Page 34 of True Blue

“You make me so happy, Teddy.” His grip on my thigh tightens. “Please, don’t stop—never stop, oh my God, you feel so good⁠—”

Teddy kisses me, slow and deep, both of us panting against each other's mouths.

My hands tangle his hair, his hands move down to my ass, squeezing, pulling me in, and he thrusts into me. He picks up his pace, faster and faster, the tenderness of my pussy from him eating me out making me feel like an exposed nerve in the best way.

“Come inside me,” I gasp. “I want to feel you⁠—”

“Indie, baby—fuck, I’m coming,” he growls into my neck, his muscles tensing under my hands as the orgasm takes him. His hips are still moving even as his orgasm fades, like he doesn’t want to stop.

And I don’t want him to.

I want this moment to stretch, to last forever. I feel even closer to Teddy now, in a way I’ve never felt before with sex. Usually, at this point, I would be scooping up my clothes and trying to figure out a way to get them out so I could decompress in my bed alone.

But I don’t want Teddy to go anywhere. I want him as close as possible. I want him to stay.

Forever.

“I’ve never…” Teddy gasps.

“What?”

“I’ve never felt like that,” he says, his voice hoarse.

I smile, tilting my head. “Yeah?”

“It’s never been like that, Indie. Never. I love you so much, baby⁠—”

And even though I already came on his face, he leans down to pull my nipple into his mouth, sucking softly as he reaches down to rub my clit.

“Need you feel you come on my cock, Indie—please, baby, let me feel it⁠—”

I do, tossing my head back as my pussy clenches around his cock over and over, the orgasm washing over me in a calm wave.

“Teddy,” I whimper, his lips curling at the sound.

“There it is,” he murmurs, his fingers slowing as my orgasm slowly fades. He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out of me, he just lies on top of me, his face buried into my neck.

My hands stroke up and down his back, feeling his muscles twitch under my fingers.

“Are you okay?” I ask after a few minutes, and he nods.

“Just… want to live in this moment for a while.”

I giggle. “Stay as long as you like.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he chuckles, pressing soft kisses to my skin.

“Your family really likes me?” I ask, the question bursting from my mouth.

“I don’t really want to talk about my family when I’m inside of you, honey,” he says, though he’s smiling.

“Sorry,” I mutter, feeling my cheeks heat. “I just… I don’t know...”

He gently pulls out of me, and we both pout at the loss of contact. Unconcerned with the mess leaking out of me—I should change these sheets anyway—I roll over toward his open arms and cuddle into his chest. He reaches down for my fluffy blanket and pulls it over us, tucking my head under his chin.

Our hands play with each other, palm to palm, my hands tracing over the calluses and small scars all over his fingers. He brings my fingers to his mouth and kisses each one, the tips, the knuckles, even sticking his tongue out to lick me, making me giggle.

After a few moments of silence, Teddy breaks it.