Teddy silences me with his lips on mine again. I’m so lost in his passion that I don’t even realize he’s picked me up until the wind ruffles my robe and the breeze hits my bare skin. I yelp into his mouth, and he finally breaks our connection. He reaches for my robe, and I expect him to help put it back in place, but he pulls it off me instead.
He must see the horror in my eyes because he walks us inside. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’m not going to fuck you on the balcony. I have a much better idea. I believe we both need a shower before we leave for the day, right?”
He carries me into his bathroom, managing to get the water running while holding me, unable to keep his lips off mine for even a second. Finally, he sets me on the counter as he quickly takes off his sweats and checks the water temperature. “Ah, exactly how you like it. Scalding hot.”
My laughter dies as his heavy cock bounces with every step on his way to come get me. It amazes me how insatiable my need for this man is. No matter how many times I have him, I’m always ready to go again. Especially when he gently takes my face in his hands and pulls me in for a taste of his lips. This time, his kiss is soft, a complete contrast to the hardness digging into my stomach.
One of the things I love most about Teddy is that he always takes his time. He savors my body, even when I know how badly he wants to destroy it. Maybe it’s because I grew up around darkness that I can see some in Teddy. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows it’s there. He’s so soft, so careful…It’s in the moments when he’s lost in our passion, when he loses control just a little, that I feel the full depth of his ferality. And Icraveit. I live for those moments when my sweet boy lets go completely, and I’ll gladly offer my body up in sacrifice for his undoing.
He carries me to the shower and holds me under the rainfall faucet, kissing me until we’re both breathless.
“Let me wash you.” I break our kiss and shimmy down his broad body until I’m on my own feet.
I lather up my hands and scrub him, memorizing every groove of muscle, every scar, every perfect inch of his body as I go. He’s as still as a statue, and each time I look up at him, he’s staring at me in awe. I start to wonder if he’s ever been taken care of like this and make a note to change that. If any man alive deserves to be worshipped, it’s Teddy. And nobody will adore him more than I will.
“All done,” I say, reaching up to my tiptoes for a kiss.
He reaches behind me and grabs the body wash for sensitive skin that he bought for me to use when I’m here. “My turn.”
God, does this man know how to use his hands. Maybe it’s a goalie thing, but he always knows exactly how to work me, applying just the right amount of pressure as he massages. Every touch sends electric sparks coursing through me, especially as he makes his way closer to my center. He places a kiss on the inside of my thigh at the same time he swipes his hand between my legs, and I can’t help but moan.
He chuckles softly into my opening before licking a line up to my clit and circling it with his tongue just the way he knows I like. He works me like a pro, wrapping a strong arm around my hips to brace me while he uses his other hand to work one, then two thick fingers into me. He learned early on exactly what I like, so it never takes him long to get me to my release. I’m so closethat I’m shaking, and he knows every one of my tells. With the smallest of nibbles, I come undone. Teddy holds my weight as I find my release, but he doesn’t stop his pursuit until the last wave of my pleasure has ebbed.
Opening my eyes, I look down at him crouched before me. His hair is disheveled from my fingers and wet from the shower. Licking his mouth where it glistens from my arousal, he smiles up at me, then places one last kiss on my core before standing. Or at least trying to. Before he can make it to his full height, I tackle him to the floor, straddling his lap while he leans against the shower wall.
“Teddy, I need you,” I moan breathlessly as I position myself over his length.
As always, it feels like the universe stands still as I sink down, inch by inch, until my hips are flush with his. He pulls my forehead to his as we bask in the moment, our tortured, heavy breaths filling the shower and mingling with the steam.
He holds my hip with his other hand, sinking his fingers into my flesh in an attempt to drive me deeper somehow. “Take it then, baby. I’m all yours.”
We’ve had shower sex before, but only ever with him holding me against the wall or bent over, always avoiding the shower spray. There’s something different about this time. I’m not sure if it’s the weight of the situation or the romance of the water falling directly on us that makes this feel raw, but it’s just so muchmore.
“That’s it, baby, just like that. You’re riding me so good.” Teddy groans as I pick up my pace, putting both hands on my ass and guiding me faster still. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl for me. I’m trying my best to hold on, to let you finish, but you feel so damn good wrapped around me. I need you to milk it from me, though, beautiful. I have so much to give you this morning, but if you want it, I need to feel you rippling around me.”
His words hit their mark, bringing me right to the edge of my release, and when he leans in to suck on that sweet spot right at the bottom of my throat, I come undone.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he says, taking control beneath me. With his hands guiding my hips, he thrusts up, hitting that sweet spot over and over. I’ve barely floated down from my first orgasm when another starts building. And he knows me too well. “Damn, Ellie, another one? What do you need, baby?”
“More…harder. Please fuck me harder…”
With a growl, he wraps my legs around his waist and does just what I ask of him. As impossible as it is, this position feels somehow deeper than before, and each thrust is a mix of pain and pleasure as he hits both my G-spot and cervix as well as putting friction on my clit.
His breath is heavy in my ear, letting me know he’s close. I revel in the savage way he fucks when he’s losing himself in me. The promise of that undoing is just enough to push me over the edge this time, and he doesn’t wait a second longer, spilling into me as we both come together.
We stay just like that, wrapped in each other, breathless and sated until the water starts to get cold. Teddy kisses my head, turns off the shower, and grabs us both a towel.
“I think that was enough to finally do it,” he says, drying me off.
“Do what?”
He finishes and wraps the towel under my arms. “Get you pregnant.”
I laugh, brushing my hair out as he dries himself. “I already told you I’m on the pill! I doubt—”
“Stop taking it.” His firm tone startles me, and I look up to see his eyes are just as serious. The darkness I’ve already suspected seeps out of him like shadows filling the room, and all I can do is nod as he ties his towel low on his hips. Every muscle is on display as he stalks over to me and grabs my jaw, pulling my face up to his so that he’s damn near looking into my soul. “Good girl.”
Without another word, he walks past me to his closet, and I can’t take my eyes off him as his back muscles flex with every step.
