A warmth that had nothing to do with the orgasm I’d just had, and everything to do with the way he was looking at me.
“You,” I whispered shakily, reaching between us to free him from his jeans. “Just you.”
His dick sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. “You’ve got me, Kels.”
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking once, twice. “Wanna take a ride on your Polar Express.”
That startled another laugh out of him as well as a raised brow. “Polar Express? Really?”
“Would you prefer candy cane?” I rose up on my knees and positioned myself over him, teasing us both by dragging the head of his cock through my wetness. “Because that implies a curve that might be concerning. Might need to see a doct?—”
“Just shut up and ride me,” he growled.
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I exhaled roughly ashe bucked his hips, pushing the blunt head of his dick past my entrance. Beads of sweat formed on his furrowed brow as he eased me down, inch by torturous inch.
Even after this morning, it took some effort to accommodate him. Some things never changed, no matter how many decades we’d been doing this.
His mouth fell open slightly, and a low groan escaped—the kind of sound that made me clench around him involuntarily.
Teddy leaned forward to suck a puckered nipple between his teeth, the sudden change in position forcing him even deeper.
I hissed out a curse when he bottomed out, clutching his head to my breast. For a long moment, neither of us moved while my body adjusted to the stretch.
“Wait, Kels,” he groaned against my skin, the vein in his neck visibly pulsing. “Trying not to come.”
I’d never been one for porn, but if I had, I doubted any video could compete with the sight of a man like Teddy fighting not to come undone beneath me.
There was something addicting about having that much control over a man so wild and famously ungovernable—something that made me want to push him to his breaking point. Just to see if I could.
I tightened around him again, enjoying the way his breath hitched, and his eyes rolled back in his skull.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh of my throat.
Goosebumps spread across my skin, and I braced my hands against his chest with a shiver before rocking against him. I fought a smile as the slow, sensual grind of my hips drew another sharp inhale from him.
“You good, baby?” I asked innocently, continuing to torment him. “Comfortable?”
“Could be on a bed of nails, and I doubt I’d notice. You feel so goddamn good,” he growled, before tugging my mouth down to meet his in a rough kiss.
“Think we should probably avoid any more hard surfaces for the time being,” I said, sucking in a ragged breath when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me arch into his touch. “My back is still achy from the kitchen island.”
“But the look on your face when you came that first time—fuck, I’ll be thinking about that for years.”
“Mm… what else will you be thinking about?” I asked, lifting my hips until just the head of his cock remained inside before taking him deep again.
“This,” he said, his eyes tracking the bounce of my breasts. “You taking what you want. Not holding back. Looking at me—just like that—like I’m yours.”
“You are mine, Riggs,” I said fiercely, surprising myself with the possessiveness in my voice.
He pushed up into me with a barely restrained growl. “What about you, Kels? What’s going through that pretty head?”
“Mm, I’m trying to remember if there’s still some of the potato casserole left in the fridge,” I panted as we moved together in a rhythm that felt more like dancing than sex. “Or did we finish it all last night?”
Teddy’s hips faltered, and he barked out an incredulous laugh. “Seriously? You’re thinking about food right now?”
