“Teddy, I don’t want to do something if you’re not one hundred percent on it.”
“I appreciate that,” she began, smiling softly, “but if you’re clean, and we’re both honest with each other here, I’m a grown adult who can make her own mind up. And right now, I’m asking you to fuck me.”
I’m clean, I’m fucking clean, the rabid teenager inside me wanted to yell. “I’m good too,” I managed instead.
I leaned in and kissed her, slower than my body wanted. I had to remind myself to stay right here with her instead of racing ahead. Her fingers slid into my hair, and any thoughts evaporated as I nudged her legs apart.
“One last chance, sunshine,” I offered.
She didn’t answer with words. Her hand hooked around my neck and pulled me closer, and I followed, letting my weight settle over her without moving inside yet, as the room narrowed to heat, breath, and the very clear knowledge that neither of us was backing out.
As I raised myself again, my weight on one arm, I lined myself up, looking down at where it would just take one movement to feel her. As soon as I notched in a millimeter, she gasped.
I wanted to swallow every sound she made. Those bright blue eyes bore into me.
“Do it,” she said breathlessly, and the primal part of my brain wanted her to beg, but I was too far gone for that. I disappeared inside her sweet cunt in one long thrust that felt endless. Moaning the whole way, she pulled me into her body, her pussy and something much deeper than we were ready for. I tried to focus on her heels digging into my ass, how with every breath, she fluttered around me. I was buried so fucking deep, I never wanted out.
“Hold on, hold on,” I whispered into her neck.
She giggled, the sound making matters worse because she clenched, and I saw stars.
Her hands slid down my back as she tilted her hips, moving again. Did I expect Teddy Sloane to do as I’d asked? Fuck no. Did I like that she didn’t? Fuck yes. I was a tangled mess of her.
I pressed a kiss just below her ear, breathing her in. She smelled like me and sex and I fucking loved it. The bed creaked beneath us, her pulse thudding against my mouth. And then I moved. I tried to go slow, but she didn’t let me, trying to match my every move. “I’m not going to break, Connor.” She wouldn’t, but I might. But there was no way I was going to resist her.
“Fuck,” I growled, pulsing inside her. “Then let me give you what you want.”
I hooked her leg around my arm and drove into her, rough and fast, deeper and oh so fucking good.
“Your fucking piercing, oh my god, oh my god,” she cried, bearing her throat to me. I sunk my teeth into the flesh there, sucking in her skin, knowing it would mark her, wanting it to. My hips snapped harder as she pinched her nipple, and I replaced her fingers with my mouth, tasting her skin.
Sweat formed between us, hard earned and fucking filthy as our skin slapped together. The whisper of oblivion was just out of reach, but I didn’t want this to end yet.
“Connor,” she breathed, and I knew what she was asking without her telling me.
I leaned up slightly and snuck my hand between us, finding her clit and slapping it once, then again, timing it with a punishing thrust. Her back arched off the bed, and I was lost in a symphony of her chantingConnor, Connorandmore, more.
My own release began to creep up on me. Just as she reached the edge, and her pussy clamped down on my dick, it took everything not to spill right fucking then.
“Are you gonna let me come in your perfect pussy, sunshine?” I asked, my voice deep and gravely. She moaned with an eager nod, aftershocks of her orgasm ravaging her still as she writhed beneath me. “Of course you are. God, you’re so good, Teddy. Fuck.” I drew out the curse as my release barreled through me with a guttural groan. White lights dazzled my vision as I pumped slower, relishing the feel of her slick and full of me.
My whole body grew heavy, spent in the best and most dangerous way. I didn’t rush to move; I didn’t want to. I shifted carefully, easing my weight so I wasn’t crowding her, but I didn’t put space between us. I was still very much inside her, head in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and riding the post-orgasm high.
Her hands roamed up and down my back, and when she reached a sensitive spot on my side, I twitched. “Hey now,” I whispered into her skin.
“You just gave away your tickle spot,” she said, voice dreamy and far away.
I finally shifted, reluctantly easing out of her and settling my weight beside her instead. The loss of that closeness registered immediately, a dull ache where there had been heat, but she chased it, rolling toward me without thinking, her thigh draping over mine, her arm sliding across my chest.
Instinctively, I pulled her with me, tucking her in so her head rested against my shoulder. She fit there like it wasn’t new, like we’d done this before.
“You’ll have to show me your tickle spot now,” I said, yawning, then we both laughed. “That sounded better in my head.”
Her laugh filtered off. “A lady never tells,” was all she said.
We laid there a little while until I was aware that she needed cleaning up. As soon as I moved, her hand tightened just slightly where it rested against me. “Can we not?” she asked softly. “Just for another minute. We don’t have to do anything. I just… want to stay like this.”
My chest warmed as I settled back down, pulling her on top of me. I was one hundred percent okay with that.
