“Shhh,” I breathe against her temple, my eyes flicking to the hallway and the closed doors beyond it. I slide my hand up from her middle to cover her mouth lightly, but the fingers of my other hand never cease. I’m so hard it hurts, and I’m sure I’m leaking in my boxer briefs. The walls of her pussy are squeezing my fingers, little fluttering convulsions that tell me she’s close, and when she goes over, it’s going to be hard. She pants through her nose, her body curving in on itself as I draw her closer against my chest, and I can feel her heart hammering through her back. Fuck I want to feel her come on my fingers, my tongue, my dick. “I’m going to make you come, Teddy, but you need to be quiet, beautiful. Can you do that for me? Or do I need to keep my hand here?”
She nods against my hand, then shakes it, mumbling something unintelligible. I grin against her temple before ducking my head and pressing my open mouth to the curve of her neck, where it meets with her shoulder. I pump my fingers inside her, flicking the pad of my middle finger on that spot, and then her body bows in on itself again as she detonates on my hand. Her knees start to buckle and I tighten my arms around her, holding her up against me, my hand still clamped over her mouth as she lets loose a raw cry of pleasure.
The muffled sound is nearly my undoing; I will remember the sound of her coming for the rest of my days. Her inner walls are pulsing, squeezing my fingers so tightly I groan against her neck. Fucking hell, she feels so good.
“Such a good girl,” I breathe against the skin of her neck, continuing to pump my fingers inside her, slow and deep, drawing out her orgasm and prolonging it. She shudders against my chest, her own chest heaving. I release her mouth when I’m sure she’s done being loud—god forbid one of her kids wake up and walk in onthis—and she pants raggedly into the fragile darkness of the room that surrounds us.
I can smell her, feel her drenching my hand that’s still stuffed inside her panties and lazily stroking inside her. I’m hard as stone pressed against the soft roundness of her ass and she grinds back against me. I bite down on her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin and she gasps sharply, her walls tightening around my fingers in reaction. I growl against her neck. “Fuck.Teddy.”
I pull my fingers out of her, and she watches, her eyes impossibly wide, as I bring those fingers to my mouth and suck. Her taste is like heaven and hell all rolled into one. I want to taste her from the source.
Dropping my other hand from her mouth, I collar her throat with my palm, holding her against me as I kiss her like a man possessed.
“Xander,” she pants raggedly. “Fuck me. Please.”
I’ve waited years to have this woman, and I have her in my arms, begging for me. How am I supposed to tell her no when she asks so nicely?
“Bedroom,” I rasp against her mouth. “I want you naked on the bed with these thighs spread open for me so I can eat this pretty pink pussy. Can you do that for me, Mama?”
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I can’t believe how hard I just came on this man’s fingers. My brain is still half-addled, I think. As we make our way down the darkened hallway, nerves take hold of me, though I’m not sure if the trembling is from nerves or the intensity of that orgasm.
As soon as the door to my bedroom closes behind us, his hands are on me again. Touching and gripping everywhere, like he can’t get enough of the feel of me beneath his hands. My robe is shoved off my shoulders, letting it pool around my feet, then he’s flicking the front clasp of my bralette open and shoving the straps down my arms.
His mouth falls open as my breasts spill out of the bra, and then he breathes, “Fuck, Teddy. You’re so fucking pretty.”
Kneeling in front of me, he drags my panties down my thighs and I place my hands on his shoulders for balance as he helps me step out of them. Until I’m completely naked in front of him. His mouth presses into my stomach and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, embarrassment heating my skin.
His hand cracks down on one of my ass cheeks in a sharpslap, making me gasp, my eyes flying open to stare down at him where he’s still kneeling in front of me. The sight of him on his knees in front of me is thrilling, he’s so darkly handsome.
His voice is raspy as he demands, “Get out of your head, Mama. Tonight, all you’re allowed to think about is how amazing we feel together. Got it? How many times can you come before you’re begging for mercy, Teddy?”
He stands, pushing his hands into my hair and angling my head up so he can crush his mouth to mine, kissing me thoroughly, until I’m a melted mess of a puddle in his hands.
“Get on that bed. Spread these thighs for me and let me see what I’ve been dying to taste.”
I stare up at him, dumbfounded at the filthy words, a nervous laugh escaping me, but I do as instructed.
Reaching up, his shirt is pulled over his head to be tossed aside, and I’m afforded an unrestricted view of his chest, abdomen, and shoulders. I watch as his strong fingers work quickly at his jeans, shoving them down his thighs, until he’s in nothing but a pair of tight, sharply tented black boxer-briefs. I can’t wait to see him. His thighs are long and thickly muscled, dusted with dark hair, though I can’t see as much as I’d like to with the lights off. The moon is filtering through the window, highlighting us in a faint silver glow. He looks dark and dangerous standing at the foot of my bed, naked except for the black underwear, one hand gripping his cock beneath the fabric.
I’m naked on the bed, just like he asked, and I’m grateful for the darkness. I know my body is soft and round in all the places I wish it wasn’t, and I’m glad that at least for this first time—assuming there will be more of this to come—some of my imperfections are somewhat shadowed.
“Please, go slow,” I whisper then, my words barely a breath in the dark, nervousness making my throat tight. He kneels on the bed, lowering his beautiful, strong body over mine until he’s pressed fully against me. His brow furrows with worry as hecups my cheek. “It’s just… been a long time, Xander. And obviously not since Bea was born… Sometimes it can be a little painful, at-at first…”
His brow smooths out and then he’s ducking his head and kissing me fiercely. I moan, fisting his hair in my hands, and then his mouth is moving down my neck. He presses kisses to my throat, and I can feel his lips moving as he speaks. “Then I guess I just need to do my job and make sure it’s not.”
“It’s okay, it’s normal,” I assure him, but he shakes his head.
“I would never forgive myself if I caused you any pain, Teddy. Let me get you ready for me, please,” he rasps against my skin. I shiver, digging my fingers into his hair and holding him to me.
His mouth is moving lower again and I tug on his hair between my fingers, pulling his mouth up before his lips close over the tips. I let go of his hair once he’s looking at me, sliding my hands down to cover my breasts. “Xander…”
“Why can’t I taste these, Teddy?” he asks, swiping his lips over the backs of my fingers.
A bewildered, terrified laugh bubbles out of me. “B-because.”
His gaze is heated as he stares up my body at me, his lips still trailing over the back of my hand that’s covering my left breast. His beard tickles the back of my hand. “Because why? You let me before. That night. Sitting in that chair outside. You let me taste you through your shirt, and then you let me put my mouth on them, too. Why not now?”
