His mouth keeps working, tongue grinding against her clit in a steady rhythm, as her hips rise to meet him.
His fingers pump in and out, and gods, she’s wet.
His cock throbs at the feel of her. The sight of her. The sight of her watching him and not looking away. The sight of a woman so thoroughly claiming her pleasure without shame or hesitation.
The muscles of her pussy clench around his fingers.
“That’s it, Seri. Grind against me,” he instructs.
Her pace increases, hips rolling and bouncing like a woman meeting her edge.
He curls his fingers again?—
And she shatters. Her head throws back in a wild arc of ecstasy, gaze finally breaking as her moan floods the room, primal, electric, feral.
Teddy doesn’t stop, his tongue pressing against her clit, his fingers working her.
She wraps around him in tight, ragged squeezes, and his cock twitches in his pants, desperate for her to do that aroundhim.
She rides the crest of her pleasure, until every last pulse is wrung from her. Her legs tremble. Sweat glistens on her brow. And her entire body goes slack.
She falls back on the bed, thoroughly ravished.
“Gods, you are so beautiful when you come, Seren,” Teddy admires, voice thick with worship and ruin.
That drags another whimper from her.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she murmurs.
Her eyes track back to Teddy, a smirk kicking up her lips.
“So, this is what El was talking about,” she breathes, voice still hoarse from moaning.
Teddy chuckles. “Yes. That is what we heard through the walls… a lot.”
Seren smiles, but she doesn’t speak for a heartbeat.
Two.
Then—
“I probably wouldn’t have asked you not to touch me if I knew this was what I was missing,” she quips.
And Teddy laughs.
Unrestrained. Bold. Real.
“I’m not done yet,” he counters, pressing another kiss to her thigh. “This is only the beginning of what I have planned for you.”
Seren swallows thickly at the promise, but her eyes settle on him seductively.
“Then show me what I’ve been missing,” she challenges.
Teddy presses to stand from his knees, a small smile breaking free on his lips.
His hands move to the laces at this waistband.
“You might want to grab hold of the bedpost.”
