She was spread wide on her back on the table while I was still buried deep inside of her, smiling as she sucked in deep breaths.
“Wow. No wonder your women fall so hard for you. That was incredible.” She looked up at me with a cheeky smile before she collapsed against the table again. “Thanks.”
Thanks? Was she serious? “You’re welcome,” I growled and tweaked her nipple, a move that sent her hips bucking against me.
Teddy gave my chest a gentle push and stepped off the table, lips still pulled into a sleepy, satisfied smile. Instead of going right to pick up her clothes, she went left.
“Running away, Teddy? Afraid you’re gonna fall?” It was foolish to tease her, but dammit, how could she walk away after that?
“Yeah,” she shot over her shoulder. “I’m afraid my legs won’t hold me up,” she joked and turned to face me. “In fact, I’m debating taking that food upstairs with me so I can fall asleep with a fully belly while Netflix watches me.” She laughed again and dammit, the sound was light and free and went straight to my cock.
I met her in the middle of the dim hall and grabbed her around her waist, carrying her to where her bedroom took up one end of the house. I was determined to have Teddy again, right now. I didn’t think I’d ever get the sight of her sucking my cock out of my mind, and when I tossed her on the bed, she reached for me again, stroking me slowly.
“Teddy...”
Her tongue flicked out and tasted me and she paused. “It’s an odd taste, but I kind of like it.” She did it again, licking my cock like a fucking ice cream cone.
“That’s it,” I growled and pushed her onto her back.
Teddy threw her head back and laughed, putting one foot to my chest to stop me. “As much as I want to stare at that beautiful body of yours, I want to know how you feel from behind.”
In one swift move, she was on her hands and knees, smiling at me eagerly over her shoulder.
It was an amazing fucking sight, so beautiful my cock wept at the view. I gave her ass a smack and she moaned, loud, and rolled her hips hungrily.
“This ass was made for smacking,” I told her and smacked it again.
“Cal,” she moaned, and I slid a finger into her pulsing pussy. “Now.”
I smiled and replaced my finger with my cock, the sound she made was so loud and guttural I hardened to the point of pain. She was even tighter from this angle and when she lowered herself on her elbows, I saw stars shoot off behind my eyes.
“Oh, fucking fuck, Teddy!” I could no longer form a complete sentence, all I could do was feel the way she gripped me tight, hear the low moans she let out when I thrust deep.
Teddy gave as good as she got, pushing back and arching her back deliciously. But it was too much, too soon, and I slowed my strokes.
“Cal,” she groaned angrily. “Don’t tease me.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I murmured, making slow, deep strokes that made her breath catch. My mind was delirious with pleasure and once again, despite my efforts, my hips sped up. It was intense and hungry and even though I was buried deep, I still couldn’t seem to get enough.
She tightened around me and a low moan tore from her lips as I licked up her spine. Then she was milking me dry as her orgasm throbbed around me.
“Yeah, that was amazing.” Her words were soft, almost sleepy as her arms finally gave out, leaving her face down on the bed.
I pulled out of her as slowly as I could, savoring every moment I was buried in her delicious body. I grunted and crawled to her side, pulling her flush against me, back to front. “I told you it would be explosive.”
“It was nuclear,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “Good job, Cal.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. I couldn’t stop touching her; she was soft and slick with sweat, and she wasn’t glaring at me. “Maybe now, while your defenses are down, you can tell me why you hate me.” It was a risky move, bringing this up now, but there was a good chance it was the time she would tell me.
“You really want to know?” Her tone lacked its usual sass, a sign she was closer to sleep than I realized.
“I do,” I insisted, because I needed to know. It felt like a missing memory I couldn’t recover, and no one would fill in the blanks for me.
“You were cruel to me as a kid. You mocked my awkward, ugly looks,” she whispered around a yawn. “You knew I thought myself in love with you and still, you mocked me. Then you kissed me. Then you asked me to the Autumn Harvest dance and stood me up.”