The stone of Teagan’s counter was cold underneath her, but his mouth was scorching wherever it landed on her skin. His mouth carefully curled around a breast, pulling only to the edge of intensity before it moved on. His fingers were just as restless, stroking her thighs then sweeping around her calves before rising almost but not quite to her core.
“We can pretend it’s your birthday today,” Teagan said in a low voice. “This can go however you want it to go. I just”—he knelt down so that when he spoke, his breath played out on soft, bare skin—“I want to feel you. I want to be inside you. I want to get something right today.”
He spread her legs with his shoulders and leaned in just enough to let his lower lip graze her. Darcy sighed and planted her hands on the counter to hold herself up. Teagan’s mouth was always magic, and she felt a familiar rush of desire at the sight of him on his knees in front of her. But the expected relief of his tongue on her body didn’t come.
“Do you want me to bend you over this counter?” Teagan asked, tone still soft and smooth. “I could hold on to your hair and make you guess when you’ll feel me inside you.”
Darcy restlessly shifted her hips, chasing his mouth, and resisted the urge to grab him by the ears to control his movements. Her pulse had begun to quicken at the featherlight touches he was alternating with his words, but it wasn’t nearly enough to address the ache of building tension.
“O-okay,” she agreed. Sounded good to her.
“Or you could sit on my lap and wrap your legs around me. I’d try to make you come by sucking on your breasts while you squirmed and begged me to move.”
That also sounded just fine as an option. Teagan ran one careful fingertip in a delicate figure eight through her folds, using it to make a small wet circle around her clit.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” she said.
“Or you can get on top. I’d love to watch your face. I want to memorize the expression you make when you come,” he said, fingers still stroking too slowly to do anything but slick his hand and her body both. “I like the sounds you make when you know you’re on the brink but you want to draw it out just a little longer.”
He was trying so hard to seduce her that she almost told him he really didn’t need totry. She was seduced! She’d make this easy on him! He could have her any way he wanted her, just please, have her already. But the sweetness of serious-faced Teagan doing his best efforts at dirty talk while his fingers moved in and out of her body made her heart ache in a way she wanted to savor.
“I, um,” she said. It was hard to think under the slow roll of Teagan’s thumb and knuckle. “You know, I can get on board with the slow missionary. Or whatever it was you were planning. I want to accommodateyourinterests, for once.”
“Anal it is,” Teagan said in tones of great solemnity.
Darcy yelped with astonished laughter, tossing her head back and cackling so hard that Teagan stilled his hand and smirked at her.
Darcy put a hand on top of his to urge him to keep up with what he’d been doing and gave him a petulant look. “If you play that card, we’re pretending it’syourbirthday, and then you have to wait a year.”
Teagan raised his eyebrows significantly, then slid two fingers through much more favorable territory. He crooked them to make her keen, then followed them with a third. He studied her face as he slowly pumped them in and out. The stretch was welcome, but not nearly as good as what she was still anticipating. Darcy was about to whine that he was being cruel and withholding when he stood, slipped his fingers from between her thighs, and scooped her up off the counter.
The size of the apartment was such that he only had to carry her three steps before dropping her on her back on the bed. She still didn’t know exactly what he was planning until he pulled her forward so that her legs dangled off the bed and he stood between her spread legs.
“My birthday is in two weeks,” he announced, smile crooked. “I’ll consider my options at that time.”
All his big words aside, Teagan’s face was vulnerable as he undid his slacks and kicked them off his legs, then peeled himself out of his boxer briefs. Darcy pushed up on her elbows to watch him, because Teagan was beautiful like this: his lower lip pulling inward with concentration, blonde eyelashes lowered in contemplation of her body spread out before him. The lean muscles of his chest and stomach were tight as he rolled the condom on.
It seemed to Darcy they both held their breath as he notched the head against her. They watched together as it disappeared inside her, the slow penetration pressing the air from her lungs until she gasped as a little twist of his hips drove it all the way home. He pulled back a few inches, checked her face, and slid in more carefully.
Darcy didn’t have any leverage in this position, and she squirmed as she strove to accommodate the stretch between her hips, throwing him off his rhythm. Teagan put a cautioning hand on her stomach, skin nearly scorching against her own.
“I’ve got you,” he said. “Just wrap your legs around me.”
His voice was so peremptory that Darcy snorted and dug her heels into the round swell of his ass. His breath stuttered as the movement carried him infinitesimally deeper inside her. She giggled at him as he struggled to regain his balance.
She savored the imperfections of it. Every gesture that suggested this was a first time, not a last time, that she’d have him like this.
“Darcy, please. I’m trying to look cool here,” Teagan begged, a rueful curl to his lips.
She spread her arms to him and scooted backward on the bed, briefly separating their bodies.
“Come up here, baby,” she said. “I actually love slow missionary with lots of eye contact.”
Teagan’s smile widened as he crawled up the bed after her. He carefully lowered his weight back over her and swept the hair out of her face, hand cradling the side of her face.
“Oh, good,” he said, dipping his head to whisper in her ear as he pressed into her body again. “I was totally lying about knowing how to do anything else.”
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