33. Teddy
CHAPTER 33
TEDDY
If someone told me that while I was in Greece, I’d be waking up one morning to the delicious sensation of Vanessa’s mouth wrapped around my dick, I would’ve been certain they were lying, too afraid to get my hopes up for such a thing.
Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I groan at the vision that is a naked Vanessa between my thighs. We had sex three times last night, but apparently it wasn’t enough for her. I never would’ve taken Vanessa for someone so sexually voracious, but I should’ve known better.
She hums as she works her hand and mouth over my cock.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan, my voice deep and scratchy from sleep. I gather her hair away from her face so I can see her better. “I fucking love your mouth, and I love fucking your mouth.” She laughs and the action of it around my cock is mind-blowing. “Holy shit!” I can’t hold myself back, and I blow my load right into her mouth. She takes it all though, and after she’s swallowed, she gives me an innocent look that’s ruined by the evil twinkle in her eyes. “Come here.” I crook a finger, encouraging her to climb up my body. She doesn’t have to be told twice. “Sit on my face,” I command. Now, she chooses to hesitate.
“Teddy,” she says my name softly, hesitantly. “Are you sure?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I narrow my eyes, not sure where she’s coming from.
“I mean, my thighs are kind of big and?—”
“Fuck that shit, don’t worry about me, if I tell you to sit on my face, it’s because I fucking want you too. Now give me that pussy.”
She hesitates only a second longer before she does as I asked. I loop my arms around her thighs, holding her steady. My nose presses against her clit and I swipe my tongue against her core. She cries out, and I hear her hands slam into the headboard above me. Hopefully she grabs onto it, because she’s going to need something to hold on to since I plan on staying here a while.
I had sex with a girl one time who wasn’t into oral—and that’s fine if it’s not your thing—but her reasoning was she was embarrassed about how she’d taste.
Like what the fuck does that mean?
I know it’s not going to taste like a pineapple or strawberries or whatever the fuck else. A pussy tastes like a pussy, just the way I like it.
“Oh God, Teddy,” Vanessa cries out above me. I can already feel myself growing hard again from the taste of her and the little sounds she makes. It doesn’t take much to turn me on where Vanessa’s involved. She could read a fudge recipe to me, and I’d get hard.
I lap at her juices, holding on tighter to her when her legs tremble.
“I’m almost there … so close … yes .” She goes off, griding her pussy into my face, and I take everything she gives me.
Guiding her back down onto the bed, I swipe a condom from the table and put it on in record time. Lifting her hips, I enter her from behind. Her pussy squeezes my cock and I bow over her back. “Fuck, babe.” I reach for her boob, tweaking a nipple which makes her shriek. “Keep squeezing my cock like that, and I’m not going to last long.”
“I like it when you can’t control yourself.” She wiggles her ass against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
I spank her ass, and she cries out in surprise. That cry quickly turns into a long, drawn-out moan. “You like that?” It’s a rhetorical question. I know her body backward and forwards, inside out now. “You like it when I spank you?” I do it again and she moans. “I like seeing my handprints on your ass.”
“Oh God,” she moans.
She also likes it when I talk dirty, but she won’t admit it.
Throwing my head back, I pump into her, fucking her hard. She takes everything I have to give and then some. Fast, slow, hard, or soft, Vanessa doesn’t care, and I love her for that. She wants it all, not just something basic.
I pull another orgasm from her before I pull out of her and rip the condom off. It only takes a few strokes of my cock before I come all over backside, relishing in the image of dirtying her up.
“Fuck,” I growl. “That’s hot.”
Vanessa collapses onto her stomach on the covers, breathing rapidly as she struggles to regain composure. Slipping from the bed, I clean myself up in the bathroom and grab a washcloth, dampening it with warm water. She looks at me with wide, surprised eyes as I clean her up.
“You came all over me and now you’re cleaning me up?” She turns her head back, watching me as I wipe the cloth over her.
“What can I say? I’m a gentleman. A filthy one, but a gentleman nonetheless.”
When she doesn’t roll her eyes at me, I know I’ve fucked her so thoroughly there’s no sass left in her for the moment. As soon as she regains her energy it’ll return.
Bending, I kiss her naked shoulder.
“I don’t want to go home,” she admits quietly. “I love it here.”
We board the plane in just a few hours, and I’m not looking forward to it either. Despite my father’s presence aboard the yacht, this has been the most enjoyable vacation I’ve ever had, and I know it’s all due to the woman lying in my bed.
“Me either. But duty calls.” More like school calls, but whatever. At least we’re nearing graduation. “What do you want to do today?” I climb into bed beside her after tossing the cloth in the hamper. We’re lying the wrong way, but who cares.
“Whatever you want and then…”
“And then?” I prompt, wondering what she’s thinking when her face turns a bright red color.
“And then I was thinking when we’re on the plane…”
“Yeah?”
She traces a finger over my chest, playing with one of the stray hairs there. “Well, I don’t think I’d mind it so much if we joined the mile high club.”
“Yeah?” I cup her cheek, leaning in to kiss her.
“Yeah,” she echoes.
I knew there was a reason this girl was placed in my path, and it’s because she’s fucking perfect for me in every possible way.