"I like talking dirty to you, Miss Daniels. And I'm not one to normally do that.” He groaned when she sucked on his fingers again.
She wanted to suck his cock so bad it took everything inside her to keep standing, to not drop to her knees, pull down his jeans, and take him inside her mouth. Good Lord, what was happening to her? She felt like a complete slut. It felt kinda good. But first things first. “Are you going to kiss me, or are you just going to stand there and let me suck your fingers?"
Ted removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, his lips meeting hers, brushing against them softly. Oh, no, she thought as her hands slid up his chest to circle his neck. There was nothing wrong with the way he kissed. Nothing at all.
His mouth was warm, his lips full and so, so soft. His tongue darted out, circled around the sensitive inner flesh of her lips, and then thrust into her mouth, meeting and dancing with hers. His hands came up to clutch at the back of her head, slanting it to the side so he could search her mouth more thoroughly. She groaned against his lips and ground herself against him, thrilled at the sensation of his hard penis pressing into her. Even through the barriers of fabric she could feel it, imagine what it looked like, how large and eager and ready it would be when it finally sprang free from his restrictive clothing. Oh God, she wanted him right here, right now, in her entryway, wherever. Dinner could wait.
Sommer's hands drifted down to the waistband of his jeans, and she tugged on his belt. Her mouth never left his as she undid the buckle and pulled it from the loops of his jeans, throwing it onto the floor. She unbuttoned the jeans, unzipped his fly, and slid her hand inside, rubbing against the soft cotton of his underwear, feeling the hot length of him beneath it.
He lifted his mouth, a naughty smirk on his face. “What are you doing, Miss Daniels?"
"Trying to touch you, Theodore,” she whispered, her hand delving under the fabric of his boxers to curl around his cock. She shot him a triumphant smile when she made contact.
"Did my kissing skills pass muster? Or are you ready to kick me out?” His hands were suddenly at her breasts, his fingers brushing against them, and her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
"Oh, yes. You're an excellent kisser, Theodore. I can't wait to indulge in more.” She ran her thumb across the head of his penis, felt the moisture there, and her mouth watered. Literally. She couldn't wait to taste him.
"So why are you stopping?” His voice was tight, as if he were trying to keep himself under control. She trembled at the sound of it. It excited her that she could make him feel so out of control, could make him want her as badly as she wanted him. It filled her with a heady rush of feminine power.
"Because I want to taste you here.” She cupped his cock with her hand. “Instead,” she finished, licking her lips in anticipation.
He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, they were sparkling. With desire, with want. For her. “Maybe we should move to your bedroom. I would really like to get you naked on a bed for once."
"You've never even had me fully naked, Theodore,” she said, smiling at him.
With one swift move he picked her up and she gasped, her arms automatically going around his neck. “I'll remedy that. Where's the bedroom?"
"Third door on the right,” she murmured, marveling at his strength, at his sure strides as he carried her down the hall. He was like a fantasy come to life. No man had ever carried her anywhere before, at least not since she'd been an adult.
He walked into her bedroom and deposited her at the foot of the bed, her body sliding down his until she landed on her feet. She gazed up at him, her hands at the waistband of his jeans again, and she slid them down until they landed in a heap at his feet. She bent, took off his shoes, and pulled off his jeans, throwing them behind her. Then she glanced up at him and saw the heat in his eyes and the reverent way he looked at her. Like no other man had ever looked at her before. It took her breath away.
"Come here,” he said, offering her his hands, and she took them, allowing him to pull her into a standing position. “You wore your hair down."
She looked down at their linked hands, marveling at how big his were compared to hers. “You seemed to like how I looked with my hair down."
"I did—I do.” His hand moved to cup her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “Feels a little different. Us, together, in a bedroom. No worries of someone walking in and seeing us. No desk to press you up against."
"It does.” It felt more real, more serious. Everything that happened between them before had been illicit, like a fantasy. Now, having him standing with her in her bedroom, well, it made her nervous. “You're at a distinct disadvantage, though, Theodore. Since I'm fully clothed and you're missing your pants."
Ted chuckled, his thumb brushing her jaw line. “I am at that. Though I don't know if I would call that a disadvantage."
"Maybe I could help you take off your shirt, and then you can help me take off my clothes,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. Couldn't if they tried. “Then we'd be even."
He nodded. “I'm all about being even."
Sommer rested her hands on his chest and tugged the buttons of his shirt out of their holes one by one. Her fingers caressed warm bare skin as more of it was revealed, until his shirt hung open. She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, sliding the shirt down his arms until it fell in a heap behind him.
He had a beautiful body, like some sort of Greek god. Broad, endless shoulders, well-muscled, delicious pecs, a flat washboard stomach. The man had a six pack, for the love of God. Sommer didn't normally find penises all that attractive, but the sight of his thick cock pointing straight at her made her breathless with want. She suddenly felt like she didn't measure up. Her body was too soft; her stomach and butt, a little too fleshy.
He reached for her, grabbing her by the waistband of her jeans and yanking her close to him, his fingers nimbly undoing the snap and slowly pulling down the zipper. She pressed her face into his bare shoulder and closed her eyes as his hands slipped around to the back of her jeans and pushed them over her ass, his fingers lingering, toying with her silk panties.
"You have the softest skin,” he murmured against her ear, kissing it once as he'd pushed her jeans down as far as he could reach.
Sommer shimmied out of them, kicking them off her feet. “I'm fat."
"What?” He moved away from her. “What are you talking about?"
She trailed her fingers over his flat stomach, watching the muscles ripple beneath her touch. “You must work out like a madman and eat right to get the body you have. You're beautiful. I'm packing ten extra pounds because I can't resist snacking on cookies after dinner."
"Sommer.” He shook her by the shoulders and she looked up at him. “You are definitely not fat. You're gorgeous.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And sexy.” His lips moved down to her cheek, his tongue darting out to lick her skin. “Amazing.” His lips hovered above hers. “Unbelievable."
Their mouths met in a passionate kiss, their tongues meshing, his hands sliding down to pull and tug at her shirt. She lifted her arms and broke away from his kiss, allowing him to yank off her shirt. Then their mouths met again, hungry, craving each other as if neither one of them could ever get enough.
Chapter Five
Sommer couldn't get enough. She shivered as Ted's fingers unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms. She threw it off and groaned against his mouth as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her distended nipples. Her pussy grew wet with wanting him, ready for him to slide inside of her. To take her.
"Lie down on the bed,” he murmured against her mouth.
She licked at his lips, lapping at him. “Why?"
"Because I want to kiss you all over, that's why.” He gently pushed at her shoulders and she let herself fall back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows to watch him. “You should know better than to ask questions, Miss Daniels. You know you're always going to do wha
t I want you to do."
"Awfully cocky, aren't we, Theodore?"
"Only because I know how much you enjoy my cock, Miss Daniels.” With a wicked grin he laid down next to her on his side, propping himself on one elbow, trailing his other hand over her breasts.
She closed her eyes against the sensations his fingers brought up inside her. She was ready to come and he hadn't even really touched her yet. “Please. If we're going to do this, you have to call me Sommer."
"Only if you call me Teddy.” He dipped his head to lick at her nipple.
She didn't really know him, and she certainly couldn't love him. People didn't fall in love after two days of intense sex. At least, not in the real world. Teddy seemed too intimate, too personal a nickname to call him. Of course, she didn't want to hear Miss Daniels all night long as he had his way with her, either. She realized she needed to make a compromise.
"Okay ... Teddy,” she whispered, lying back as he moved over her, his mouth hovering above her breasts.
"Thank you ... Sommer.” His mouth enveloped a nipple, sucking, his tongue swirling, and she felt the pull of his lips all the way to her womb. Her hands automatically went into his hair, tugging at the ends just like she had imagined yesterday, holding him to her. His hands came around to squeeze both her breasts, his mouth feasting on them, his fingers stroking. She spread her legs beneath him, feeling his weight settle on her, his long, thick cock probing at her, and she wished she could feel him, no barriers, just his hot, hard flesh sliding inside of her.
Where had that come from? Like she could forget condoms. Not. She had no idea where this guy's dick had been. She wasn't about to have unprotected sex, even though she was on the pill. It was too risky. Too stupid.
"I want to make you come with my mouth,” he whispered against her nipple, licking it and then blowing on it.
She shivered. “Only if I get to make you come with my mouth.” How she could even have a coherent thought in her head right now, she didn't know.
He lifted his head and smiled up at her. “Deal. We have all night, you know."
"I don't like it when men stay overnight, when they sleep in my bed. It's too personal.” Especially hot sexy men she didn't know well. They made her too nervous, and she worried she'd think there was something real involved if she fell asleep in his arms. She liked the fact she could be so brutally honest with him, no pussy footing around. It was refreshing.
"Trust me. There will be no sleeping in this bed tonight between the two of us. I am going to fuck.” He slid down so his mouth was at her belly button, and his tongue swirled inside it. “You.” He slid down further, his mouth blazing a trail right to the motherland. “All night.” He teased her wet curls with his tongue. “Long."
A soft groan escaped from her throat as he dived right in, his mouth sucking her clit, his tongue licking her folds before moving back to her clit. His fingers followed, sliding inside her, two at a time, pumping in and out as if they were his cock. She wished.
"Do you like that, Sommer?” he murmured against her sensitive flesh.
"Oh, yes.” She nodded her head, realized he couldn't see her, and looked down at him. His eyes met hers and his mouth moved over her mound. She trembled, never before seeing such a sexy sight. He moved away from her pussy, his long tongue coming out to lick her from one end to the other, his eyes never leaving her face.
She shook with need, the tremors starting to build, her climax ready to crash over her.
He latched his mouth full on her, sucking her as hard as he could and she came, a keening cry escaping her lips, her head arching back, her hands frantically gripping the comforter beneath her. Her legs tightened around his head, holding onto him for dear life while he milked her orgasm, his fingers starting to slow, his mouth becoming gentle on her still trembling folds. He lapped at her, his tongue so soft, and it felt so good. She ran her hand over his hair and smiled weakly at him.
"You can stop now,” she murmured.
He shook his head, his tongue still gently searching her delicate skin. “I don't want to."
"But I already came,” she protested, the last word dying on her lips as new sensations washed over her.
"You're going to come again. Only this time, it's going to be different."
He completely removed his fingers from her body, nuzzling her pussy with his nose and lips and sucking on her clit for the briefest moment before moving on, his tongue lapping at her slowly. She shifted beneath him, spread her legs wider, and he grabbed one leg, draping it over his shoulder. Then he did the same with the other one. His hands slid underneath her, his fingers gripping her naked butt as he held her to him.
His tongue was so gentle. She could barely feel it as he moved against her. His hands cradled her butt, lifting her, pressing her against his mouth, but not too hard. He kissed her pussy over and over, his lips moving over her, his tongue darting out to lick at her. She pushed her pussy against his face shamelessly, lost in the delicious feeling of his mouth making love to her.
That's exactly what he was doing to her, she thought as she closed her eyes and thrust her fingers into his hair. His mouth moved with exquisite slowness, so patiently, drawing out her pleasure until she felt as if she were being pulled tight from end to end. Her knees clamped close to his head and he stopped. She opened her eyes to see him watching her, one finger teasing her entry, sliding against her slowly.
"Relax, Sommer,” he whispered, and she wondered if she would ever tire of hearing her name pass from his lips. “Let it happen."
He continued his ministrations and she lay back down, grabbing a pillow to prop up her head. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his mouth and tongue. his finger, which was ringing her entry, even his teeth nibbling at her folds. She didn't think it would happen, didn't think it could happen, but it did. The mother of all orgasms built up inside her, threatening to take over, and she bit down on her lower lip, wanting to prolong the build up. But she couldn't. It overtook her as his tongue lapped at her. He thrust one finger inside her before withdrawing completely. She cried out as she climaxed, and he continued to lick her.
"Oh, Teddy,” she whispered feeling as if she were floating away on a cloud, her belly trembling as she convulsed again and again.
Her orgasm subsided and he finally stopped, moving up so that he faced her. She could smell her musky arousal on his face but she didn't care. She kissed him with everything she had, wanting him to know how utterly amazing it had been. Like nothing she had ever experienced before.
"That was unbelievable,” she whispered against his lips.
"You're unbelievable,” he whispered back. “Did you like that?"
"I loved it. You're quite skilled, Theodore. Oh, I mean ... Teddy."
"Only for you, Sommer."
She wondered if what he'd just said was a line, or if he was being truthful. “I want to feel you inside me."
"I have a brand new box of condoms.” He kissed her. “In my car."
Sommer smiled against his mouth. “I have a brand new box of condoms in my nightstand."
"I picked mine up at the local 7-11. The guy wished me luck with scoring tonight. I told him I didn't need luck, that you were a sure thing. Where'd you get yours?” His hands smoothed up her belly to circle around her breasts.
She surged against his hands, and giggled. He was so very, very bad. “I went to the grocery store, bought some milk, fruit, cookies, and condoms. Oh, and a magazine."
"You tried to sneak them in?” He plucked at her nipples.
"Yes.” She moaned as he dipped his head and sucked on her nipple.
She tasted so good he couldn't get over it. Like warm sunshine and salty, tangy sweetness. Her hands slid into his hair, clutching his head to her and he felt something come over him. Some sort of unrecognizable emotion he didn't understand. Didn't want to understand. All he wanted was her. Sommer.
He'd never done what he did to her to another woman before. After the first earth-shattering orgasm, he'd be
en consumed with giving her another one, with gentling her, trying to show her just how beautiful she was to him. He'd always been about fast and quick, easy and simple when it came to sex. With Sommer, it felt complicated, a good kind of complicated. Like he wanted to do things, share things with her he'd never done.
Where the hell had that come from? Maybe he should just fuck her and get it over with. Throw his clothes back on and get the hell out of there. Far away from the too tempting woman and the weird emotions she made him feel. He just wanted sex, pure and simple, as did she. He didn't need anything else to confuse matters.
But then her slim hands moved down to rub his ass, pushing gently so that his cock nudged her warm wet pussy, and he was a goner. Done for. Couldn't imagine leaving the bed or the woman in it if he tried. Shit.
"What are we waiting for, then?” She smoothed her hands over his butt, her fingers lingering, and he gazed down into her eyes.
"Where are those condoms?"
She waved at the nightstand and he pulled it open, grabbing the brand new box. He tore it open, ripped open a foil square, and moved away from her, sheathing himself quickly.
"I want to be on top,” she whispered.
Ted smiled. He'd give her anything she wanted. “Your wish is my command."
He rolled over so she lay on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. She sat up and rubbed herself against him, not letting him enter her. Just teasing him with her wet pussy and her deliberate movements. He watched, saw her glistening pink folds rub against his throbbing, more than ready cock, and he groaned.
"You're killing me,” he murmured, and she smiled, the wench. She adjusted herself, and then sank down onto him in one fluid movement, taking him in to the hilt. He closed his eyes, rested his hands on her hips, and she sat there, waiting.
"You're so big,” she murmured and he opened his eyes to watch her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her hands resting on his chest. “You feel so good. I like the way you feel, so full inside me."
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