Drama Queen // Otto Hightower // Thea Queen

32. Delicate

"I missed you," he said. It wasn't loud. It wasn't desperate. It was ... life. She paused at the top of the stairs. "The boys missed you too. But ... not as much as I did." Otto remarked and Theas brain hit pause, but her feet followed her heart's lead and carried her back to his bedroom.

As she took slow steps toward his bed, she shrugged off the dress and shimmied out of her panties before crawling up his body. His hands claimed her face, his lips claimed her mouth. Their kiss ended slowly, but their mouths lingered a breath away from each other.

He kissed her again ... and again. They spent the better part of the night becoming thoroughly acquainted with each other's bodies. 

Her lips were just as soft as he remembered. Maybe even softer, more plush, more perfect. Something about her always seemed better each time he had her. She did not hesitate, she moaned, and her lips began to move against his. Her tongue flicked against the seam of his lips, and he obediently opened, needing to taste her. He held his eyes open and focused on her face when her hands moved to his neck and then into his hair.

He stared at the way her lashes cast shadows on her soft cheeks. He moved his hands to her waist to remind himself of the petite woman in his arms, after their moons of distance and now she was here with in, kissing him, as though no time had passed whatsoever. 

He watched her delicate features shift with each move of her mouth against his. The sweet taste of peanut butter, from the cookie she was eating mixed with her own unique taste intoxicated him. He became so lost in her kiss that he hadn't even realized when his eyes slid closed and every feeling became amplified. the feeling of about to burst, explode for she was almost his that had been lingering on the edge since her hands had become buried in his hair.

He felt the sting of her teeth nipping at his lips. He felt the rush of air against his cheek when she breathed without removing her mouth from his. He felt the fine bones of her ribcage expand and contract beneath his long thin fingers. She had lost too much weight, he had to be delicate with her. 

Thea consumed him and before he knew it, his hands molded to her soft breasts as his thumbs stroked back and forth across her nipples. He trailed his lips down her neck to latch and suck at the tight bud.

He had been so enthralled with the feel of her in his mouth, he hadn't even had a chance to think of how the way she held him, made him feel everything. He loved her and she so easily made him feel loved, even when she was pushing him away. 

He quickly became desperate to fill with her. He needed to feel more. More of her against him. He pulled back just enough to tug his shirt overhead and then went back to kissing her. Her bare chest pressed to his sent shockwaves of lust rocketing through him.

He had thought he would be so buried in her, nothing could break through. Then her hands were on his shoulders pushing him back he lay back on the bed smiling up at her. Her hands pressed hard against his shoulders and she began climbing on top of him. Lost from reality, filled with his beautiful wife. 

When the first rays of sun broke through, the pad of his finger traced her forearm.

 "How did you get this scar?" Otto whispered. Keeping her tired eyes closed, she hummed and smiled. 

"Training with Ollie and Tommy." Thea remarked. "WHen I was shit with a bow.'' she added as Otto ran his lips along the scar. "Mother hated it but I didnt care back then."

"Rebel." Otto whispered and Thea giggled, peeling open her eyes as he moved down her body, grabbing her leg and bending it toward him. 

"And this one?" His tongue traced the scar along her knee. 

"Thought I was tough and got knocked down hard." Thea answered. His whiskers of a beard tickled her skin, and she wiggled away from his touch. 

"Your turn," Thea remarked. "This ..." She ghosted her fingers over his shoulder. He kissed up the inside of her thigh, well on his way to the perfect distraction, the perfect change in subject.

 "You don't want to know. Its a boring story." Otto offered.

 "I do." Thea corrected. "Makes you more interesting." She teased as her fingers claimed his hair, and she steered him away from his destination of her ready cunt, forcing him to look at her. "Husband..." Thea murmured.

"I used to be a knight." Otto remarked his fingers trailing over her. "I was good too but can't win ever battle."