Page 33 of True Blue

Then I do the same for him. And I feel in my element—caring for someone. Caring for him.

Teddy grins, “You know I took a shower a couple of hours⁠—”

I kiss him to quiet him, and he smiles against my lips.

“Shh… let me wash you,” I say when I pull back, massaging the shampoo into his own hair.

“You’re right,” he rumbles, his eyes closing in pleasure. “I’m standing naked in a shower with the most brilliant, the most beautiful woman in the world. Why am I still talking?”

My hands run over his muscles, appreciating him the way I did the other day, loving the striations appearing when they tense, when he turns, when he lifts his arms.

He wraps the towel I hand him from the linen closet around his waist and then scoops me up again.

“You know,” he says, pressing his lips to mine and expertly navigating us to my bed. “I’m still a little hungry.”

“Oh. Do you want to order something? There’s a Chinese place around the corner that’s open until like three.”

“No,” he says, gently placing me on the bed. “I’m craving… honey.”

A smile spreads across my face as I catch his meaning, scooting back onto the bed and untying the knot of my towel. My skin is still a little damp, and the breeze from the open window causes my nipples to harden immediately. Teddy just stares at me as I recline back on my bed, grinning at him and spreading my legs.

“Dig in,” I reply huskily.

Teddy drops to his knees and crawls—literally fucking crawls—to me. I moan at the sight of him, something there, something that my lust filled brain can’t catch onto just yet.

His eyes are locked onto mine as he hooks my legs over his broad shoulders and maintains eye contact as he drops his head.

And licks a long strip from my entrance to my clit.

Again.

And again.

I toss my head back and moan, “Teddy…”

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he slurs, fingers tightening around my thighs. He opens his mouth and covers me entirely, licking and sucking. He inserts his finger, and then the one next to it, gently fucking me while his tongue licks at my clit. “I’d do this all day if you let me.”

“One day,” my hands go to his hair, tugging him toward my pussy and rocking my hips. He moans loudly at me fucking his face, a soft whine escaping his mouth. I smirk, “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Yeah? You like me fucking your face, Teddy?”

He nods, eyes wild. “I fucking love it,” he growls loudly, his fingers pumping faster. “I love you, Indie.”

“I love you too, Teddy,” I gasp, back arching. “I’m going to come—fuck⁠—”

“All over my face, pretty girl,” he snarls, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.

That’s it.

My hips keep rocking against his face as I come, drenching him. I’m momentarily worried I’m smothering him, but when I tug his hair back, he growls a muffled no and licks me through my orgasm.

As I come down, Teddy gently laps at my pussy until I pull him up. His towel unknots and slides off of him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock slides easily into my pussy, making us both gasp loudly at the connection.

And after that, there’s no more frantic movements, no more desperation.

It’s just us together.

Teddy uses long thrusts to slide in and out of me, and my own hips tilt to meet his. I whimper when the angle allows him to hit deeper, and he hikes my leg higher above his hip.

“You’re so beautiful,” Teddy slurs, moving at a slow, delicious pace. I moan softly, and clench around him. His eyes roll back, “Fuck—the noises you make are so goddamn sexy. You drive me crazy, Indie, you know that? I’m gone for you, honey, completely gone…”