Every one of her sounds went straight to my dick. I was so hard it hurt, straining against my sweatpants, but I ignored it.
This was about Kelsey.
About showing her how much she meant to me, what she’d always meant to me.
I worked my way down her body, taking my time despite the urgent need thrumming through my veins. Teased her nipples until they were pink and puffy, kissed the soft curve of her stomach, the jut of her hipbone.
By the time I settled between her legs, my shoulders spreading her wide, Kelsey was squirming restlessly. Still, she kept her hands locked above her head. Because even though it had been ages since we’d been together like this, my girl still remembered the rules.
Kelsey was a control freak in every area of her life except one—the bedroom. In here, she was mine to command. I owned her pleasure, her worries, her stress. Her only job was to let go and let me give her what she needed.
Her pussy was already slick and swollen, and I hadn’t even laid a finger on her yet. Not that she’d ever needed help in that department.
“Spread for me, Kels,” I ordered, voice low and shaky, but she didn’t hesitate. Just let her knees fall apart until I could see every perfect detail.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured, my breath ghosting over her clit.
A moan escaped her throat at the praise, her pussy clenching around nothing. I’d forgotten how responsive she was to those words—how easily they could make her come apart.
“Touch me. I need?—”
“I know what you need, baby.” I pressed open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her knee and the soft skin of her inner thighs, everywhere but where she wanted me most.
She growled in frustration, and I couldn’t help but grin against her skin. The playful push-and-pull had always defined us in the bedroom. Before grief had stolen it. Before wanting each other came with so much damn responsibility.
With one hand splayed flat on her belly and the other digging intothe meat of her thigh to keep her pinned open, I drew out my torture, teasing her with light, flicking passes of my tongue, never quite close enough to get the job done.
“Please, Teddy,” she begged, a broken sound clawing its way out of her throat. “Please.”
“There’s the magic word,” I whispered up to her with a grin before dragging my tongue up her slit.
She eagerly ground her pussy against my face as I sucked her clit, gentle at first, then harder, alternating with soft laps and tight little circles. I slipped a finger inside, twisting just so until she let out a sound that belonged in a goddamn porno.
“That’s it, Kels. Let go for me,” I commanded, my voice gone hoarse from need. I added a second finger, stroking in and out slowly, using every trick I’d learned since my Bronco days. I kept my focus on her face as I did it. Watched the way her eyebrows pinched together, mouth slack and wet, eyes glazed with want.
She bit her lip hard, stifling another moan. “I—fuck, I’m close,” she warned, like I’d ever let her come before I was ready.
I eased up for a second, just to drive her insane, and looked up the length of her body. “Not yet. Stay with me.”
She fisted the pillow with a mewling whimper, clinging to control like she could will herself not to fall apart. I went back to work, relentless, tongue and fingers together until her whole body bowed off the bed.
“Come for me,” I growled, and that was all it took. She broke, cried my name as her walls pulsed around my fingers, wetness flooding my hand. I kept going until she was spent and boneless on the sheets, chest heaving, limbs shaking.
I quickly shucked my sweatpants, letting them fall to the floor before hooking my fingers under her knees and dragging her to the edge of the mattress.
Kelsey looked up at me with a drowsy smile, green eyes widening slightly when they landed on my cock—already hard enough to pound nails.
“Need a minute?”
Shaking her head, she reached for me before catching herself. “Can I touch you—please?” she asked, her voice gone small and sweet and so unlike the woman who commanded every room she walked into.
That fucking did me in. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch me,” I said, groaning as her palm wrapped around my shaft.
She stroked me from root to tip, her fingers reverently tracing the veins and ridges as she guided me forward. My cock brushed against the inside of her thigh, leaving a streak of precum across her skin. Without missing a beat, she swiped it up with her index finger before bringing it to her lips.
The sight of my girl tasting me—so fucking unashamed, so in control of her own want—damn near pushed me over the edge.
“Missed this side of you, Kels,” I growled, bracing myself before nudging the head of my cock inside her. She always ran tight after she came and now was no exception.
