Jesus.
So domestic.
I let her lead the way up the stairs, gaze resting on her tight ass and the sway of her hips.
We make quick work of brushing our teeth; Teddy washes her face, uses the toilet.
Then, when we’re standing next to the bed and she’s fully clothed, it’s suddenly so fucking awkward and the only thing to do is help her out of them. Because I’m a gentleman, and that’s what we fucking do.
The T-shirt comes first.
I lift it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
The lights are on, so I can see every inch of her skin. Her high breasts in the white cotton bra she’s got on. Nothing lace, nothing too sexy. Just Teddy.
I leave the bra, and together we go for the waistband of her black leggings.
Push them down, over her hips until she’s able to step out of them.
Practical, white cotton panties.
No thong. No hip-huggers. No flirty cheeksters.
Sweet.
Sensible.
She turns and hops up into bed. Crawls to the center and burrows beneath the covers. Yanks them clear up to her chin, only her shoulders and bra straps visible.
It makes me want to tunnel under the blankets and do dirty, nasty shit to her.
I leave the bedside lamp on.
Climb in.
Lie flat on my back, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.
“Thanks for coming today.” And later.
“Thanks for inviting me. It was an education, that’s for sure.”
I roll over to face her. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah—I met Renee and Miranda.”
Who? “Who are they?”
“Um, Brian’s and Thomas’s girlfriends.”
“Oh, those two. Yeah, they’re decent. I see them around a lot. They come to almost every game, even the away ones.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well they were super helpful, telling me the rules—I didn’t know how the game was played.”
“But it was fun?”
“It was. Lots of blood, though, which I thought was weird.”
I laugh, chuckling deep in my chest. “That’s what I love about it.”
Teddy rolls her eyes, shifting onto her side to face me and mimicking my pose.
We’re inches apart now, her cleavage a thing of beauty, plump and right there in my fucking face. I want to trail a finger between her boobs but don’t have the guts.
Instead, Teddy surprises me by trailing a finger between mine—my pecs—running the tip down my flat stomach on a clear path to my happy trail.
It makes my dick twitch.
I give her a lazy smile and let her touch me.
It’s killing me to lie here, unflinching, just observing her.
“You…” she begins shyly. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you.”
Teddy ducks her head, blushing down into the valley of her tits. “No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.” I reach for her then, hand on her waist beneath the covers. “You’re gorgeous.”
I would never say that to someone unless I meant it.
“I can’t believe I’m lying here not wearing any clothes.” She laughs nervously. “This is so unlike me.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to put your clothes back on?”
Another laugh. “No.”
Good.
“I want…” Teddy clears her throat. “I want you to kiss me.”
So I do.
We gravitate toward one another, our lips softly meeting, and I’m conscious of the fact that my fucking mustache is partially preventing me from feeling her mouth.
I trimmed my beard back this afternoon, but it’s still too long, making it impossible for Teddy to stroke the skin on my jaw, my chin, my neck.
Robs me of the sensitive spots I used to love having sucked and nipped by delicate lips.
Our mouths open and fuse, tongues touching—tentatively at first then hungrily as the erection grows in my boxers.
“Are you going to dry hump me again?” She grins.
“Do you want me to?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think I’m ready to have sex with you.”
“You don’t have to have sex with me—that’s not why I wanted you to spend the night. I just wanted to spend the night with you. That’s all.”
Because maybe I’m finally sick of being alone all the damn time.
Maybe it’s time to let someone else in, someone I didn’t know I needed until I met Teddy.
Funny how the universe works, isn’t it? Shit drops on you when you’re staring at the sky, wondering what to do with your life, and sometimes it’s just what you fucking need, right when you need it.
Teddy is that something I needed.
“I think I want to…” Her voice cuts off. “I don’t know how to even say this. It’s so embarrassing.”
“What? You can tell me.”
“I’ve never given a blowjob before.”
Excuse me, say what now? “I’m all ears.”
The laugh erupting from her belly has butterflies dancing in mine.
“Would you knock it off? I’m nervous. I mean, I want to, I just don’t know how.”
“Uh…everyone knows how.” You put it in your mouth—preferably the entire thing—and suck. Obviously I don’t say that out loud—I don’t want her to think I’m a complete douchebag—but how hard can blowing a guy be? “I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad blowjob, unless you bite down on it.”
“What!”
“I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad—”
“No, I heard you just fine. I just can’t believe you said it. Have you ever heard of a guy getting his…you know…bitten?”
“No. Thank God.” Jesus Christ. I don’t want to picture anyone’s teeth biting my dick and never should have said anything. The visual makes me shudder. “No to teeth.”
“But what if it doesn’t fit properly—like it’s too big and I can’t help but scrape it with my teeth?”
“Guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?”
That makes her blush good and hard, and now I’m good and hard, cock throbbing with anticipation.
I wait for her to move first, lying still, not wanting to spook her.
Seconds pass before she makes up her mind to go for it, peeling back the blanket covering my waist. Peers at my boner, tentatively studying it before going in for the kill.
Fingertip dragging along the elastic of my boxer briefs.
Dragging them down jussttt far enough to expose the tip of my cock. Brushes it with her thumb, circling the little hole at the top.
Oh Jesus, she’s going to slowly kill me.
“I think this might be my favorite part.”
“Which part?”
“This.” The pad of her forefingers buffs the tip, spreading the clear liquid that’s appeared. “The head. It’s…sexy.”
Uh huh.
“Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed at night, I watch small clips of porn, know what I mean?” Her finger teases me. “And once I saw this couple doing it, and he never put it all the way in.”
Oh my god.
“I think I want to do that.”
Yeah—we’re totally fucking doing that. We’re going to play a little game of just the tip.
“It looks like it feels good.”
Fuck yeah it would feel good.
Teddy looks at my face, and I realize I haven’t uttered a single goddamn word since she started touching my cock.
“Does this feel okay? You look…”
“Yes.” My breath hitches when she connects her thumb and forefinger, cuffing the head of my dick. Leisurely moves up and down.
“I could do this all night,” she muses lazily.
Please don’t—I will die if you do. The ripples of pleasure from that singular, tiny motion would surely slowly kill me.
My boxers get pushed down farther, and I lift my hips so she can slide them all the way down. Kick them off when they hit my ankles, send them flying toward who gives a shit.