I sigh brokenly. I’m terrified of what will happen if he plays with my nipples again. I leaked through my tank top after the last time, and I’ll die of shame if it happens again.
“I know…but…I don’t want you to be—” Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan when he lifts my left hand away from my body. His tongue is there then, circling my nipple, before his lips close over it. “Oh shit.”
The sensation zaps all the way to the center of me. Logan never played with my nipples after I had Dalton. He always said it was weird, and I hadn’t pushed him about it. But God, I’ve missed this.
His deep, tortured groan rumbles up through his chest and I can feel it around my nipple as he sucks it, laves it with his tongue, effectively cutting off my anxious thoughts. It’s impossible to focus on anything else as his hand moves my other hand away, and his fingertips pluck at my other breast. My back arches off the bed and an agonized moan leaves my throat as my fingers dive back into his hair, holding his head to me.
“I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought about this,” he groans around the bud in his mouth.
“Seriously?” I ask, laughing, then groan again when he flicks his tongue rapidly.
He raises his head and those eyes pierce mine. “We will circle back to this conversation later, beautiful, but right now, I want to enjoy every delicious part of my meal. This is just the appetizer.” One of his hands slides down my body and parts my thighs, his fingers finding my aching center like a magnet. Two fingers slide deep and my back arches off the bed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he flicks those fingers deep. “This is my entrée, pretty girl. And I intend to feast. I didn’t get nearly enough of a taste earlier.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe raggedly, sinking my fingers back into his hair, holding on tight as he flicks his tongue over my left nipple again and again, at the same time his fingers are doing wonderful, magical things inside me.
“Goddamn,” he groans, lifting his head and switching to my other breast, giving it the same adoring attention as the first before he slides down my body. I squeeze my eyes shut, too embarrassed to watch as he sinks to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed, slinging my thighs over his shoulders. And thenhis mouth is right there, tongue darting out to lap at my clit in quick, rapid flicks before settling in to devour me whole.
My entire body is shaking. It feels so good, his fingers inside me, his tongue and lips and teeth on my clit. I open my eyes just to find him watching me from between my thighs. The sight is so filthy and erotic, I moan out his name.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he groans low, leaning away to sink his teeth into the softness of my inner thigh. I gasp sharply at the spasm that rockets through my core at the shock of pain. He growls in approval, kissing the hurt gently. His eyes are on me as he rasps, “Are you going to come on my fingers, Teddy? I can feel it?—”
He fucks me with his fingers, flicking with each deep thrust until I’m a writhing, panting mess as he replaces his mouth on my oversensitive clit, and then I’m coming. My legs shake where they’re slung over his shoulders and my body curls up on itself, my abs contracting almost painfully with the intensity of my orgasm. One hand fists in his hair, the other clamping down on the bed sheet next to me as I try not to scream.
“Shhhh,” he groans from between my thighs as I sob brokenly, still shaking uncontrollably. “God, Teddy. You come so good for me. You soaked my hand; what a good fucking girl you are.”
Embarrassment flushes my skin, making me hot all over as I come down from that high. “Ohmygod.”
His fingers slide out of me and I gasp loudly when he flattens his tongue and drags it along my pussy before sinking inside. He groans gutturally, his arms wrapping around the thickest part of my thighs to hold me to him. The man said he wanted to feast, and he does.
Good God, am I happy to be his meal. Especially when he makes me come harder than I’ve ever come before.
“Mmhmm,” he hums against me. Leaning away for a half aheartbeat, he demands, “Come on my face. I want to feel this pussy come on my tongue, Teddy.”
There’s no denying the man what he wants. I couldn’t if I tried. I come again, shattering with a muffled cry aimed at the ceiling as he wrings every drop of pleasure out of me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
I’m incoherent at this point. I’m dotted with sweat, the back of my head is thrashing on the bed sheets beneath me, and all I can manage to say is, “Ohmygod, ohmygod.”
He lifts my hips up off the bed, shoving a pillow beneath my ass, and then he’s kneeling between my thighs, rising up like a dark statue. God, this man is so pretty to look at. And damn, he’s gloriously naked. I get my first look at his cock, hard and long and so much bigger than I’d expected.
Pressing two fingers deep inside me again, he stretches his fingers wide and I whimper, aftershocks still fluttering through me. “Are you ready for me, Mama?” he asks from above me. His other hand grips his cock in his fist, pumping slowly. My mouth goes dry. I nod. “I can put a condom on, Teddy, but I’d really love to feel this bare pussy around my cock. I’ve never gone bare with anyone else before.”
“I’ve never been with anyone else,” I whisper, licking my lips. “Only ever…”
He nods, and I don’t finish the sentence. I don’t want to speak his name right now. Not in this moment with Xander.
“We don’t have to do this, Teddy,” he whispers through the dark, his voice low and pained, but so understanding.
“I want you,” I breathe, reaching for him. “I want you, Xander. Please. Fuck me bare. I want to feel all of you.”
He drags the head of his cock along my lips, soaking himself in my wetness. Notching himself at my entrance, he pushes forward, just a little. Bracing one hand against the bed next to me, he lowers his upper body until he can capture my mouth with his in a searing kiss.
“Tell me to stop if it’s too much, Teddy,” he murmurs. I nod frantically, my hands scrabbling at his waist as he rocks his hips against mine, sinking a little further inside.
My mouth drops open on a quiet mewl, the stretch more than I expected. His other hand curves around the back of my neck, angling my mouth against his. I’m lost in the kiss, the taste of him, the feeling of being so incredibly full.
“Goddamn, Teddy, tell me this is okay,” he rasps against my lips. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. Am I hurting you?—”
“No, no, no,” I chant, smoothing my hands over his back. “Xander?—"
