Teddy hooked his hands around his legs and flipped me onto my back. “Want to see that beautiful face when I press into you. Want to watch you come apart as I wreck your hole.”
I couldn’t even tease him about his way with words because I wanted all of that too. I threw my arms over Teddy’s shoulders, pulling him close as he aligned his cock with my entrance.
“Fuck,” I sighed, drawing out the word to at least four syllables as he slowly breached the ring of muscle. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside of me.
“So damned tight.” Teddy nearly collapsed on top of me. As he kissed the side of my neck, I tilted my head to give him better access. “Can’t believe how you fit me.”
I tilted my head back in ecstasy as Teddy increased his pace, pushing my limits further with every passing second. His hands moved over me in motion so perfect, so exquisitely pleasurable that when he finally brought me tumbling over the edge into an orgasmic bliss, the edges of my vision went fuzzy.
Once we were both spent and exhausted he curled up beside me, holding me close in a tight embrace that felt like home. We lay there in silence for what seemed like ages until Teddy spoke softly into my ear, “You look right in my bed. Like you belong there.”
It was those words that sealed our fate then and there; this wasn’t just a physical connection. It was something far more powerful than either of us could have ever expected or imagined possible. I slept better than ever that night, knowing we both seemed to be in agreement that my place was right next to him.
14
SHILOH
Teddyand I spent the next couple of weeks tending to the overgrown mess where I’d once had a nice backyard left behind by the previous owner. We cleared most of the weeds, revealing a surprisingly charming space that only needed a bit more care to make it a little haven tucked away from view of the street.
My heart swelled each time Teddy’s laughter filled the air, the sound echoing through the trees and warming me from the inside. It was moments like these that I couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful for his presence in my life. We grew closer and more connected with every day that passed, and I cherished the time we spent together.
But beneath the happiness, a nagging feeling of insecurity began to take root in my chest. As much as I loved spending time with Teddy, I couldn’t shake the fear that I was getting clingy, too dependent on him. I worried that if I leaned on him too heavily, he would eventually grow tired of me and our blossoming relationship would wither away.
I let out a long sigh, as I looked around the backyard. Teddy had already done so much: pruning nearly all the bushes, cutting down an old apple tree, even giving me his old pair of gardening gloves. But there was still one corner left untouched, the bushes overgrown instead of neatly manicured the way they had been the first time I looked at the house.
Even though Teddy had said he’d clear it out this weekend, I felt like I should be capable of doing the work on my own. If I wasn’t, then I shouldn’t have bought a house. I ducked into the garage, determined to do this. There was an old pair of hedge trimmers hanging on the wall, left over from who knew how many owners ago.
The blades were so rusty I worried I might hurt myself trying to pull them apart. If they were sharp enough to cut the branches of the shrubs, it’d be a miracle.
I kept going until I felt sweat dripping from my forehead, but I didn’t stop there. With each snip, with each hack away at the overgrowth, I could feel the sense of self-sufficiency growing within me. When I was finished, I took a step back to admire my work and relish the pride that came with it.
“Hey, I told you I’d take care of that this weekend,” Teddy called from across the yard, concern etched across his face. My shoulders slumped. He sounded genuinely upset that I hadn’t saved the work for him. “What’s the rush?”
“No rush,” I assured him. “I was just thinking about it and decided to come out and get some work done while you were finishing up your projects for the day.”
“You know it’s okay for you to take a break, right?” Teddy stiffened when I wrapped my arms around his waist. “It’s been a long day. I don’t smell the best.”
“Don’t care,” I said, my words muffled by his broad chest. “I know you said you’d do it but I really need to take care of some things on my own. Otherwise, I’ll never learn.”
Teddy studied me for a moment, his brow furrowed. “You don’t have to do it all by yourself, you know. I offered to help because I like taking some of the burden off your shoulders.”
I swallowed hard, feeling a twinge of guilt for keeping my fears from him. “I know, but I just wanted to see if I could do it on my own.”
He shook his head, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Shiloh, we’re in this together. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
As much as I appreciated his words, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my insecurities bearing down on me. It was as if a dark cloud had cast a shadow over our relationship, and I couldn’t find the strength to chase it away.
The following evening, after another day of Teddy working on a project for Mrs. Jenkins and me struggling through the yard work, we found ourselves sitting on the back porch, cold beers in hand. The silence between us was heavy, laden with the tension that had been building over the past few days.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s got a bee in your bonnet about not waiting until I can help out?” Both of us stared straight ahead. I didn’t like the tension building between us.
I stared at the half-finished bottle in my hand, the condensation creating a small puddle on the wooden table. My chest tightened, and I knew I couldn’t keep my worries bottled up any longer.
“I’ve been feeling…” I began hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know, like I’m getting needy or something. Like I’m asking too much of you.”
He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. “What makes you think that?”
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the doubts that had been gnawing at me. “I just worry that I’m demanding too much of your time and energy. You’re working so many hours every week. It’s not fair to expect you to do more when you’re over here on the weekends.”
