Beneath Dark Skies (Rolling Hills Ranch #1)

38. Theo

THIRTY-EIGHT

THEO

THE brIGHTEST STAR

Day 428

I'm certain that if I could hear, Farron’s words would have caused everything to go static, all noise ceasing to exist. My eyebrows furrow together, and I use my pointer finger, starting at my lips and then moving forward, asking her if she’s certain. Her response is immediate and unequivocal. She climbs fully into my lap and kisses me again, her hands cupping my face, her body pressed tightly against mine. The sheer intensity of her need washes over me, and I can feel my own desire surging in response.

The kiss is hungry, desperate, filled with all the emotions we’ve kept bottled up. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer as if she can’t get enough. My hands move to her waist, gripping her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body through the fabric of her clothes. The scent of jasmine and coconut envelops me, intoxicating and overwhelming. All I can see, feel, taste, and smell is Farron.

I turn us and lower her gently onto the blanket, momentarily breaking the kiss so we can both shed our clothes. Her breath hitches, and I feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest, mirroring my own. Every touch, every caress, feels electric as if we’re connected by an invisible thread pulling us closer and closer. The world around us fades, leaving only the two of us in this moment beneath the stars.

As the firelight dances around us, casting flickering shadows on her face, I break away from her lips to take in every detail—the softness of her skin, the way her eyes darken with desire, the slight tremble in her hands. I run my hands over the smooth expense of her skin, noting the subtle roundness of her lower tummy, her nipples hard and aching, and the slight glistening in between her thick thighs as she spreads them for me. I want to remember everything, to etch this moment into my memory forever.

My lips press against her neck, and I feel a shudder run through her. I work my way down, lips trailing across her shoulder and over her collarbones, my tongue following all the divots in her soft skin as my thumbs gently rub down her stomach. I continue lower, kissing the little mole on her left leg right above her knee, stroking my hands over her thighs and pulling them further apart for me. I kiss her hip bone, struck by the intimacy of the act, before my teeth gently nip at the same spot on her hip. The tip of my nose ever so softly brushes against the small thatch of curls between her legs, and my hands move in closer, spreading her lips apart for me and revealing just how wet she already is.

My mouth waters at the sight before me, my cock hard and aching as it strains against my pants. I gently blow cool air at her swollen lips, my eyes darting upwards to watch as she shudders, her fingers curling into the blanket beneath us. My tongue slowly slides over her heat, from her opening up to her clit, where I gently bite down.

A groan escapes me at the taste of her, and, like a man starving, I dive into my meal. I feast, dragging my tongue over her most sensitive parts. I grab her calves and drive her knees up high, pressing them against her chest to open her up further to me, and I feel her tense and shake from the new angle.

My eyes flick up to her face again, and I watch, absolutely captivated, as hers fall shut, her mouth dropping open. She looks so beautiful like this, and I have the fleeting thought that I could become obsessed with the vision of her ecstasy. Her hands fall to my head, finding purchase in my hair as she begins to roll her hips against my mouth. Her taste floods my senses, and it’s absolutely intoxicating–sweet and heady, like the best aphrodisiac in the world. I realize with a shuddering certainty that being between her legs, worshiping her like this, is all I want for the rest of time.

Her back arches off the blanket as I slip a finger into her, and I groan against her, loving the feel of her, the taste of her. I slow down the pace of my mouth, moving more leisurely, wanting to take my time. When I softly bite down on her clit once more, her body goes stiff as her climax hits her. Legs shaking, mouth open on a silent scream, I continue to hold her down, hands wrapped around her thighs, lavishing her core with more slow licks while she comes.

Farron lifts her head just a bit, making eye contact with me as I lick the taste of her from my lips. I begin to slowly work my way back up her body, kissing up her stomach and licking along the curve of her breast before taking a nipple into my mouth. Her hands haven’t left my hair, and I find myself forcefully dragged up, her lips attacking mine, her moan reverberating against my mouth.

I pull back, dropping a kiss on her nose, and reach for the condom that was sitting to the side. I roll it onto my length and lay down on my back, pulling Farron on top of me to straddle my hips.

She starts to slowly move her hips, dragging her core against my cock, covering it in her release. With slow, deliberate movements, she rises up to her knees, lining up above me before she finally, finally , slowly lowers herself onto me. Her eyes remain locked on mine, and I grind my jaw as I watch her, as I feel myself start to stretch her open slowly. My hands tighten on her hips, hard enough I know she might have bruises tomorrow, but I can’t get myself to relax my hold on her. As I hold her, I can’t help but feel as though my hands are not worthy.

When she’s finally lowered herself entirely, flush against me, she stops, giving herself a moment to adjust. It’s overwhelming–the heat, the pressure, and the way her body seems to mold perfectly to mine. It’s just as incredible as it is agonizing, and all I want is for her to move, to chase that release again and come all over me. I bite my lip, restraining the urge to urge her on, allowing her to set the pace for a while. But impatience gets the better of me, and I tilt my hips up, hitting a new, deeper angle inside of her.

I watch as Farron leans back, her hands gripping my knees. Her movements grow frantic, her pace quickening as she loses herself in the moment. Her body is a vision—the way I can see the defined muscles of her thighs as she moves, the way her breasts bounce, and her hips roll. Every curve and motion is a sight I could lose myself in. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, each breath heavy and ragged, and when her eyes finally open—those deep green eyes locking with my golden ones—I can’t resist the urge to touch her again. My hands slide over her skin, desperate to feel every inch of her.

I feel her walls flutter and tighten around me. Her mouth once again falls open as her head falls forward, her chin to her chest, and I decide I can no longer hold back. My hips start moving quickly, snapping up towards her, until I find my own release with what I’m sure is a guttural groan.

Farron falls against my chest, both of us panting, and I hold her close, running my fingers through her hair as we both slowly come down from the high. I can’t help the feeling of pure happiness, pure joy, at the way we just came together, at the feel of her in my arms. She lifts her head up to look at me, eyes hooded and lips tipped up.

She presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my chin, before finally making it to my lips. “Thank you” falls from her lips when she pulls back, causing a goofy smile to break out on my face. The warmth of her touch and the soft look in her eyes fills me with a happiness I can hardly contain.

She climbs off me, a playful glint in her eyes as she runs a little further away to clean up. I take the opportunity to do the same, a sense of contentment settling over me. When she makes her way back, we both get dressed, although it takes a while with how distracted we are. Hands and lips constantly reach for one another, the magnetic pull between us irresistible.

Finally, we settle back onto the blanket, and I can’t help myself as I watch her. “Star,” I sign. Her face scrunches in confusion. It’s a sign she knows, but the context is clearly lost on her right now. “Your new name sign,” I tell her before quickly grabbing the notebook and writing the same thing down, making sure she understands me.

“Why ‘star’?” She writes back before signing the question, too.

I take the pen from her and write my response, the words flowing effortlessly. “Because you’re my star. The brightest star in the sky, the brightest star I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes widen with a mix of surprise and joy before she surges forward again, kissing me with a fervor that sends my heart racing. She lays down on the blanket and tosses the notebook to the side, turning away from me only to be pulled back into my arms as I lay down behind her, pulling two more blankets on top of us. I hold her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the beat of her heart aligning with mine as we lay there beneath the starry, starry sky.

The night wraps around us like a protective cocoon, the stars above twinkling in silent witness to the deepening connection between us. As the hours pass, we remain under the night sky, gazing at the stars, Farron safe in my arms. We talk through the night, Farron adamant about using ASL, her movement slow. We share stories and secrets, wrapped up in our own little world.