Page 89 of Years in the Making

I shake my head. “I don’t want to be fast.”

He taps my hips, and I raise them so he can pull my shorts down. I should feel weird about sitting on the wood border of agarden bed in just my underwear, but there’s something about it that thrills me. The fact there’s no hiding my arousal from him thrills me even more.

Teddy tosses my shorts to the side and focuses on what he’s unwrapped. Biting his lower lip, he groans, taking me in. “The way I have dreamt of tasting every part of you, LG.” He hasn’t moved yet; he’s just looking, his hands applying enough pressure to keep my legs from closing even a millimeter. I want to beg him to act out everything he’s ever dreamed of, but I stay silent, just watching him drink me in.

“May I?” he asks, eyes glued to where he desires to move to. When I don’t answer right away, he looks up. A strangled “Please” slips through his lips. I’m so captivated by the way his eyes are drinking me in that when I open my mouth to respond nothing comes out, but I must nod because he moves.

His hands slide back up my legs, a trail of tiny shocks left in their wake. Once he’s reached my hips, he tugs my ass to the very edge of the bed. I lower my elbows and lean back just enough so I’m relaxed and so that I can watch as his head disappears between my legs.

Teddy doesn’t remove another scrap of clothing, just moves my underwear to the side, the graze of his fingers alone sending waves of pleasure through me. The touch of his tongue breaks every mold I’ve ever put myself in.

“Fucking finally,” he says against me. At least that’s what I think he says. I know it’s what I’m thinking.

I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to smell dirt again without immediately being turned on. My back lands fully in the soil as Teddy pulls me forcefully against his mouth, moaning into me as his tongue does delicious things. The brush of his beard adds a whole other sensation I’ve never experienced before. I keep expecting his fingers to join in, but they remain at my hips, holding me down until a wave of white-hotpleasure crashes into me, forcing my back to arch and my hips to strain against his hold. Teddy’s mouth stays locked onto me until the last tremor eases and I’m left breathing heavily in the dirt.

“That was worth every second of waiting,” Teddy says, the brush of his beard against my thigh causing another bolt of pleasure to course through me, before rising on his knees to look down at my spent form. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, Library Girl, because I’m not sure I can survive without doing that again soon.”

THIRTY-FIVE

TEDDY

I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. Feeling Nellie lose control on my tongue is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and the thought of experiencing even more makes my brain turn to mush. All I want to do is rip off those very wet panties and bury myself deep in her. But I manage to keep some composure as I suck on the hollow at the base of her gorgeous throat.

“Teddy,” she says in a breath.

“Yes,” I reply against her skin, unwilling to remove my lips from her. Desperate to never be parted again.

I feel her hand on my hip and then my knees buckle when she grips me through my shorts. “Fuck,” I breathe out, my hips moving into her hand unconsciously.

“Get on the ground,” she commands, pushing me back.

Who am I to argue with the woman of my dreams? I lay back between two of the garden beds and lazily watch Nellie slide off the side of one, onto her knees. I’m not going to last long. I’m shocked I didn’t go off the minute I felt her arch against my mouth.

She swings her leg over me and rests her perfect ass on my thighs while she unbuttons and then unzips my shorts. The wait is torture.

“Lift,” she commands, and I do as she says immediately. “Good boy.”

Fuck yes.

She slides my shorts off, and I get harder at the sight of her eyes widening in glee when I’m free.

Dropping my shorts to the side, I watch motionless as she moves up my body until her lips meet mine in a kiss that will be forever imprinted on my soul. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth, and my hips involuntarily leave the ground. The combination of the sting of her teeth and the glide of her core against my length stops my breathing. The little “mmm” she hums out has me ready to grab her hips and keep her right where she is.

But she has other ideas.

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you too,” she whispers against my ear, nipping my lobe and disappearing back down my body.

She wastes no time wrapping her lips around me. My head slams back into the ground and I do my best not to fuck her mouth, letting her set the pace.

I’ve got my jaw clenched so hard I’m a bit worried I’m going to break an entire row of molars, but as she grazes her teeth against me, I accept my fate of a future with expensive dental bills. My hands find her hair, and I hold on for dear life. She moans when I pull a little, the vibration doing magical things to my body.

“Nellie,” I grind out, trying to warn her about the imminent situation. I tug a bit harder which only earns me another long moan as she doubles down on her efforts. “I’m—” I pant just as my body stiffens. I watch in awe as she stays put until thelast spasm and then slides her mouth off me, capping off the fantasy by licking her lips and smiling demurely. “Fucking hell, Nellie,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Enviro Guy, because I’ll be wanting to do that again later too.”

A surprised laugh escapes me as my body sinks into the earth, utterly spent. “Just say the word, LG.”

As much as I’d like to carry her back to the bunkie and continue checking things off our collective wishlist, we decide that we better at least make an appearance at the barbecue. If we do that, we can spend more time alone tomorrow without someone making comments about not showing up, so we clean up quickly and head to the truck.

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