6. Indie #2
Teddy grins, “You know I took a shower a couple of hours—”
I kiss him to quiet him, and he smiles against my lips.
“Shh… let me wash you,” I say when I pull back, massaging the shampoo into his own hair.
“You’re right,” he rumbles, his eyes closing in pleasure. “I’m standing naked in a shower with the most brilliant, the most beautiful woman in the world. Why am I still talking?”
My hands run over his muscles, appreciating him the way I did the other day, loving the striations appearing when they tense, when he turns, when he lifts his arms.
He wraps the towel I hand him from the linen closet around his waist and then scoops me up again.
“You know,” he says, pressing his lips to mine and expertly navigating us to my bed. “I’m still a little hungry.”
“Oh. Do you want to order something? There’s a Chinese place around the corner that’s open until like three.”
“No,” he says, gently placing me on the bed. “I’m craving… honey.”
A smile spreads across my face as I catch his meaning, scooting back onto the bed and untying the knot of my towel.
My skin is still a little damp, and the breeze from the open window causes my nipples to harden immediately.
Teddy just stares at me as I recline back on my bed, grinning at him and spreading my legs.
“Dig in,” I reply huskily.
Teddy drops to his knees and crawls—literally fucking crawls—to me. I moan at the sight of him, something there, something that my lust filled brain can’t catch onto just yet.
His eyes are locked onto mine as he hooks my legs over his broad shoulders and maintains eye contact as he drops his head.
And licks a long strip from my entrance to my clit.
Again.
And again.
I toss my head back and moan, “Teddy…”
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he slurs, fingers tightening around my thighs. He opens his mouth and covers me entirely, licking and sucking. He inserts his finger, and then the one next to it, gently fucking me while his tongue licks at my clit. “I’d do this all day if you let me.”
“One day,” my hands go to his hair, tugging him toward my pussy and rocking my hips. He moans loudly at me fucking his face, a soft whine escaping his mouth. I smirk, “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Yeah? You like me fucking your face, Teddy?”
He nods, eyes wild. “I fucking love it,” he growls loudly, his fingers pumping faster. “I love you, Indie.”
“I love you too, Teddy,” I gasp, back arching. “I’m going to come—fuck—”
“All over my face, pretty girl,” he snarls, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.
That’s it.
My hips keep rocking against his face as I come, drenching him. I’m momentarily worried I’m smothering him, but when I tug his hair back, he growls a muffled no and licks me through my orgasm.
As I come down, Teddy gently laps at my pussy until I pull him up. His towel unknots and slides off of him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock slides easily into my pussy, making us both gasp loudly at the connection.
And after that, there’s no more frantic movements, no more desperation.
It’s just us together.
Teddy uses long thrusts to slide in and out of me, and my own hips tilt to meet his. I whimper when the angle allows him to hit deeper, and he hikes my leg higher above his hip.
“You’re so beautiful,” Teddy slurs, moving at a slow, delicious pace. I moan softly, and clench around him. His eyes roll back, “Fuck—the noises you make are so goddamn sexy. You drive me crazy, Indie, you know that? I’m gone for you, honey, completely gone…”
“You make me so happy, Teddy.” His grip on my thigh tightens. “Please, don’t stop—never stop, oh my God, you feel so good—”
Teddy kisses me, slow and deep, both of us panting against each other's mouths.
My hands tangle his hair, his hands move down to my ass, squeezing, pulling me in, and he thrusts into me. He picks up his pace, faster and faster, the tenderness of my pussy from him eating me out making me feel like an exposed nerve in the best way.
“Come inside me,” I gasp. “I want to feel you—”
“Indie, baby—fuck, I’m coming,” he growls into my neck, his muscles tensing under my hands as the orgasm takes him. His hips are still moving even as his orgasm fades, like he doesn’t want to stop.
And I don’t want him to.
I want this moment to stretch, to last forever. I feel even closer to Teddy now, in a way I’ve never felt before with sex. Usually, at this point, I would be scooping up my clothes and trying to figure out a way to get them out so I could decompress in my bed alone.
But I don’t want Teddy to go anywhere. I want him as close as possible. I want him to stay.
Forever.
“I’ve never…” Teddy gasps.
“What?”
“I’ve never felt like that,” he says, his voice hoarse.
I smile, tilting my head. “Yeah?”
“It’s never been like that, Indie. Never. I love you so much, baby—”
And even though I already came on his face, he leans down to pull my nipple into his mouth, sucking softly as he reaches down to rub my clit.
“Need you feel you come on my cock, Indie—please, baby, let me feel it—”
I do, tossing my head back as my pussy clenches around his cock over and over, the orgasm washing over me in a calm wave.
“Teddy,” I whimper, his lips curling at the sound.
“There it is,” he murmurs, his fingers slowing as my orgasm slowly fades. He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out of me, he just lies on top of me, his face buried into my neck.
My hands stroke up and down his back, feeling his muscles twitch under my fingers.
“Are you okay?” I ask after a few minutes, and he nods.
“Just… want to live in this moment for a while.”
I giggle. “Stay as long as you like.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he chuckles, pressing soft kisses to my skin.
“Your family really likes me?” I ask, the question bursting from my mouth.
“I don’t really want to talk about my family when I’m inside of you, honey,” he says, though he’s smiling.
“Sorry,” I mutter, feeling my cheeks heat. “I just… I don’t know...”
He gently pulls out of me, and we both pout at the loss of contact. Unconcerned with the mess leaking out of me—I should change these sheets anyway—I roll over toward his open arms and cuddle into his chest. He reaches down for my fluffy blanket and pulls it over us, tucking my head under his chin.
Our hands play with each other, palm to palm, my hands tracing over the calluses and small scars all over his fingers. He brings my fingers to his mouth and kisses each one, the tips, the knuckles, even sticking his tongue out to lick me, making me giggle.
After a few moments of silence, Teddy breaks it.