Bella gasped as she straddled him, her body pressing against his, feeling the hardness of him beneath her. She could feel the longing in his touch, the way his fingers trailed up her back. She arched into him, her hands roaming over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
Theodore's hands roamed down her body, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress and pulling down her panties with a swift motion. The sound of his belt being pulled free was followed by the distinct rasp of his zipper, and Bella could feel him, hard and ready for her. His lips left hers, moving to her neck, tasting her skin, breathing in the scent of her. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of her body.
Bella moaned softly in response to the heat that built between them. Theodore gripped her hips, lifting her slightly before guiding her down onto him.
