“Ye— Yes,” she breathes.
“Sex is more pleasurable when your body is ready for it. I want to make sure you’re ready,” he murmurs, voice a low, rumbling promise.
Her legs part further.
An invitation.
He nips, bites, kisses the delicate flesh of her thighs. Waits for her muscles to relax, her legs to soften into receptivity.And they do.
He travels higher toward her center, kisses becoming more decadent.
Her pussy glistens, already wet with desire. With want. Need.
She’s fucking perfect.
So Teddy moves.
His tongue sweeps through her center, and Seren’s sharp intake of breath cuts through the air.
Her legs clench around his frame in surprise.
He finds her clit, his tongue working her, sucking, licking, teasing like a man committed to rapture and nothing less.
Seren’s back arches off the bed, still scrambling to catch up with what he’s doing.
His hands trace idle circles on her hips, inviting her to receive, to calm, to allow. His tongue laps at her, splitting through her middle and drinking her in.
The fucking taste of her is divine.
He could spend the rest of his life worshipping her like this and still die hungry for more.
“Relax, Seren. Let me give you what you want,” he soothes.
She hums her acknowledgment, her thighs relaxing again.
“Move your hips against me. Find what feels good for you. Tell me what you like,” he instructs between licks.
At first, she doesn’t move, still gaining her confidence.
He does not stop, his tongue working her clit, slowly changing rhythm to see how her body responds to him.
He lifts the pace just slightly, and a low purr tears from her lips.
“You like that?” he asks, voice raw.
“Mmmm,” she hums, and her hips roll. Just once.
“Do that again,” he encourages.
She grinds her hips against his mouth.
“Gods,” she breathes.
“I love seeing you let go for me, Seren,” Teddy praises. “Keep going.”
She does.
Her hips grind and roll in waves, steady and rhythmic, like her body has finally taken control.
