Page 44 of True Blue

“Indie,” he moans, biting softly at my neck when I slide him inside of me.

His one hand remains on my tit, while the other holds my hip as he gently eases in and out of me. It seems we both realize where we are and that we don’t have time to savor, because his pace picks up.

I reach back and tilt his chin to me, covering his mouth with mine to muffle both of our moans.

“You feel so good,” Teddy whimpers.

I lick into his mouth. He lets go of my breast to reach down and play with my clit, rubbing just how I showed him to. Fuck, the combination of the thrill of getting caught has me heading toward my orgasm fast.

“Mm… you’re close, aren’t you?” Teddy growls. “Yeah, I can feel this perfect pussy squeezing my cock. Come for me, honey. I fucking love you so much⁠—”

“I—love—you—” I gasp out, coming hard, Teddy’s mouth covering mine to cover the noise I’m making.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s my honey.”

Once my orgasm eases, I pull off of him and pull up my jeans. He jokingly pouts for a moment before I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth.

My juices covering his cock make me hum, some kind of strange, primal feeling rising inside of me—mine, mine, mine.

Teddy shoves a fist in his mouth to keep from bellowing.

If I’m loud in bed, Teddy is thunderous.

I love every single noise he makes—his grunts, his growls, his moans, his whimpers, and the way he’ll roar out my name like he wants everyone to know who made him come.

Maintaining eye contact with Teddy, I stroke and suck him. His balls have tightened, showing me that he’s close. If the tension on his face wasn’t any indication.

“Indie, I’m coming, honey,” he rasps.

I nod, and his entire face screws up tight and goes red as he bites hard down on his fist. His dick twitches in my mouth as I swallow, my other hand reaching up to his chest. He grabs my hand and presses kisses all over it as I clean up every drop.

Teddy reaches down, his strength never ceasing to amaze me as he scoops me clean off the floor and kisses me.

Teddy and I seem to hold the same beliefs. It’s kind of sexy to taste yourself on their lips, just as it is for me to taste myself on his cock.

Mine, mine, mine.

Teddy carries us over to the bed and sits down against the dark wood headboard, pulling me into his lap. He presses sweet kisses to my head, my cheeks, our hands tangling together as we bask in the afterglow.

I always think I’ve reached the edge of how much I can love him, and then Teddy goes and widens the universe again.

I’ve never thought I would be understood like this before, accepted as I am.

It makes me hopeful.

At work, I’m surrounded by death. By this cruel disease that eats through the body and takes pieces of the soul with it. I’m immersed in death and fear and anxiety every single day.

I was never scared of death.

Not until I met Teddy.

“I’ve definitely never done that in here before,” Teddy gasps, kissing me gently. He chuckles, “If only I could go back and tell teen Teddy—one day, you’re going to make love to your dream girl in here. He wouldn’t even believe it.”

I giggle, wiggling against him.

“Glad I could christen your childhood bedroom.”

“I think Pickles is happy about it, too,” he says, pointing to the stuffed bear sitting on the bean bag by the window. He covers my body with his hands, and I laugh as he glares at the adorable, big-eyed bear. “Hey, eyes off my girl!”