Page 10 of The Teddy Bear's Prize

I lean into the sensation, untangling myself from my bra and letting it drop to the floor. With a deep breath and my heart hammering in my chest, I lower my arm, my nipples hard from the cool lick of the air conditioning overhead.

My hands glide down over the curve of my soft stomach, and I hook my thumbs under my shorts, shoving them over my hips until they clear my thighs to fall around my ankles. I step out of them and kick them towards the bed.

I’m left standing in my black panties, almost drunk on this fake scenario that I’ve drummed up in my head. It’s taken me a while to feel comfortable in my body, and right now I am proud of my B-cup and the way my soft stomach curves into my full hips and thighs.

Part of me wishes Tobias was real, and he was standing there appreciating what he’s seeing. The complete package, not just the pieces of me that past partners have picked out to enjoy.

“This is so stupid,” I laugh, dropping my sensual facade and climbing into bed beside Tobias.

The comforter is cool against my freshly shaved legs, its weight making it feel like they’re being gently nudged apart. The top hem of the flat sheet brushes over my nipples, stoking the flickeringember of desire.

This doesn’t feel like a joke anymore.

I breathe out a moan, squirming in the sheets as I stare up blankly at the dark ceiling above me. Slowly, I run my hand over my breast, squeezing my eyes shut.

In my fantasy, Jason is at the door of my bedroom, watching me. His predatory hazel eyes wrinkle at the corners, and his knowing smile feels like a noose slowly tightening around my neck. I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe until he touches me.

He climbs onto the bed, hovering over me. I want to run my fingers over his buzzed hair as I guide his head between my legs, feeling his beard brush against my thighs.

With a groan, I take my nipple between my fingertips, rolling it and squeezing, allowing my other hand to travel down my stomach and under my panties.

I’m already wet from my little strip tease, so I fully shove them off and kick them down towards the end of my bed, letting my legs fall open.

Jason’s image looms over me, his lips parting as he stares into my eyes, ready to devour me.

“Let me touch you,” the deep voice says with a feverish timbre. “Please, little doe.”

That’s . . . not Jason’s voice.

The fantasy shifts, and my breath hitches at the sight.

It’s the tattooed stranger from my dreams, well, not as much my dreams as the few fleeting moments before I fall asleep.

He leans down, dark brown hair falling over his sharp red-brown eyes, kind but hungry.

This is the first time I can clearly make out his face, and he’s gorgeous, with a straight nose leading down to a playful and teasing smile. The way he stares at me feels like a dream come true, like I’m a being fully worthy of worship.

I caress my clit in slow, deliberate circles. Heat coiling low in my stomach with every brush of my fingertips. His pink tongue darts out, licking his lips, flashing sharp canines.

I reach out for something to hold on to, coming up with a fistful of soft faux fur, dragging Tobias on top of me. As I cling to him, it feels like the weight of his velvet paw brushes over my breasts with intent.

Please. The voice echoes through my thoughts.

“God,” I cry out, putting more pressure on my clit, “Touch me, please.” I dig my heels into the bed, my orgasm building quickly.

“You look so beautiful, Mia.” He breathes out, and I feel the ghost of something nudging my legs open and settling between them, but never fully touching. “I can’t wait to taste you and feel you writhe under me just like you are right now.”

“More. I need more.” I squeeze Tobias closer.

“Fuck,” He growls close to my ear, “This is the best I can do for now.” His voice drops an octave, “Come for me, little doe.”

I shatter, rubbing my clit in slow, firm strokes, wringing my orgasm of everything that I can.

As the shocks subside, I let out a heavy sigh and giggle. I can’t believe I just did that. Tobias’ comforting weight on my chest threatens to pull me into a deep sleep, so I imagine my tattooed stranger holding me as I fully surrender.

SEVEN

Mia

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