Just as he wanted.
He pulls back from her, lifting two fingers to his mouth, and sucking the length of them in his mouth.
Her gaze lands on him, recognition dawning. But she doesn’t look away.
Teddy stills for half a heartbeat.
Gods. She’s watching him.
Heat punches through his chest. Because she’s looking at him like she enjoys the sight. Like she wants to remember it.
“Why don’t you push up on your palms… and watch?” he suggests, and his words come out low and rough.
His jaw tightens.
And Seren moves.
She presses up on her palms, full breasts waiting to be devoured, thighs spread wide like she’s a godsdamned feast.
Heat crawls across Teddy’s skin, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
She doesn’t look away. Just drags in ragged breaths as her chest rises and falls.
“You deserve everything, Seren,” he murmurs, and he smooths a calloused hand down the inside of her thigh.
Her eyes stay on his.
Then drift lower again, watching the way his hand moves toward her entrance like she’s desperate for his touch.
The corner of his mouth twitches.
“I like it when you watch,” he admits.
A whimper escapes her, but her eyes stay fixed on his glistening fingers.
“Keep moving, exactly as you were,” he instructs.
She nods, lips parted in rapture, hair clinging to the sweat already forming on her forehead.
His fingers meet her opening.
And he slides them in, slow, gentle, before curling them just slightly.
A moan rips from her throat.
“Holy fucking…” but she doesn’t finish the sentence.
He smiles at that. At the way her body is leading her mind. At the way she softens for him. Opens for him. Lets go for him.
“Roll your hips again, Seren,” he instructs, and his mouth meets her clit again.
Her ass lifts off the bed as she pushes into her palms, her hips rock, her pussy sliding back and forth on his fingers, pressing into his mouth like a woman starved. He curls his fingers again, and the sound that comes next brings him undone.
She cries out, back arching, fingers fisting the bed sheets.
“Fuck, Teddy,” she cries, eyes still fixed on his fingers gliding into her.
Her breaths shorten, transforming into ragged pants.
