Mattheo curls his fingers inside your pussy, massaging your g-spot. his lips suck harshly at your neck, causing your body to feel all too overwhelmed.
"Theo," you breathe out, pulling the ends of his hair. his fingers work faster and harder against your g-spot and before you know it, you're coming on his fingers. It hit you before you even realised you came; body convulsing under him, waves over waves of pleasure shooting throughout your body, and of course, Mattheo's thumb circling your clit as he rides out your high. Normally, you would have to ask to cum, but you couldn't even register what you body was going through to even ask.
"shit, I'm so sorry," you whimper, knowing he'll punish you for not asking permission. Mattheo chuckles and pulls his fingers out, sucking off your juices deliciously.
"Theo..." you call out, not know what he's got planned in that cunning head of his. Theo responds by flicking his tongue on your clit rapidly, chuckling as your fists ball into the sheets. His fingers thrust back into your wet pussy which causes a louder moan to escape your lips. profanities and curses, as well as sinful moans and whimpers, fall from you as your high approaches quickly again.
"gonna cum again, babygirl?" he asks while pulling away. his finger curls and grazes against your g-spot, causing you orgasm to approach much quicker than you expected once again.
You manage to calm down from your second orgasm, but Mattheo is quick to draw, yet another, orgasm out of you. You're screaming and shaking, completely unsure if you want him to stop or to keep going. his index thumb grazes over your clit and you almost immediately shield yourself away.
"too sensitive?" he asks, kissing your inner thighs. you close your eyes and pant heavily, nodding rapidly. Mattheo kisses up your body before planting the most gentlest kiss on your swollen lips.
"stay there, I'll be right back in a minute," Mattheo mumbles against your lips. you whine at the loss of contact, but remain in place. besides, you're too sore to move anyway.
Mattheo comes back with a warm, damp towel and a tea cup. he places the teacup on the nightstand before getting in between your legs again. gently, he cleans your body. it amazed you with how different he's become; from this once, uncaring and narcissistic person, to a completely selfless and loving person.
you whimper when he dabs the cloth on your clit.
"sorry, gorgeous," he purrs, leaning down to softly kiss just above your clit so he doesn't hurt you. Finally, he places the wet cloth on the nightstand and helps you sit up before sliding in behind you. Mattheo reaches over and hands you the teacup before wrapping his arms around your stomach before reaching.
"you did so well," he praises, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder.
"so you're not mad at me for not asking permission?" you ask, voice slightly strained from all the moaning and whining.
Mattheo chuckles, arms tightening around your waist as he rests his head upon your shoulder.
"I could never be mad at you, princess."
