Theo Raeken Imagines

Touch

Theo grinned to himself as you tried to ignore the teasing strokes of his fingertips. He left the dusted touch across the top of your thigh, watching you try to resist the need to fidget and clamp your legs shut.

"You doing ok Princess?" He asked. His tone was teasing so when you looked up and found him staring at your work you were a little surprised.

"I think so." You said through a sigh. "It's hard to concentrate." You added and he cocked his head as you leant in closer to your laptop.

"Why?" He asked as he continued to stroke your leg, watching you suck in a breath. "Does this get you wet?"

You swallowed and looked up at him, pupils blown with lust, his bottom lip teasing through his teeth as he watched you. You shook your head and he hummed, walking his fingers up and into your inner thigh.

"How about if I touch you... here." His hand pushed up your skirt and his middle finger traced up your core. "Oh. Princess, is that good?"

He smirked as his fingers twisted into the side of your panties and his fingers teased through your folds. Your jaw slacked as he pumped his fingers into you, his eyes concentrating on your face as one of your hands reach to twist into the sleeve of his shirt.

Keeping a steady pace he moaned to himself as your body started to stiffen and clenched around his fingers. Delicious noises flooded from you and he leant in closer. As you came he leant out of his seat, kissing your roughly, muffling the pleasured cry as you came down.