She kissed the corner of my mouth, then the line of my jaw. “Me, too,” she whispered, andIcould hear the gravity in her voice. “Youhave no idea.”
I did, actually.Fromthe way she pressed her hips into mine, already starting to grind against me as we kissed, we were feeling the exact same thing: desperate, aching need.
I traced my hands down her spine, feeling the way she arched her back into me, dusting my fingertips over the easy curve of her hips.WhenIslipped a palm up the front of her shirt, running my hand over the bralette she was wearing, she shivered and arched some more, the noise she made half gasp and half moan.
“Is this okay?”
“You can touch me,Teddy,” she said. “Anywhereyou’d like.Youdon’t have to ask.”
ButIwanted to.Iwanted her to know that every inch of her was a choiceIwas making, not an accident of inertia.Ieased my hand down, hooked my fingers behind the hem of her skirt, and found her underwear.Icould tell just from the lace pattern beneath my fingers that they matched her bralette.Icouldn’t help it;Igrinned. “Youplanned this.”
She huffed a laugh into my neck. “IwishIcould sayI’dplanned this.Happyaccident.”
I reached down to run my hands over the backs of her thighs, scraping back up over her ass, her muscles twitching asIdid.Shepushed up even further onto her toes and grabbed my hips, lining us up perfectly.Iwrapped one arm firmly around her back, holding her to me, then brought the other hand between us at her front, dipping it below her skirt– beneath the lacy fabric of her underwear this time– and she gasped so deeply it made me do the same, as if her pleasure was mine, too.Isuspected it would be.
“Is this—”Istarted, butChloecut me off.
“Teddy,” she said, laughing, and then she kissed me again. “Please.Idon’t just give you consent to touch me.I’mliterally begging you to.”
I grinned into her kiss and pushed lower, past the tuft of hair on her pubic bone, finding her warmth with my middle finger, catching her as she bucked forward into my hand.
I needed more leverage, soIpressed my heel against the door and spun us around, my hand not leaving her for even a moment.Asshe collided with the door,Iused the momentum to press further, spreading her open, gliding over the wetness that greeted me.Ipulled my finger back and then pushed it down again, flicking up slightly asIdid, and her breath hitched in a way that told me she liked that very much.SoIstarted to pulse my finger against her, feeling as her wetness grew, pressing my body closer into hers to hold her up as she melted.
She was wet enough now thatIstarted to run my fingers almost directly over her clit, circling tightly, relishing every gasp and every jerk.Ismirked asIkissed her again, knowing from the way she could barely kiss me back that she was close to her first orgasm.Onlya little one, but the first of many ifIhad anything to say about it.
Her breath quickened, andIfelt her start to convulse, butIwas nowhere near done with her.Soas soon as she started to come,Idropped to my knees, tugging her skirt and panties down with my free hand asIdid, and plunged two fingers into her, bringing the flat of my tongue against her clit.
“Shit,Teddy,” she whispered, her hands grasping at my head, tangling in my hair.
“This still okay?”Iasked, coming away just long enough to ask, and to see the pained expression on her face as she answered.
“Jesus, yes,” she said, then tilted her head back against the door with a thunk.
Her first orgasm had waned, soIclosed my mouth over her and sucked, curling my fingers toward me asImoved them in and out.Mytongue pulsed against her as she squirmed, andIreached my free hand up to press her back against the door.
“More,Teddy,” she whined. “Please.”
Fuck,Icould have come just from hearing her say my name like that; like she was praying to me.Pleadingwith me.Ipushed another finger inside her, relishing her sharp intake of breath and the way it made her whole body taut.Iused my thumb to help me bring her closer from the front soIcould lean back and watch her face; the way it curled up in agony and bliss, her lip bitten between her own teeth to keep her from crying out.
Her breath had gone ragged and shallow, andIfelt her entire body heave up and down this time as she came closer.Ibrought my mouth back to her, my tongue hard and flat against her clit, and she cried out, moving her hips so she was practically riding my hand.Shewas so soaked now, andIpulsed my fingers in and out faster, harder, the thwack of her wetness music to my ear.
Her second orgasm was far from little– she yelped as she began to tighten around my fingers, andIkept pushing into her until the contractions slowed, lapping at her with my tongue as she came on my hand and mouth.
Only once she’d all but collapsed against the door didIextricate myself from her, standing and wiping my hand on the bath towel hanging by the bathroom.ButChloeclosed the distance between us yet again, stepping out of the clothes now pooled at her feet.Shecollapsed into me and pressed a messy kiss to my lips, andIwondered if she could taste herself; she was allIcould taste.Iheld onto her as we staggered backward, until the edge of the bed pressed into the backs of my knees.Chloepushed– a gentle, insistent nudge– andIwent down willingly, dragging her with me.
“Fucking hell,” she said, her eyes roving over me as she straddled me.Shewas still so wet–Icould see the glisten between her legs as she sat naked from the waist down– andIfelt myself get wetter, too, knowing how closeIwas to feeling her whereIso desperately needed her.Itwasn’t enough yet– or, rather, there was still too much in the way– soIreached up to take her top off, but she was way ahead of me.Shepeeled it and the bralette off at once over her head, her hair coming loose as she did, the auburn locks falling over her shoulders and in front of her tits like a mermaid.Ora siren, more like.
I reached up to take her perfect breasts in my hands, desperate to feel the softness of them in my grasp, but she batted them away.
“Your turn,” she said, leaning forward so her hair formed a curtain around us. “Iwant to see you.”
I let her unbutton my shirt, my breath sharp as it fell open and the air hit my chest.Itwas probably quite warm in the room, actually, butIfelt a shiver run through me anyway.Asusual,Iwas bare beneath my shirt, andIheld my breath asChloe’seyes roved over me.
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my sternum, then kept kissing down my torso, taking each of my nipples into her mouth in turn.Iarched off the bed into her kisses, moaning out the breathI’dheld, and she ran her fingers lightly over my ribs as she moved lower, reaching my trousers.
“Isthisokay?” she asked, somewhat taunting, as she took the button in her fingers.
I nodded.
