INDIE SEPTEMBER
INDIE
SEPTEMBER
In between kisses, as we stumble to my bed, we mutter about sexual history. It’s been about ten months for me. For Teddy, a couple of years, which surprised me.
“Ex-girlfriend. Cheated. Not a fun story,” Teddy mutters, reluctant to detach his lips from mine.
“Noted,” I reply, biting down on his bottom lip. He groans in response, his big hand grabbing my ass and squeezing.
My hands make quick work of Teddy’s t-shirt, fingers running over the exposed skin, the thick hair covering his chest, and feeling his muscles tense under my hands.
It’s not discomfort, because Teddy’s moan at the first feel of my hands is definitely one of pleasure. It’s like an electric charge, a current jumping from me to him and back.
His big, warm hands are everywhere—trailing over my ass, my lower back, dipping under the waistband of my scrubs to squeeze my hips.
“Your skin is so soft,” Teddy murmurs against my mouth. “God, honey, you feel amazing...”
Moaning, I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing his and I bite down on his lip again. He seems to like that because he growls deep. I hum my appreciation—my rumbling Teddy bear.
My fingers run through the hair on his chest, gently scratching in a way that makes his eyes fall closed.
God, he’s magnificent.
Big, powerful, strong. He’s not super cut; his body fat is not at a concerning level to show off washboard abs that men seem to think every woman on the planet wants. Not me. Teddy is lush and soft and healthy. I love that he has a little bit of padding over his muscles.
He’s so masculine, it’s making my mouth water, and my pussy grow wetter and wetter.
“Really?” he asks, suddenly sounding a little shy. “I gained a little weight in the last year—”
“I love your body, Teddy,” I moan, pressing a kiss to his chest.
Grabbing his hand, trailing it over my belly, down, down, down. I guide it inside my pants and underwear, and we both gasp at the first feeling of his warm hands on my wet cunt.
“Holy shit,” Teddy rasps, fingers sliding between my lips. “All this for me, baby?”
“Mhm…” I hum. “Do you feel how much I love your body?”
I’ve been with men and women of all shapes and sizes, and I can confidently say I’ve never felt so turned on. What I feel for Teddy has gone past physical connection. I don’t just want his body, I want his mind, and I want his heart, too.
And that scares me a little.
Sex has always been relatively easy for me. I lost my virginity too young at fourteen, not understanding the consequences or even my own body.
I was doing it because the people around me were, so I figured I might as well get it out of the way. It was all the wrong reasons, but that’s what your teen years are for—bad decisions that turn into lessons.
Freshman year of college, I truly understood sex and that I was capable of detaching feelings from it. It usually works out better for me to do so. Emotions are messy and difficult, and I was at a point back then when I couldn’t spare any more mental fortitude for anything beyond work and school.
And yet I’m not stopping with Teddy, even with the immense feelings thrumming through my body for him. I’m jumping into the water, arms wide, smile wider, and heart full.
Teddy’s eyes are wild now as he gently strokes me, growing even wilder when I cup his hard cock over his jeans. He pulls his hand from my pants, immediately sticking his fingers in his mouth.
I swear I see his pupils dilate from the taste of me.
There’s that rumbling noise from his chest again, and his hands move a little frantically as he pulls off my scrub top and undershirt. I reach behind me to undo the clasp of my bra, letting it fall down my arms and tossing it aside.
Teddy’s face goes slack at the sight of my bare tits, which makes me giggle and push him back onto the bed. Though he’s as strong as an ox, he lets me push him and dramatically flops down on my baby blue comforter.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he sighs.
I giggle, and then he watches, eyes hazy as I wiggle my hips to maneuver my pants down my legs, leaving me in my light blue panties.
He gulps. “Yep. Definitely dead. Definitely heaven.”
“Good thing I’m a doctor,” I tease, crawling onto the bed toward him and straddling his waist.
He looks me in the eye, and I take his hands, guiding them right to my breasts. His warm hands gently knead, feeling so good and making my hips rotate to grind my aching pussy against his hard cock.
“God, how are you even better than my fantasy? You’re so fucking pretty, honey,” Teddy murmurs, squeezing my tits and gently pinching my nipples. I’m whining against his mouth and rocking my hips desperate for friction.
Teddy reaches up one hand to gently cradle my cheek and turns me toward my full-length mirror by my bed. I gasp when I see us. We look good together, I realize, slotted against each other like missing pieces finally reunited.
Teddy moans as I grind particularly hard, the movement making my tits bounce.
“That’s it. Look at you, Indie,” he groans out through gritted teeth, our eyes locked in the mirror. “Look at my pretty girl, with the prettiest tits and the prettiest blue eyes—fuck...”
My pretty girl.
His. His. His.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
My mind is all clouded, catching onto words and repeating them in my head. I’m a damn fiend for his sweet words, growled softly against my skin.
“Yes. Yours, Teddy,” I moan, moving my hips even faster.
Teddy leans up, making me sit back in his lap as he—finally—catches my nipple in his mouth. I gasp at the combination of the sensation of his warm mouth sucking lightly and the sight of us in the mirror.
“Oh, fuck—that feels so good,” I cry out.
“Yeah?” he asks, nibbling lightly and then soothing.
“Yeah,” I moan, throwing my head back and pushing my tits further into his mouth. His tongue flattens against my hard peak, before sucking hard. “Mmm... Teddy, that’s so good, you’re so good—just like that….”
Something lights up in his eyes at my words.
“Keep telling me what feels good, baby,” Teddy moans around my breast. “Please, I want to make you feel good.”
“You don’t have to be too gentle, but don’t grab me too hard,” I say, placing my hand over the one on my tit and squeezing like I prefer. “Yes, more tongue—suck a little harder—yes, just like that—fuck, fuck, fuck—”
My hips move almost frantically as I rub myself to a fast approaching orgasm.
“Fuck—are you gonna come?” he asks, popping off my tit. I nod frantically and grab his head, pulling it back to my nipple, and he chuckles before resuming sucking and licking. “Come for me, Indie, honey—baby—please, please, please, I need you to come for me—”
“Teddy, Teddy, Teddy,” I cry out, the sound of him begging me to come too much. Something is there, but my lust fueled brain can’t grab onto it as I teeter over the edge.
Pleasure erupts, spreading through my entire body. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve come this hard, and he wasn’t even inside of me.
My eyes are closed, but I feel Teddy pressing featherlight kisses all over my face, and he just holds me to him. It’s nice.
After I come, I usually need a come-down period, the sensations too overwhelming and making me feel everything too much. This feels like Teddy instinctively understands what I need and gives it to me. He handed me control and he let me take my pleasure.
After a few minutes, he whispers in my ear, “You come so fucking pretty.”
Those words jolt me back to life. I tilt my face up to catch his lips. His cock is hard, practically straining against his jeans.
I imagine it’s probably uncomfortable.
I should help him with that.
Crawling down, I send him a smirk and press gentle kisses to his jaw, his chest, his belly, before leaning back to undo his belt buckle.
Before I do, I meet his eyes.
“Hm... I really want to suck your cock, Teddy,” I ask. “Would you like that?”
Teddy swallows hard and nods.
“Take it out and let me see it,” I whisper. “I want to see you.”
Licking his lips with his eyes alight, I lean back on my heels to watch as he quickly undoes his pants, pulls them off, allowing his cock to spring free.
“Oh, Teddy…” I sigh. He’s a perfect size, not too long—it never feels good when it’s too long—but he’s thick. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.
But first, “Stroke your cock for me, Teddy. Show me how you like it.”
Teddy blinks, seemingly surprised by my request, but not displeased. Even though I just came, my pussy is tingling once more as I watch Teddy grip his beautiful cock firmly and start to move his fist up and down.
“That’s it,” I whisper, almost feeling possessed. I meet his heavy gaze and smile. “You’re doing so good showing me. Is that how you like it? You like it more firm?”
He nods, chest heaving.
“Yes…” he hisses.
“Okay,” I say, making a note. “Good job. Can I try now, Teddy?”
He nods frantically now.
“Please,” he gasps. “Please, please—touch me, baby. I need—”
I’m not quite sure where this boldness is coming from. I’m confident in sex and I like having control, but this is… something else.
And I think it’s only like this because of Teddy.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Teddy,” I say, replacing his hand with mine as I firmly grasp his cock, the skin almost silky soft. He’s circumcised, the head leaking pre-cum and my mouth waters. “Is this good for you?”
“Yes,” he whines, his hips jerking.
“You have such a nice cock. Do you know that?," I purr. "So nice and thick. It feels perfect in my hand, Teddy."
His eyes light up.
I smirk. “I think it would feel even better in my mouth."
Teddy’s eyes roll to the back of his head, but I wait until he looks at me again.
“Can I? Can I put my mouth on you?”
“Oh, my fucking God,” Teddy groans loudly, his cock twitching in my hand.
“Tell me, Teddy,” I say firmly. “Tell me I can suck your cock. Tell me you want me to.”