I pulled back just enough to drag air into my lungs, resting my forehead against hers. Her eyes were huge, pupils dilated, lips swollen from my mouth. Gorgeous.
“Teddie,” I rasped, voice so low it barely carried. The kitchen wasn’t too far away—voices, clattering pans, someone laughing loud enough to filter through the door. We had to be quiet. Dead quiet. “You sure about this? Once we start, I’m not gonna be able to stop easily.”
She nodded fast, breath hitching. “I’m sure. I want you. Right now.”
Fuck. Those words in that soft, needy whisper almost undid me on the spot.
I kissed her again, softer this time, while my fingers found the button of her jeans. She tensed—just a fraction—but didn’t pull away. I paused, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promised against her lips. “But I need to know—you on anything? Birth control?”
Her cheeks went pink even in the dim light, but she didn’t look away. “Yeah. The pill. Been on it a couple years—for…other reasons. We’re good.”
Relief punched through me, sharp and grateful. “Thank fuck.”
I popped the button and eased the zipper down slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind. She didn’t. Instead, her hands slid under my shirt, palms skating over my stomach, tracing the ridges of muscle like she was memorizing them. Her touch was tentative, reverent, and it lit me up like gasoline on a fire.
I slipped my hand inside her jeans, under the lace of her panties, and found her already soaked. A low groan rumbled in my chest before I could stop it. She was dripping for me, slickheat coating my fingers the second I parted her folds. I circled her clit once, gently, and her whole body jerked, a tiny whimper escaping against my neck.
“Shh, baby,” I whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Gotta stay quiet. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, biting her lip so hard I worried she’d draw blood. I kept stroking her—slow, teasing circles—until her hips started rocking into my hand, chasing more. Only then did I slide one finger inside her.
Tight. So damn tight, my vision blurred at the edges. She tensed again, breath catching, and I froze.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I murmured, kissing along her jaw. “I’ve got you. Breathe.”
She did, exhaling shakily, and I felt her body soften around me. I worked that single finger in and out, slow and careful, curling it just right until she started making these tiny, stifled sounds against my shoulder. When I added a second finger, stretching her gently, she clutched my shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
“Good girl,” I praised, voice rough. “Taking me so well.”
Her inner walls fluttered around my fingers, and I knew she was close already. I pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing in tight circles, and she came silently—body shaking, face buried in my neck, teeth sinking into my skin to muffle the cry I could feel vibrating through her.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
I let her ride it out, then eased my fingers free and brought them to my mouth, licking her taste off my skin while she watched, wide-eyed and panting. Her flavor was sweet, addictive, and my cock throbbed painfully behind my zipper, demanding its turn.
I reached for my belt, the metal buckle clinking softly. Her gaze dropped, nervous but hungry, and she licked her lips. Christ.
“Still with me?” I asked in a rough voice.
She nodded, reaching for me with trembling fingers, helping tug my belt open. When she brushed the hard length of me through my jeans, I hissed, hips jerking.
“Easy,” I warned. “Or this’ll be over before it starts.”
I shoved my jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to free myself, wrapping her hand around my cock. Her touch was tentative, exploring, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from thrusting into her grip. I was already leaking at the tip, aching for her.
I hooked my fingers in her jeans and panties, sliding them down her thighs until they pooled at her boots. She kicked them off, leaving her naked below the waist. Then I lifted her—easy, she weighed nothing—settling her ass on a waist-high stack of boxed napkins so her legs could wrap around my waist.
The head of my cock nudged her entrance, sliding through slick heat, and we both groaned—mine low, hers barely audible.
I pulled back to look at her. “It’s gonna hurt at first. I’ll go slow, but you tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
“I trust you,” she whispered.
Those three words wrecked me.
I pushed in—slow, relentless—watching her face the entire time. Her brows drew together, lips parting on a silent gasp as I breached that tight barrier. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and I kissed it away, holding still, buried only an inch or two inside her.
