19. Teddy
TEDDY
UNFILTERED
The door barely clicks shut before I’m kissing her, and it hits me all at once, unmistakable and absolute, that something I’ve been holding back is finally breaking free.
This isn’t just want. It’s not only attraction, either; it’s something deeper, something I haven’t felt in months, maybe even years.
Her mouth opens beneath mine, soft and warm, and I tighten my grip on her waist, pulling her closer. My fingers press into her, holding on, because even an inch of space between us feels wrong, like I’ve spent too long without her pressed against me already.
“Dannica.” Her name drags against my lips, thicker now, like it’s carrying more than it should.
She answers with a low, breathy moan, and it goes straight to my cock, settling deep and pulling tight.
My hands shift on her waist, instinct taking over, and I have to steady my breathing before I take more than she’s giving.
“Tell me you want this,” I say, even though I already know what she’s going to say, already feel it in the way she leans into me instead of away, the way her hands hold on instead of letting go.
“I want this.”
That’s all it takes.
I walk her back slowly, step by step, until her spine meets the wall, the soft thud grounding the moment.
My body follows, leaving just enough space for her to move if she wants to, giving her the choice, even as everything in me strains toward her.
She doesn’t pull away. If anything, she presses closer, the heat of her bleeding into mine, and that, God, that does something to me.
My mouth leaves hers, dragging down her jaw, slower this time, deliberate, feeling every shift in her as I go—her throat, the pulse there quick under my lips—and I feel it immediately.
The way her breath catches. The way her body reacts before she can think about it.
It’s real. Unfiltered. I pause just long enough to take it in, to let it hit, because this…
this is what I’ve been missing. Not the image. Not the shot.
The reaction. The connection. The truth of it.
My hand tightens slightly at her waist, like I need to hold onto something solid while everything else tilts. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I say, my voice lower now, rougher, stripped of anything practiced. Just the raw edge of honesty.
I don’t rush her. I could. I want to. But for the first time in a long time, I don’t want the end of this. I don’t want to jump ahead to release. I want every second of it. I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, slower than necessary, letting the pace settle, letting it hold.
“Dannica, I want to take your clothes off. Tell me I can.” She inhales sharply, and I tilt her chin so she meets my eyes. “It’s okay if you want to stop.”
“Oh, hell no. No. I don’t want to stop. It’s just…”
“Just?”
“Well… it’s the headline that popped into my head.”
My smile comes slow and easy. “Care to share?”
She looks at the floor and bites her lip. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Can’t do that. Recent experience has taught me your mind is an amusing playground.”
She shakes her head. “No, I can’t.”
“Dannica, please tell me so I can continue kissing you.”
A rush of air leaves her mouth. “You don’t play fair.”
“Nope.”
“Fine, here it is. But if you laugh, I’m leaving.”
“All right, I won’t laugh.”
God, if you’re listening. Please don’t let me laugh.
She lifts her chin a little higher, determination in her eyes.
“Breaking News: Clothing prepares to vacate premises following low-voiced request.”
Fuck, she’s adorable. “Low-voiced does it for you, huh?”
“Shut up and undress me.”
My eyebrow lifts. “Your wish is my command.”
I trail my fingers slowly down the fabric of her T-shirt, over her arms, then catch the hem and lift it over her head, taking my time.
I suck in a breath when I see the turquoise bra under the functional T-shirt.
Lowering my head, I capture her nipple through the lace with my teeth.
When she throws her head back and moans, I craft a headline of my own.
FAILING PHOTOGRAPHER’S BALLS NEARLY EXPLODE WHEN GORGEOUS LOCAL WOMAN MOANS.
Heat pulses off her in waves as I move from one breast to the other.
Her hands fly to my head, and she tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.
When I scrape my teeth over her puckered bud, my name rushes from her lips.
The sound she makes slams straight through me, and I drag in a breath, my grip tightening on her hips before I can stop it.
Not wanting to break the rhythm, I move with it, keeping her close as her weight shifts into me.
“Teddy, I…I…”
“I’ve got you.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her cargo pants and panties, not willing to waste another second before I have my mouth on her. I drag them down her legs, stopping only when they catch at her shoes.
I drop to a knee, pulling off her sneakers, then her socks, tossing them aside without looking. She steps out of the clothing pooled at her feet, and I drag my hands up her legs. She’s wet, her pussy glistening for me, and a groan rips free from my throat. “Fuck, Dannica, you’re beautiful.”
I drop my other knee, hands cupping her firm ass and pulling her flush against my face.
My lips close around her clit, tongue darting into her pussy.
Her hands find my hair, and she pulls tighter.
I don’t even care if she pulls every single hair on my head out by the roots.
The sounds she is making are going to send me to my death anyway.
Her sweet taste is going to send me straight to hell.
Hooking an arm under her leg, I guide it over my shoulder so I can thrust my tongue deeper into her slick warmth. Fuck, she tastes so good.
“Oh. Oh! Teddy. Please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I alternate between sucking her clit and licking her.
When she starts thrusting her hips, I know she’s close.
When she starts whimpering and pulsing against my lips, I don’t let up.
I keep the rhythm consistent, not wanting to mess with her build.
I look up at her, my mouth never leaving her.
Her head is tipped back, her mouth parted, a deep pink rising from her chest to her neck and into her cheeks.
This is beauty in its rawest form. It’s not posed. Not curated. Not something to frame and walk away from. It’s alive and unfiltered, happening right in front of me. For the first time in a long time, I don’t just want to capture it, I want to stay in it.
Her thighs quiver against my cheeks, her grip tightening in my hair. “Teddy, I’m going to…” A long moan tears free from her. She comes apart, writhing her sweet pussy against my mouth as she cries out, and I swear I could come just from watching her.
I give her time to come down from her orgasm, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. When I lower her onto the sheets, I don’t look away. She’s stunning. The fading light moves over her skin, drawing out something softer.
“Still with me?” I ask, brushing my thumb along her jaw, needing to hear it, needing to know she’s right here in the moment.
She laughs, and it comes out all shaky. “Barely.”
I can’t help the small smile that pulls at my mouth. “Good.”
When I kiss her again, it’s different, certain. I know how she feels now, how she responds, how to meet her where she is. When her hands move over me in return, I feel it build again, steadier this time, grounded in something real.
She pulls back and frowns.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“I can taste myself on your lips.”
“Yeah, and how is it?”
She blushes. “It’s pretty damn hot.”
“You’re unreal,” I murmur, and when she laughs, I shake my head. “No, I mean it. This is unreal.”
Needing to touch her again, I move my hands over her, mapping her body with my fingertips.
I take in the way she responds, the way her body shifts toward me without hesitation.
When I lower myself and my mouth finds hers again, I’m utterly done for.
She reacts instantly, her fingers tangling in my hair once more, her breath stuttering, and something in me locks on to that.
It’s the only thing that matters. I focus on her, on every shift, every sound, every breath she drags in like she can’t get enough air, and the more she gives me, the more I want.
She tugs at my shirt. “This isn’t fair.”
“What isn’t?”
“You still have your clothes on.”
I chuckle. “What are you going to do about it?”
She starts sitting up, so I inch back to give her room, and she makes short work of removing my T-shirt.
When her fingers feather over my torso, my muscles twitch at her touch, desperate for more.
She fumbles with my belt, her hands trembling.
I make a mental note to make sure she trembles every time I touch her.
I move off the bed and quickly strip down, eager to feel more of her and impatient to wait.
The mattress dips under my weight as I climb up her body. Hands skimming over her waist, I slide into her. And fuck, it’s perfect.
My forehead drops to hers, my breathing rough now. “Okay?” I murmur.
“Yeah,” she breathes, and I believe her.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I move, not fast, not rough, just thrusting in deeper, like I’ve been starving for this exact thing and didn’t even know it.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her start to unravel under me, hear my name again in her voice, feel the way her body responds.
It drives me not to finish, not to rush.
I want to stay right there with her, to keep her there, to let it build until she breaks.
When she does, when she tightens around my cock, a groan rips from me.
Her breath catches and her nails score down my back.
“Fuck, Dannica, you feel so fucking good.”
“Teddy, I’m going to come.”
I blow out a breath in relief because I don’t know how long I can hold my own release. She pulses around me, soft sweet mewling noises filling the room.
“Dannica.” Her name slips from my lips as I crash with her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Not wanting to lose the connection, I take in the way she looks, flushed and breathless and so goddamn real. It hits me again, harder this time—I’m inspired. Not chasing it. Not forcing it. It’s just there, because of her.
I hold her waist and flip us so she is on top.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.