Page 19 of True Blue

My fingers run through the hair on his chest, gently scratching in a way that makes his eyes fall closed.

God, he’s magnificent.

Big, powerful, strong. He’s not super cut; his body fat is not at a concerning level to show off washboard abs that men seem to think every woman on the planet wants. Not me. Teddy is lush and soft and healthy. I love that he has a little bit of padding over his muscles.

He’s so masculine, it’s making my mouth water, and my pussy grow wetter and wetter.

“Really?” he asks, suddenly sounding a little shy. “I gained a little weight in the last year⁠—”

“I love your body, Teddy,” I moan, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Grabbing his hand, trailing it over my belly, down, down, down. I guide it inside my pants and underwear, and we both gasp at the first feeling of his warm hands on my wet cunt.

“Holy shit,” Teddy rasps, fingers sliding between my lips. “All this for me, baby?”

“Mhm…” I hum. “Do you feel how much I love your body?”

I’ve been with men and women of all shapes and sizes, and I can confidently say I’ve never felt so turned on. What I feel for Teddy has gone past physical connection. I don’t just want his body, I want his mind, and I want his heart, too.

And that scares me a little.

Sex has always been relatively easy for me. I lost my virginity too young at fourteen, not understanding the consequences or even my own body.

I was doing it because the people around me were, so I figured I might as well get it out of the way. It was all the wrong reasons, but that’s what your teen years are for—bad decisions that turn into lessons.

Freshman year of college, I truly understood sex and that I was capable of detaching feelings from it. It usually works out better for me to do so. Emotions are messy and difficult, and I was at a point back then when I couldn’t spare any more mental fortitude for anything beyond work and school.

And yet I’m not stopping with Teddy, even with the immense feelings thrumming through my body for him. I’m jumping into the water, arms wide, smile wider, and heart full.

Teddy’s eyes are wild now as he gently strokes me, growing even wilder when I cup his hard cock over his jeans. He pulls his hand from my pants, immediately sticking his fingers in his mouth.

I swear I see his pupils dilate from the taste of me.

There’s that rumbling noise from his chest again, and his hands move a little frantically as he pulls off my scrub top and undershirt. I reach behind me to undo the clasp of my bra, letting it fall down my arms and tossing it aside.

Teddy’s face goes slack at the sight of my bare tits, which makes me giggle and push him back onto the bed. Though he’s as strong as an ox, he lets me push him and dramatically flops down on my baby blue comforter.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he sighs.

I giggle, and then he watches, eyes hazy as I wiggle my hips to maneuver my pants down my legs, leaving me in my light blue panties.

He gulps. “Yep. Definitely dead. Definitely heaven.”

“Good thing I’m a doctor,” I tease, crawling onto the bed toward him and straddling his waist.

He looks me in the eye, and I take his hands, guiding them right to my breasts. His warm hands gently knead, feeling so good and making my hips rotate to grind my aching pussy against his hard cock.

“God, how are you even better than my fantasy? You’re so fucking pretty, honey,” Teddy murmurs, squeezing my tits and gently pinching my nipples. I’m whining against his mouth and rocking my hips desperate for friction.

Teddy reaches up one hand to gently cradle my cheek and turns me toward my full-length mirror by my bed. I gasp when I see us. We look good together, I realize, slotted against each other like missing pieces finally reunited.

Teddy moans as I grind particularly hard, the movement making my tits bounce.

“That’s it. Look at you, Indie,” he groans out through gritted teeth, our eyes locked in the mirror. “Look at my pretty girl, with the prettiest tits and the prettiest blue eyes—fuck...”

My pretty girl.

His. His. His.