Teddy #2
Licking my lips, I look right into Indie’s eyes and rumble, “Please, baby, please, can I suck your pretty tits? Please? I want to so bad…”
Indie leans down and presses her lips to mine.
“Of course you can, Teddy,” she murmurs, biting my bottom lip before reclining back. Pressing a kiss to her belly, I trail my lips over her soft skin, feeling her laugh when my beard tickles her, all the way up to her right breast.
She lets out a gaspy moan when I lick the pink tip with my tongue and gently suck it into my mouth.
Her back arches off the bed, and my hands slide under her, pulling her toward me like I’m trying to fuse into her skin.
I drag my lips to the other breast, leaving a trail of saliva like I’m trying to mark her.
“So good,” she moans. “Feels so good, Teddy—ah!”
She gasps when I gently nibble at her nipple, and I grin, swirling my tongue around the peak.
“Can I eat you out?” I groan, the smell of her reaching my nose and making me hungry. “Please, baby, can I eat your pussy?”
“Yes!” she gasps, and I press a kiss to her sternum, right over her heart, before gently easing her back onto the bed and leaning back on my knees.
Grabbing her panties, she lifts her hips to let me slide them down her legs and spreads her thighs, giving me a glimpse of heaven.
Meeting her eyes, “May I?”
She beams. “Yes.”
And I dive in, her thighs on my shoulders, my hands on her ass, raising her to my mouth, and my tongue sliding between the drenched folds of her pussy.
I feel like a man possessed at the first taste of her, licking and sucking her over and over again, groaning into her pussy as she rocks against my face. “Am I doing good?” I mumble for some reason, and my cock
“You’re so good, Teddy. Oh my God, you’re so good to me—oh, fuck, like that, Teddy bear—” Indie gasps, her hands sliding into my hair. “I’m gonna come—fuck, fuck—”
“Fuck yes,” I growl into he pussy, sliding two fingers into her and pumping fast to get her over the cliff.
And I feel the exact moment she comes, clenching around my fingers, drenching my mouth, and her sexy moan echoing off the walls.
I keep licking her through it, pumping gently, feeling her legs twitch around my head from the aftershocks.
When it becomes too much for her, she grabs my head and pulls me up between her legs to kiss me. That’s when I realize I’m fully clothed still, my nice slacks and dress shirt still on, but Indie is fully naked. The contrast feels really sexy for some reason.
Well, Indie is naked besides the necklace around her neck. Nana’s wedding ring is still on the chain around my own neck, and it slides out of my shirt, dropping down toward the ring around Indie’s neck. It’s like they’re magnets, bringing us back together, not wanting to be apart.
Not breaking our kiss, Indie’s deft fingers undo my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. I let out a rumble from my chest when I feel her hands on my body, fingers scratching lightly at my chest hair, down my stomach, down, down, down, and I moan against her mouth. She cups me through my pants.
“Are you in pain, my Teddy bear?” Indie pulls back to meet my eyes, hand gently squeezing me, offering only minuscule relief.
“Mhm…” I whimper, nodding frantically.
She gives me a sympathetic look. “Can I help you?”
“Please,” I rasp, begging now.
She smiles. “You don’t need to beg, Teddy bear. Polite bears get rewarded,” she says, undoing my zipper, reaching into my boxers, and finally—finally—pulling my cock out.
It’s red and leaking pre-cum, and Indie licks her lips as she stands from the bed, turning us around so that I’m sitting and she’s kneeling in front of me. She gives me a saucy grin as she leans down and licks the tip, my hips jumping and making her hum.
“But so do naughty bears.”
Indie takes me all the way into her mouth, euphoria traveling to every nerve in my body.
I feel like a live-wire, every single cell in my body burning for Indie as she licks and sucks me.
And despite the electricity, I feel safe and secure with Indie.
So fucking happy I want to cry. Indie has total control over me right now, and I surrender to the pleasure.
Indie goes in waves, like we’re of one mind, and she knows just when I’m about to come.
She takes me right to the edge with her mouth, and then slows to a torturous rhythm.
She does this twice, and I’m a whining, whimpering mess, sweat pouring down my temples, fists clenched into the sheets on the bed.
It’s the most incredible ache. The way she’s controlling my pleasure, not allowing me to come until she wants.
It’s surrender, but it also feels like control.
“Indie, baby, can I come please?”
“Not yet, Teddy,” she licks up the bottom of my dick, right along the vein.
My head drops back, “Oh my fucking god,” I moan, the pleasure reaching a boiling point.
“It’s going to feel so good, I promise,” Indie smiles, swirling her tongue around the tip.
This new dynamic that we stumbled upon, a little sloppy and reckless at first, is like a final puzzle piece of our relationship, locking into place.
I feel safe.
I feel whole.
And curiosity is a funny thing.
“Capybara,” I say.
In an instant, Indie springs back off of me, her eyes shooting to mine, the blue wide with concern and worry. She steps back, which I don’t like because I reach toward her. But she keeps a distance, holding her hands out between us.
“Teddy?” she asks, her tone thick and alarmed. “Are you okay? What did I do?”
I just look at her in awe.
“Teddy, what’s wrong?”
“You listened,” I say simply, smiling.
She blinks, brow furrowing in confusion.
“I told you I would—are you okay? Did I do something—”
I shake my head and scoop her up off the ground, my arm going under her ass she wraps her legs around my waist.
Turning, I gently lay her back down on the bed and hover over her, my other hand going to her face to cradle her jaw.
“You make me feel so safe,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes and emotion choking my throat.
Indie’s eyes soften, and her own eyes shimmer with tears.
Leaning up, she presses her lips to mine.
“You make me feel so adored,” she whispers. “I love you, Teddy.”
That’s it. That’s what we needed from each other. It seems so simple, but it’s not. It's never really that way, but that’s what makes it special. Because relationships, I’ve learned, are work.
It’s consistent communication, understanding, choosing each other over and over again when it’s hard, when the person has hurt your feelings, speaking up when they do so, and not having the fear that they’ll react badly.
It’s placing your heart in someone else’s hands and hoping they’ll keep it safe.
I allowed hers to be mistreated, and she placed mine down and left.
And now we’re together again.
Unbreakable.
“I love you too, Indie. So much.”
She smiles and reaches down between us. We don’t even wait for me to take my pants off, too eager, and I, for the first time in too long, slide into Indie.
We gasp at the contact, and I can’t resist her sweet, plump lips as I lean down to kiss her. I keep my tempo nice and easy, neither of us feeling that same frantic energy earlier. It’s settled into something that feels heavy, but a good warm weight around us.
“Tell me you’re an artist,” Indie gasps out.
“I’m an artist,” I moan.
“Tell me you’re an amazing artist,” Indie smiles, moaning when I grind my hips, rubbing against her clit.
Tears sting my eyes at her words.
“I’m an amazing artist,” I groan, and Indie pushes me back to roll us over so that she’s on top. My hands go to her hips as she gently rolls them, and leans down so that I can catch a nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking.
Indie moans, holding my head to her chest as she rides me.
“Tell me that you know you’re safe with me.”
Popping off her nipple, I lean back to look her right in her eyes.
“I’m safe with you,” I say, reaching up to pull her mouth down to mine. I pull back only to growl. “And you’re safe with me, Indie.”
“I love you,” she gasps, eyes locked onto mine. “God—I love you so much, Teddy…”
“I will always love you. I will always choose you, Indie,” I moan against her lips. “Always, honey. Always.”
A week later, I’m placing Nana’s desk in the center of what is now Indie’s office.
The desk is very familiar to me, a strong, heavy piece of wood with some dents and dings that I offered to sand and stain for Indie, but she refused, saying she liked the reminder of Nana, of the life this desk saw before it became ours.
I remember Nana sitting at the desk, me lying on the floor next to her as I played with blocks.
“That is a mighty fine structure, Teddy,” she would compliment whatever architectural abomination my six-year-old self came up with.
And now it’s Indie’s, and that thought makes my chest feel too full.
All of Nana’s furniture has been moved from Indie’s former apartment. Lease broken, address changed, and we're finally under one roof.
After last week, after we made love for the first time since everything fell apart, we were lying tangled together in my bed. Indie’s head was on my chest, her hair spread across my skin, her fingers running through my chest hair.
“Move in here, Indie,” I said abruptly. It was building in me the entire time; I’m surprised I didn’t shout it the second time I came with her bouncing on top of me. Indie’s hand paused on my chest, and I held my breath as she tilted her face up to meet mine.
She looked at me for a long moment before she smiled.
“Okay,” she said, laying her head back down.
I blinked. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she confirmed, her smile turning brighter.
I was halfway out of bed before she grabbed my arm and shoved me back down. “Can we go get your stuff now?!”
“Teddy,” she laughed, shoving at my chest before straddling me. “We’re naked.”
My hands went to her hip and squeezed. I didn’t see the issue in her words.
“That’s not a no!”