Valentine's Theory Read Free Page B

an orgasm before. Positive. The explosion that shook her body as Theo ruthlessly thrust with his fingers and tongue into her quim, sucked and pinched her clit bore no comparison to the moderately pleasant sensation she achieved by herself. The fire building in every cell was nothing like the amicable experiences of the long-ago past. If other women experienced these kinds of sensations with lovers, then she could certainly understand why they did ridiculous things for the man that inspired such awe-striking physical reactions. And Theo didn't stop after the first explosion either. Cupping her buttocks and bringing her deeper into his mouth as if he were drinking her, he ruthlessly drove her to another until Misha clutched at his hair, screaming incoherently from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
            “Open your eyes, Misha. Look at me.”
            When had she closed her eyes? Somewhere between the second and third orgasm, possibly.
            “Uh?” Coherent words just weren't going to happen. Her body still zinged, shaking with the aftershocks.
            “Do you want this?” As if she couldn't grasp his meaning, he ran the thick head of his cock against the seam of her pussy, circling her pulsing clit before dipping down over and over again.
            Was he kidding? She would die if he didn't give her what her body screamed for.
            “Yes.” Although she hadn't a clue why he was asking, she forced the word through her lips, bowing her back and flexing her hips in case he didn't believe her reply.
            “Why?”
            All movement stopped. Green eyes stared down into her own, demanding an answer. Misha wanted to weep. Didn’t he understand her body was in desperate need? Did he not comprehend how much she ached for him?
            “Is this all for science?” Theo clarified, holding his body away from hers even though he hovered above her.
            So close. Much too far away.
            “No.” Her answer was honest. Pure with raw need in the single syllable.
            “Then why?”
            Had he asked at any other time, she might have been able to think of some convenient excuse that was close to the truth without giving herself away. As it stood she could barely think straight, much less obfuscate.
            “I’ve always wanted you. I just had no idea how to tell you.” Surprisingly, the confession cost her nothing. Lying completely bare, both in body and mind, seemed so right.
            “Damn straight,” he growled as he thrust completely inside her.
            Not knowing what to expect next, Theo’s reply to her admission knocked breath and thought from her body completely. Oh God, she was so full! He stretched her, almost to the point of burning, and damn it felt so good! Looking downright primitive, Theo impaled her in measured strokes, dragging almost his entire length in a slow, torturous glide almost completely free of her before pounding back inside her. Misha whimpered, groaned, dug her nails into the skin on his shoulder and rode him back with all her might. Lifting to meet every lunge, she reveled in the erotic bliss. She wanted more, she wanted it all, she wanted forever.
            “This is not the end, Misha,”Theo warned her through clinched teeth. He was utterly gorgeous. The very picture of insatiable need, possessing her in a way no one else ever could. “I will have you, baby. You will be mine. Not just for these two nights. Say it!”
            “Yes! Yours. Always.” He had no idea how true that was, how true it had always been.
            Her so-called theory had been that Valentine’s Day created a conditioned response making participants more amorous. It had been a serious question even if the experiment had been completely bogus, an excuse for this. Tonight blew that theory all to hell and back. Nothing could feel this good,