You Got it Wrong - Part Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven

Theo could barely concentrate for the pounding in his head, he was torn between his desire to ‘get the hell out’, get away from her and her mixed messages, and the message blinking at him from the screen of his phone. He hated being run around in circles, but that was what was happening, another woman was dictating to him.

But it wasn’t just any woman, it was the woman he had been dreaming about, and pissing off in equal measures for the last few months. Pocketing the phone, he turned on his heel. He’d moved a few hundred metres down the street, but within a few paces he’d broken from a slow stroll to a sprint, and within seconds he was battering her front door.

When the door opened, Nina stood there, pale, nervousness emitting from her every pore, her eyes wide, fear, anxiety...SO many emotions on her face, and whilst he hated the thought of her vulnerable, scared of what might happen, she’d never looked so beautiful. Every feature was beautiful, she glowed, her skin was luminous, her lips full and red. There wasn’t a part of her he’d change if he the chance, from her petite stature, her dark unruly hair, to the crocheted top that draped over her luscious curves or the short denim skirt that revealed her perfect things. He wanted every inch of this woman’s body and soul, and he couldn’t ever remember wanting with such desperation.

She stepped back allowing him into the hallway, and as he moved in front of her, she pushed the door closed.

                “Nina...” he needed to know that this was what she wanted, he needed her confirmation, her assurance that she knew what him coming back meant. But her finger laying over his lips stopped his words.

                “Too much talking...we’re not good at that.”

He heard a half sigh, half laugh escape around the pressure of her finger, one more step and it’d be impossible to stop, his need for her was becoming insurmountable, his body was a pulsing mess and he had to connect with her.

Theo was still deliberating about how to make the first move when Nina’s arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his head down to hers.

Ravenous, he devoured her as though he hadn’t eaten in years, and instead of cowering as scared as she’d looked, she fought back. But not in an angry or fearful way, but in a way that told him she felt the same way as him. Her hands cupped his face as his lips covered hers, tongue probing, teeth nipping; his hands gripped her hips holding her close. His hard pelvis pressing into her stomach, proof of his desire, her own soft body supple in his arms.

With a stagger he backed her up to the wall at the base of the stairs, and he could only moan as she reached for the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up to reveal his body.

And what a body. As Theo’s lips led to her neck , nibbling at the suddenly erotic bridge between shoulder and spine, Nina dropped her eyes to his broad chest, smooth unblemished skin, the lightest spattering of dark hair that she couldn’t resist touching...wiry, but fine too. It was as much as she could protest as his teeth sank into her soft flesh and her knees started to buckle.

His arms around her, he guided her up the stairs backwards, snapping at her lips with brief yet passionate kisses, halfway up she got her bearings, realised what she was doing, what he was doing. What they were about to do.

                “You’re sure?” He breathed against her lips.

She giggled at the hoarseness of his voice, “don’t know if I believe you care.”

He groaned tipping his head back, “Nina...”

Laughing, she pulled free of his arms and took one large hand in both of hers, then led him to her bedroom.

She tried to see the room from his view, strange eyes. Her bedroom was the only place in the whole world that she’d taken time and effort over. From her restored Victorian Antique bedstead, the handmade throw that draped to the floor smothering it, to every picture frame and trinket. Everything in her room was vitally important to her. She’d never imagined a man seeing the space and so had never wondered how someone like Theo would view it.

But he backed her towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her, his mouth covering the flesh that his hands uncovered. Everything started and stopped with her, and she found that so arousing. As was each appreciative sigh and moan that escaped his lips. Dragging his lips from her shoulder, he pulled back to slide her heavy wool top up over her shoulders, fingers skirted over her sensitive flesh. She felt like Bridgette Bardot, or some other fifties sex symbol, and she wanted to throw her arms in the air in some theatrical pose in his gaze, but she didn’t, she reached for him, touching him again, running her fingers over his shoulders, his muscular arms...his flat stomach.

As she touched his belt, his stomach quivered at the intimacy of the moment, and she took that opportunity to look up and meet his eyes, but they were trained on her fingers, pleasure and longing warring and willing her to carry on. That sensible part of her told her to stop, to not let this go any further, but she couldn’t listen to it, she needed this, and more importantly she wanted this.

Unleashing his buckle, she almost recoiled at the sensation of him hard against the seams of his jeans, challenging her fingers as they fought with the button at his waist. With a deep throaty chuckled he lifted her hands to his lips, kissed her fingers, then eased the jeans down his thighs himself.

Theo was on fire, all those nervous touches, fumbling hands...they were driving him wild, but initially he’d thought it was nerves, maybe a little doubt, but as it carried on, he could tell  that she finding this difficult and for a moment he wondered if it was her first time. But then she suddenly seemed to gain strength, as his jeans hit the floor, she pushed him back until he toppled onto the bed, then she jumped to sit astride him.

Within seconds they had removed the rest of their clothes and Nina was pinned beneath him, Theo was trying to cover every inch of her body with his mouth, but her hands, her tongue, the way she moaned...all meant that he was about to lose it.

                “Nina, I can’t hang on any longer...”

She writhed under him a contented look on her face and sighed, “condom?”

                “Fuck!” He sat almost bolt upright. He hadn’t expected this tonight, and he had no intention of taking a risk. Where there any in his wallet? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with anyone, so the chances are that if there was one it’d be past its use by date. “Fuck!”

Nina was giggling, not an inch of sub consciousness, which he hadn’t anticipated, with a nod towards the bedroom door, she offered, “bathroom, white box under the sink, Lilah’s emergency supply.”

With a grunt of relief, he hopped off the bed, and as he got to the door, she called out his name, and he turned to see her half propped on the bed.

                “Bring a few.”

Theo ran to the bathroom, he didn’t care if he encountered a Headless Horseman in the hallway; he had no intention of delaying his return to Nina.

Bring a few!

He shook his head as he spotted white wicker basket with a lid, under the sink as described, pulling off the lid he was rewarded with what appeared to be an arsenal of condoms, various types, sizes and styles. He grabbed a generic pack of five and was still shaking his head with disbelief when he got back to her room.

                “Variety is the spice of life, hey?”

Nina watched him stalk across the room towards her and held her hands up in surrender, “not me. I swear.”

He shrugged, “whoever’s they are, I’m just glad they’re there!”

She fought a squeal that threatened to escape her lips as the dominant, masculine presence of Theo Peterson dented the mattress by kneeling on it, continuing his trip towards her.  He was so faultless, toned, tanned, perfectly proportioned, and she wanted nothing more than to touch him again, but as she reached for him, he had other ideas; instead he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a desperation that made her warmer, and even more ready than she had been when he’d left her cold, exposed. There wasn’t time to think of anything else, his lips were wandering to her neck, her hands were clinging to him, and he was nudging his way inside her.

Theo collapsed back against the bed; his body was throbbing, his head foggy and his heart racing with lust, pleasure, and something he couldn’t describe. He didn’t want to separate their bodies, didn’t want the moment to end, but they were both exhausted, he knew he was, and her closed eyes and laboured breathing told him she was as satisfied as him. Pulling her back into his arms, he was rewarded with her wrapping herself around him, resting her head on his shoulder and lining up their beating hearts. He wanted to process it, think it through, but sleep was coming and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.  

Nina opened her eyes and stifled a moan. For a moment she wondered if the evening had been a dream, vivid images of Theo, tasting her, teasing her, in her, over her. She stretched; his thigh was weighing her down, tossed over hers, as was his heavy arm. She needed the bathroom, desperately. There was no time to feel embarrassed or to process all that had happened, instead, she had to dash. Sliding out as tactfully as she could, she rushed out of the room and threw the bathroom door closed in relief.

Minutes later she was calmer, and in control of her body functions and she was about to return to her bedroom, and whatever that entailed. As she got to the bathroom door, she looked back and saw the white basket. Was it wrong to grab a few more?

As she slipped back into the bedroom she wondered when, and how, she, the woman who’d not as much as been on a date in years, became such a desperate tart. Theo had unleashed something in her, but she didn’t have time to process whether that was good or bad.

Theo was watching her from lazy eyes, just visible in the light cast in from the hallway.

                “More?” His eyes dropped to her hand.

With a shrug and a deep blush she tossed the box in his direction. “It’s the girl scout in me. Be Prepared!”

                “Mansell’s just called. He’s not feeling very well.”

Nina was face down into the pillows, her body aching, her eyes heavy as the voice cut through the fuzz. Glancing to her left she saw Theo stood there fully dressed, leaning over her, an indescribable look on his face.

                “Is he ok?” She tried to gather her common sense, but she was a ball of boneless mush.

He gave a nod, “I’ll call you, ok? Sorry to shoot out.”

Nina nodded and accepted his gentle kiss then watched him leave; trying not to think of the last time he told her he’d call her.