inner thighs. Unable to help herself, a groaning Lucy automatically began to react to his touch.

‘Yes,’ he growled. ‘Open yourself up to me.’ Reaching down, Theo’s hands reached under Lucy’s ass and urged her legs apart, seemingly unable to fight his natural instinct. Ignoring her desperate gasps, Theo dropped his mouth back down to Lucy’s nipples, eventually travelling further down her body, grazing his teeth across her warm, soft tummy and lower still. He sighed with pure pleasure, unable to prevent himself from smiling on hearing her gasps of anticipation and observe her squirming hips.

Suddenly, from one of the previous online conversations they’d shared, Theo’s description of the way he gave oral sex filled Lucy’s mind. At last, after months and months of wanting, was she going to experience it for herself? Grinding herself towards his mouth, she moaned in frustration. She could feel his breath on her delicate skin. He was so near but he seemed to be holding back.

‘I want you,’ she growled.

‘I know,’ smiled Theo, blowing gently across her swollen, hot lips.

‘Please,’ she begged. ‘Please, please touch me.’

‘No. You’ll have to wait.’

‘Wait?’ exclaimed Lucy. ‘You’ve never made me wait in any of our stories.’

‘But this is real life,’ he grinned. ‘Impulsive, unplannable, unimaginable. Besides, you don’t want me to be predictable, do you?’

‘Once in a while it might be nice, yeah,’ she breathed, her body still vibrating at the nearness of his mouth.

‘Tough,’ he said, moving back up the bed to gaze deeply into her eyes.

‘I hate you,’ she grumbled.

‘And you should,’ he smirked. ‘Now, of all the things I’ve been dreaming of doing to your body, which should I choose first?’ he asked, stroking his index finger along the highly sensitive site of the delicate, raised veins in her wrist.

‘Or what should I do to you?’ asked Lucy, trying to wrestle against his overwhelming presence.

‘No you don’t,’ grinned Theo, his hands looping around her wrists and pinning her to the bed.

‘Get off me,’ insisted Lucy, her heart rate notching up further. She felt like she had to battle against him, for her sense of self if nothing else. But he was seriously strong. Unexpectedly strong. Gasping, she realised she didn’t stand a chance.

‘Don’t fight,’ he grinned, looking deep into her eyes. ‘You’re mine.’ He began to kiss her mouth, but just as Lucy began to melt into him, he drew away. ‘Say it,’ he ordered. ‘Confirm that you’re mine.’ Seeing her hesitate, Theo immediately dropped his mouth to her hyper-sensitive neck, sinking his teeth teasingly against her skin. A cry filled the air as Lucy immediately began to thrash and struggle against the hold he had over her body.

‘Fuck!’ shrieked Lucy, as she twisted violently beneath him. Theo released her neck, kissing his way back to her lips where they sank into each other.

‘Tell me,’ repeated Theo, as he broke their kiss once again.

‘No,’ groaned Lucy resignedly.

‘Don’t make me torture you,’ he smiled, nipping at the hollow of her neck before dropping to torment each of her hardened nipples in turn. ‘You know I’m more than capable. Tell me.’

Lucy moaned loudly, able to recognise a hopeless situation when she saw one. In her mind’s eye, her final chess piece, a lone white King, stood proudly on the chessboard surrounded by an overpowering sea of black. It was the final move in a chess game which had spanned eleven months, three countries and two highly erotic minds operating under one purpose. As her King dropped to his knees in willing surrender, Lucy found she didn’t mind that there could only be one victor because, to her thinking, there were still two winners. Looking directly into his eyes, she did as she had been instructed.

‘I’m yours,’ she admitted.

‘I know you are.’

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As he approached her neck once more, her head dropped submissively to one side, providing him with complete, unrestricted access. Releasing her wrists, Theo took his sweet time in exploring a compliant Lucy’s neck, arms, shoulders, chest and abdomen with his mouth and hands. By the time his mouth had reached her hips, Lucy was groaning noisily with every outward breath, more turned on than she had ever felt in her entire life. As he stood up to quickly remove his clothing, a dizzy, trembling Lucy couldn’t help but smile. She’d seen photographs of his body, of course, but up close and in person, he was even sexier than she’d anticipated. As he unselfconsciously removed his shirt, the sight of Theo’s slender, yet muscled torso made Lucy’s stomach drop with lust.

‘Look what you’ve done to me,’ he murmured, nodding towards his hands, as he reached for his belt. Grinning broadly, Lucy looked down to observe his rigid cock, the leaking head of which was poking above the waist of his trousers.

‘Please let me taste you,’ she murmured, as he removed what was left of his clothes and stood naked before her. Crawling up to Lucy’s face, he held his incredible cock adjacent to her mouth.

‘You want this?’ he teased.

‘Yes,’ sighed Lucy. However, as she reached for him, desperate for a taste, he moved to the side. ‘Please,’ she begged. For a moment, Theo allowed Lucy to sample just the tip of him, before moving away once more. Lucy groaned with frustration.

‘I know you want to please me,’ said Theo softly. ‘But tonight, it is you that requires my complete focus. I want you to feel safe and know that, as my lover, you can completely let go. Oh, and Lucy,’ he added.

‘Yeah,’ she croaked, entirely lost in his voice, his body, his touch. Lost in him.

‘I’m going down on you now,’ he grinned cheekily, slowly working his way down her body.

‘Oh fuck,’ growled Lucy, as her hips began to rise up from the bed to meet him.

When he reached her moist, hot, swollen sex, Theo breathed deeply, feeling his cock harden further with the passing of every moment. Able to feel the coolness of each inhale, Lucy threw her head back against the bed, her desperate moans communicating the depths of frustration and despair to which she was being forced to descend.

Closing in at last, he kissed teasingly along the left side of her labia, then the right, then the bottom, making Lucy vibrate with longing as he lazily sampled her incredible taste. Returning to hovering over her wide open lips, mumbling endearments whilst occasionally dropping his lips tenderly, she screwed her eyes tightly shut whilst her hands grasped the bedsheets beneath her. Almost tickling, he continued to move his lips lightly around hers, occasionally circling above her clit but never once making contact. With each movement, Lucy’s hips twitched and rocked, desperate for more than he was giving.

Painfully aroused, with liquid pooling on the sheets below, Lucy felt her body ache for the slightest movement of his tongue. Gradually, he gave her more, his tongue feeling soft and wide against her hot, throbbing lips. Lucy cried out as Theo paused at the places which seemed to create the greatest levels of lingering torture, waiting until she bucked in response, before releasing and starting over again. The next teasing stroke was then made in a different way, so she could never anticipate what would follow. Theo spent some time making love to her pussy with his mouth, devouring her as though needing to get drunk on every drop. At length, he broke away.

‘Do you remember me describing my favoured technique for oral sex?’ smiled Theo, fully aware of how fraught Lucy was feeling and trying his best to extend her pain.

‘You know I do,’ panted Lucy. ‘It’s in our story. I told you that I desperately wanted to experience it.’

‘And now you will,’ he confirmed. ‘So, as you no doubt remember me describing, the first stage is for me to wrap my mouth in an O-shape, covering the entire top of your pussy. Then, holding you in my mouth and applying a little suction, I’ll pull my head back slightly, suck gently and wait for your body to respond’ explained Theo as Lucy groaned with longing. ‘That movement will tug on every single nerve ending in the most sensitive spots; I can make your hips move without you even realising.’

‘Please,’ breathed Lucy. ‘I want you so bad. Please…’

Apparently taking pity, Theo braced his hands on the backs of her legs, holding her open and in position as his very capable mouth dropped to her body to deliver the incomparable pleasure of which she always knew he’d be capable. With a powerful surge, her body reacted violently to his skilled mouth but he seemed to interpret whenever she was close to being overwhelmed with pleasure, throttling back and denying her orgasm each time. Eventually, Lucy began to understand that his actions were by design and not by accident.

‘Let me come, you bastard,’ she growled in exasperation. Half chuckling, Theo released his hold on her.

‘You taste fucking delicious,’ he grinned, wiping his mouth and chin, which were glistening with evidence of having gorged on her body, with the back of his hand. ‘You’re not a big fan of edging then?’

‘No!’ she practically shouted at him, her frustration bubbling over. ‘I need to come!’

‘Very well,’ smiled Theo. ‘But before you do, I’d better describe the second stage.’

‘I remember…’

‘This stage introduces my fingers to anchor you down, whilst my mouth continues to explore,’ he explained in a soft voice, ignoring her interruption. ‘My index and middle fingers are the strongest,’ he explained, stroking them across her stomach and down her hip, causing Lucy to shiver. ‘They sink all the way inside, pushing downwards and pinning you to the bed, seizing control. That places my fingertips just below your cervix, which is as deep as I can be in your pussy. If I time my rhythm correctly with the movement of your body, each wave will grow bigger and bigger. I won’t actually be touching your clit with my mouth but the feeling it creates will be as though it is getting stroked by the actual hood. You will effectively be in control of your own orgasms; I will simply be there to enhance them. It’s supposed to be off the scale. Wanna try?’

‘No,’ she groaned. ‘Yes...No…’

‘Excellent,’ murmured Theo, loving the effect he was having on Lucy’s over-stimulated body. Swirling his tongue across Lucy’s swollen lips, his fingers started to follow the path he had just described. As they sank slowly and relentlessly inside her, Lucy cried out as her body clenched hard around the intrusion. ‘Jeez,’ sighed Theo, knocked out of his habitual cool. ‘You are so tight. And so wet. You know I’m gonna fuck you so hard, right?’

‘Oh, God. Please,’ gasped Lucy as his fingers reached their desired location and his mouth began to work its magic. A muffled cry erupted from Lucy, as she desperately tried to grind her hips against Theo’s stationary hand, which was holding her captive.

‘Fuck,’ groaned Lucy.

‘I’ll start believing that’s my name soon,’ murmured Theo, before dropping back down to her body and giving her his most concentrated attention. Entirely unable to prevent her body from responding, despite her movement being limited by his hold on her, Lucy’s pelvis began to rock rhythmically against his mouth. The sensations he was causing deep within her body began to overpower her as she gasped desperately for breath. Her arm flew outside sideways, grabbing a pillow to smother her own garbled cries, whilst her rocking body clamped down even more tightly and she was rapidly drawn towards an inevitable, mammoth orgasm.

Refusing to yield for a single moment, Theo drove Lucy forwards, as she relented to the first wave. Those initial spasms quickly spiralled into an intensely powerful set of contractions which seemed almost never-ending. Grinding her hips frantically in defiance of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced, bright flashes of pure white light exploded behind her tightly closed eyelids. He held her spellbound on the very edge of reality, until eventually Lucy’s cries began to reduce and she was allowed to slowly descend. Retracting himself, Theo slowly kissed his way up her violently shaking body, across her heaving chest and under the pillow to find her soft mouth.

‘You’re fucking phenomenal,’ gasped Lucy, completely overwhelmed.

‘You aren’t so bad yourself,’ grinned Theo. ‘I’ll just let you get your breath back and then I’ll continue.’

‘You mean…again?’

‘Of course again. And again. And again,’ laughed Theo at her incredulous expression, kissing back down to her nipples and taking them into his mouth one at a time. True to his word, Theo drove Lucy through several more terrifyingly powerful climaxes, pausing between each one to allow her gasping body to desperately drag in the requisite oxygen required to maintain consciousness. Towards the end, to ensure she didn’t get complacent, he used his skilled tongue to overpower her, pulling and tweaking her clit in ways she could not possibly have imagined. By the time he’d finished playing with her body, she was a dripping, groaning, shuddering mess.

‘You know I said I hate you?’ she croaked. ‘Well, I meant it.’

‘I know you did, love,’ grinned Theo. ‘And that pleases me. It means I’m doing a good job. But I’m so not finished with you yet. By the end of this trip, I’m going to make you crave things you didn’t even know you wanted.’

‘I know one thing I do want,’ she breathed, reaching down to his delectable cock, standing to attention and dribbling pre-cum.

‘Mmmm, me too,’ he agreed, kneeling over her.

‘Please, Theo,’ she begged, gazing up at him imploringly. ‘I want you so much.’ Holding his thick circumference, Lucy urged him towards her, spreading her legs wide and wrapping her feet around his ass, trying to pull him in. When the head of his cock made initial contact with her swollen, wet folds, they both instinctively groaned. Slowly but firmly, he inched himself inside; stretching, opening, heightening every sensation. Lucy clenched firmly around him, crying out with unadulterated longing whilst he continued to sink himself mercilessly into her tight, twitching body until he was buried to the root. Revelling in the feeling of his pubic bone rubbing against her hardened clit, Theo remained still for a moment, before releasing himself all the way back, leaving only the head of his cock enveloped.

Looking down, Theo observed with pleasure the sight of his cock, glistening with arousal, as it slowly re-entered Lucy’s willing body. Glancing up at her face once again, he dropped his lips to hers, immediately setting their bodies on fire. Theo continued to grind powerfully inside her writhing body with Lucy assisting; sometimes meshing in time, sometimes crashing. With a cock which felt as though it was slowly turning to liquid, a warm sensation oozing throughout his body, Theo pushed methodically in and out, one full stroke at a time. As their mouths released, Lucy pleaded for more.

‘Fuck me,’ she begged. ‘Harder. Please. Harder.’

Pinning both her arms above her head, Theo felt Lucy tilt her hips in preparation whilst he re-positioned his body. As his intense grinding morphed into sharper jabs, he could feel her swell on the inside as he drove each stroke to the hilt. Theo found himself holding his breath for two or three strokes, before releasing not just the compressed air in his lungs but a long, deliberate moan. They had moved way past rational thought now, instead operating entirely on touch and the rawest form of instinct Lucy had ever known. Their bodies were twisted and melded together, acting as a single entity. Their sole purpose? To discover, enhance and extract every possible form of pleasure from the other in a self-perpetuating tidal wave of pure ecstasy that they both knew would ultimately overpower the pair of them.

Eventually, having released Lucy’s limp arms, Theo repositioned his hands under her ass. He shuffled himself onto his knees, all the while remaining inside her body, before slowly starting to lift Lucy’s hips higher. Resting the backs of her legs on his torso, Theo held firmly onto Lucy’s ass and started to fuck her hard.

‘I need you to completely let go now,’ he instructed through clenched teeth. ‘Give in to me, Lucy. Do as I say.’

Hyper-focused on his aim, Theo felt Lucy’s body convulse violently around him, as he drove her through yet another orgasmic wave. Far beyond words now, Lucy seemed capable of communicating only with cries set at various pitches. With each climax, the bed was left increasingly soaked which only strengthened Theo’s resolve. It simply reaffirmed his need to keep going and funnel all of his concentration into screwing her…hard. Eventually, Theo pulled out and lay down on his back.

‘I need you to fuck me,’ he growled, as he manoeuvred a dazed Lucy astride him. Panting heavily and with shaking legs which were a struggle to coordinate in her highly aroused state, she ended up crouched over him. Seizing her ass with a deep grip, Theo’s strong arms assisted Lucy in lowering herself down, before starting to slide her shuddering body forwards and backwards along his length. Lucy’s head fell backwards as the overwhelming sensation drilled her body, making her come almost instantaneously. Bracing herself against him, she tried to speed the tempo up but Theo’s grip seemed to tighten on her ass, his strong arms forcing her to maintain a punishingly slow pace.

By now, Lucy had migrated to a blissful Utopia where she was quite content to live out her remaining years. Theo seemed frighteningly capable of making pleasure erupt from her willing body with the slightest touch and she certainly wasn’t going to question the power he held over her. Each time her body was rocked forward, the most unusual sensation filtered through her abdomen, as his cock seemed to flip into a position that hit her entire front wall, giving her G-spot the most incredible stimulation. Theo was more than aware Lucy was in the zone and simultaneously began to put gentle pressure on her clit, in order to elevate her still further. Unfortunately, the more Lucy clamped and twisted around him, the less restraint he exhibited. Theo knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, half hypnotised by the repeated throbbing of his aching cock, so desperate to let go inside of her. To his lasting relief, Lucy seemed to read the signs.

‘Come inside me, please,’ she begged between deep, gasping breaths. Theo growled. That was all he needed to hear. Stationing her body firmly above him, he started to drive his strokes northwards creating an entirely new set of sensations for both of them. Dropping to his neck, Lucy began to kiss him frantically, drowning in a rapidly overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

‘Yes! Oh yes!’ she gasped, her body convulsing violently. ‘Come! Now! Please!’ she moaned beside his ear, as Theo ramped up the pace yet further.

Overwhelmed by the stimulus, Theo succumbed to Lucy’s clear instructions. With a roar, he propelled stream after stream of searing heat deep inside her willing body, fucking her full of his juices, revelling in the feel of them running down his shaft and mixing between them. Desperately trying to ensure the experience lasted as long as possible, Theo made a final few ineffectual stabs, attempting to squeeze out every last drop. Momentarily exhausted, the pair of them collapsed; heaving, sweating yet unable to prevent their broad grins from shining through. For a brief, enchanted moment, they simply felt utterly relieved and fulfilled. It took some time for their gasping breaths and racing pulses to quieten. At length, Lucy groaned.

‘Fuck, my throat hurts,’ murmured Lucy, rolling over towards the bedside table for a large gulp of bottled water. Inexplicably, the alarm clock suggested that hours had passed since they had first entered the room. If that was true, she was amazed to feel so invigorated, rather than exhausted.

‘I’m really not surprised,’ smirked Theo, raising his eyebrows.

‘Oh, God! We weren’t really noisy, were we?’ asked Lucy, hiding her face in her hands.

‘We weren’t noisy, no,’ he joked. ‘You might have been.’

‘Oh, stop it…’

‘Don’t be so self-conscious, Sweetheart,’ chuckled Theo. ‘Hotels are designed for fucking. Speaking of which, I have got to go down on you again, before we venture out to find a restaurant for dinner. After being screwed so thoroughly, you’ll taste even more incredible than you did earlier…’

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