Chapter 18 #2
“I was…gonna…taste you…first…” he grits out as I moan around his tip, his hands moving to cup my cheek. Fire burns between my thighs, spurring me on as I try to make him feel as good as he made me feel yesterday.
“Wait,” he gasps, gently pulling me off him. “Dove, if you keep goin’, I’m going to come down that pre’ty throat of yours.”
Licking my lips, I grin up at him. “I fail to see the issue.” His pained expressions stares back at me, and I find myself frowning. “You…don’t want that?”
He growls. And then just like Ethan did last night, Teddy nearly tackles me to the ground, landing right next to my easel. “O’ course I want it, but I seem to remember a cer’ain mate o’ mine saying I could lick her sweet pussy next time.”
Lightning licks up my veins as he kisses the shell of my ear, and then moves down my neck. Gasping, I move to run my fingers through his hair—my elbow knocks into my easel. Our attention shoots to my canvas, which, luckily, doesn't fall over.
What does, however, is my plate I was using as a palette for all my colors.
It clatters to the floor, splattering paint everywhere.
Luckily Teddy had the foresight to put the tarp down—but we don’t go unscathed.
I stare, wide eyed, at the yellow, blue, and white paint flecked across Teddy’s face, and the glob of green that landed on his shoulder.
“Oh my gods,” I shake my head, “I’m so sorry, I—ahh!” Sensation lights up my skin as Teddy licks a stripe between my breasts. “Fuck, the paint, Teddy—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the paint,” Teddy grins.
“In fact…” He reaches for a particularly large clump of purple, smearing his whole hand through it before he uses it to squeeze my breast. The action shocks a laugh out of me.
“There.” He looks proudly at his handiwork—a perfect handprint. “Can’t wait for the guys to see this.”
“Teddy!” I gasp, but then he’s kissing down my stomach, smearing the purple across my skin as he goes. Butterflies erupt throughout my lower belly, but as I keep one hand on my alpha’s shoulder, I reach for another smear of green paint on the tarp.
He smiles into my skin as two paint-covered hands grasp his shoulders. Then…his mouth is on me.
From the first swipe of his tongue, I feel like I might float away from my body, never to return.
How can something so simple feel so damn good?
The cry that leaves me will no doubt alert the entire house as to what we’re up to, but the thought of them knowing what we’re doing somehow just adds to the pleasure.
Then, he groans into me. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, you taste so damn good.” I can only whimper in response as his tongue returns to me, licking and sucking and doing damn gymnastics or something. Because this? I’ve never felt anything this good in my entire life.
Like my blood is on fire, but cold at the same time.
Like I’m a cord pulled tight, and one swift yank will tear me in two.
The tingles start in my toes, and my hips move against his mouth. I’m right fucking there.
“Don’t stop,” I cry, my hands finding his hair, “right there, I’m so close!”
Teddy keeps the same motion, his tongue moving in tight circles, and then—I detonate.
Slick soaks the tarp under us as I scream my release, the white-hot waves of pleasure nearly making me black out.
Teddy’s tongue never leaves me as I buck against his face, and when the waves subside, leaving me panting heavily, Teddy only grins, sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Shit. I got paint in his hair.
A now-green-streaked-Teddy settles his body over mine. “‘Ow was that then, Dove? Could do better, I presume?”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Shut up. That was fucking amazing, and you know it.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I do. And…I love you.”
“I love you too.” I can’t help but smile, and then he’s kissing me again, my taste on his tongue, and my arms wrapping around his neck. “Teddy?” I pant against his lips, and he pauses. “I…want you now. Will you take me?”
“Oh, Wren,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Then, his paintless hand is grabbing his cock, lining it up with my entrance.
His head brushes over my clit, and holy shit, that’s even more intense than his tongue. My heart pounds wildly at the first press of him inside me. I gasp at the intrusion. It doesn’t…hurt, necessarily, but it isn’t exactly comfortable either. More of a slight burn than anything else.
I’m sure it might have hurt if Teddy didn’t get me very ready first. “Fuck,” he hisses, pushing his hips further, “you’re so damn tight.”
“I…ah…that’s…good?” I gasp as he continues to press into me, the width of his cock stretching me in a way I’ve never been stretched before.
He lets out a breathless laugh as his forehead falls against mine. “I’d…say so. Are you okay? Is it ‘urtin’? I’m about ‘alfway.”
Halfway? Wincing slightly, I shake my head. “No…it’s just…I’m not…used to…it. Maybe…just put it the…rest of the way…in?”
“You sure?” He looks down at me, nothing but love in his eyes.
I nod, biting my lip. I’d rather just have it all at once than drawn out discomfort.
“Okay, then, Dove,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me. “On three.”
“One.” His hand reaches between us.
“Two.” His thumb starts rubbing my clit in slow, firm circles.
“Three.” His lips seal to mine as his hips punch the rest of the way forward until his knot hits the outside of my pussy, sealing us together. He swallows my cry—the pain only lasts a second before giving way to the burning pleasure of being full of my alpha.
He kisses me relentlessly, his hand still moving between us. Pleasure sparks in my veins, and with the help of Teddy’s ministrations, the burning subsides almost completely. I’m coming undone on his cock in the blink of an eye, and when my pussy squeezes around him, he groans into my mouth.
“Fuck, are you okay?” He gasps, holding himself above me.
My legs lift, wrapping around his waist and holding him to me. “Make love to me, Teddy.” The need for him to move pulls at me, the intense desire to feel the way his cock drags against my insides takes over my brain. “Please. I need it.”
“You never ‘ave to beg, Dove.” Teddy’s soul connects with mine as he draws back slowly, and I’ve never felt so empty. But then, he fills me again in one smooth movement, and it’s like something inside of me is whole for the first time in my life. “I’m not gonna last long, you feel too good.”
This time the orgasm starts from deeper within, building slowly.
“Oh, Teddy,” I moan, my heels digging into his ass as he continues to thrust in and out. Soon, there’s no burn at all, and his pace picks up. My nails dig into his back, and he wraps an arm around my lower back, lifting me to meet him. He hits me at a different angle—and I shatter.
My pussy clenches and pulses around him as I scream my release, and then he’s groaning, my name on his lips as his hips stutter, his lips running across my cheeks, nose, eyelids as he empties himself inside me.
“Fuck,” he gasps, lowering me back down to the ground. “Are you okay? Did I ‘urt you?”
My heart is still pounding as I giggle, my legs falling from his waist. “I am so, so good.”
He lets out a breathy laugh before falling onto the ground next to me. “Paint looks good on you, Dove.” I glance down at my body, noting the pigment now covering most of me, before meeting his eyes. His hair is purple now, his body matching mine in terms of paint smears.
“It looks good on you too.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s kissing me again, and we go for round two.