“Not too terribly,” he grits out, and then I realize I’m eye-level with his cock, completely hard in his boxers.
I stare at it, the space between my thighs growing warmer by the second. “I don’t think I’d ever be strong enough to get a tattoo.”
“It’s not about bein’ strong,” his voice is strained. “It’s about withstandin’ the pain. An’ you’ve got plen’y of experience there.”
“Pain…” I murmur, my eyes still firmly fixed on his throbbing dick. Black tea with cream and sugar smells so damn good, it’s almost like I’m powerless to stop myself as I reach up and brush a hand over his underwear.
He hisses again, and then I’m being dragged up and held against his body. “Are you tryin’ to kill me, Dove?” He peers into my eyes, his intense green gaze peering right into my soul.
I will him to hear the truth of my words. That I’m tired of waiting, and I wanthim. “I…I want you Teddy. I want you to be my first, and I want you to show me what to do. You talked about tasting me…I want to taste you. And I want you to…to fuck me.”
His eyes screw shut tight, and he lets out a huff of breath. “Fuck, Dove, I would love nothin’ more. But you—”
“Don’t,” I shake my head, “don’t you dare turn me away. Not unless you don’t want me.”
His expression, which had been previously warring between desire and uncertainty, turns determined. “I want you.” His words are a vow.
So, I step away, pulling off my clothes. My hands nearly shake as I lift my top over my head, and Teddy curses softly, his eyes roaming over me. Emboldened, I step out of my pants and remove my bra, and as I approach Teddy, drop to my knees.
“Fuck, Dove, why don’t you—” he cuts off when I reach up and grab his cock though his underwear.
The thick length pulses once, sending slick straight to my panties, and I look up at him. “Show me what to do…please?”
Teddy’s voice is rough as he hooks his fingers under his waistband. “First, we take it out.”
He pulls the waistband down, and his cock springs free.
It’s…different than I expected it to look. But it looks like it would feel so,sogood.
“How do I hold it?” I whisper, looking up into his eyes.
“Like this,” he chokes, his hand grasping the base.
I put my hand next to his, my fingers just barely meeting as they wrap around him.
He lets out a hissed, “fuckin’ hell”, as I start to move it up and down, recalling what I’ve read in my romance novels.
“Is this okay?” I ask, looking up at his face, wrought tight with pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, before reaching down and putting a hand over mine, squeezing a bit tighter. “Just a little firmer—fuuuuuck,” his head drops back when I follow his directions, and it’s turning me the fuck on to see Teddy completely undone like this.
I’m mesmerized by the small bead of fluid leaking out of the tip, and before I realize what I’m doing, my tongue darts out to lick it off.
Cream and sugar explode on my tongue, and then I’m surging forward, sucking the entire head into my mouth. “Fuck, Dove—” his voice turns strangled as I keep moving my hand, my tongue running up the underside of his shaft.
“I was…gonna…taste you…first…” he grits out as I moan around his tip, his hands moving to cup my cheek. Fire burns between my thighs, spurring me on as I try to make him feel as good as he made me feel yesterday.
“Wait,” he gasps, gently pulling me off him. “Dove, if you keep goin’, I’m going to come down that pre’ty throat of yours.”
Licking my lips, I grin up at him. “I fail to see the issue.” His pained expressions stares back at me, and I find myself frowning. “You…don’t want that?”
He growls. And then just like Ethan did last night, Teddy nearly tackles me to the ground, landing right next to my easel. “O’ course I want it, but I seem to remember a cer’ain mate o’ mine saying I could lick her sweetpussy next time.”
Lightning licks up my veins as he kisses the shell of my ear, and then moves down my neck. Gasping, I move to run my fingers through his hair—my elbow knocks into my easel. Our attention shoots to my canvas, which, luckily, doesn't fall over.
What does, however, is my plate I was using as a palette for all my colors. It clatters to the floor, splattering paint everywhere. Luckily Teddy had the foresight to put the tarp down—but we don’t go unscathed. I stare, wide eyed, at the yellow, blue, and white paint flecked across Teddy’s face, and the glob of green that landed on his shoulder.
“Oh my gods,” I shake my head, “I’m so sorry, I—ahh!” Sensation lights up my skin as Teddy licks a stripe between my breasts. “Fuck, the paint, Teddy—”
