Page 152 of Pucking Strong

“No,” I growl, moving my mouth away from him.

“Oh, fuck you. Don’t tease me.”

“I want us to come together.”

He blinks down at me, fingers still twisted in my hair. “What?”

I stand, sloshing the water.

His eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”

“Get out.”

“Like, of the tub … or your life?”

Using the seat as a step, I climb out of the tub, not caring if I get water on the floor. I grab a towel, making quick work of drying off. Teddy follows me out and I hand him my towel, watching as he dries himself off. His cock bobs as he rubs the towel down his legs.

I can’t keep waiting. I want this too much. I wanthim. I pull him to me, my mouth seeking his as we kiss again. He sighs, dropping the towel at our feet. His hands are gentle but strong as they wrap around my back. I step into him as he smoothes his hands down, down, until they’re gripping my butt. I groan, biting his lip as I do the same to him, hands flexing over the tight globes of his ass.

“Fuck,” he pants against my mouth. “How am I supposed to stop touching you, huh? You’re so beautiful, Hen. Feel so good.”

I kiss down his neck and across his collarbone. Dropping a hand between us, I take his cock, aligning it with mine, and stroke us together. His forehead drops to my shoulder. Then he rocks againstme with his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my fist. There’s a riot of sensations—the friction of my calloused hand, the warmth, the glide of our sensitive skin.

Teddy wraps his hand around mine, fucking harder into our fists. “I’m gonna come.” He lifts his head off my shoulder, chasing a kiss.

“No.”

“Don’t say no,” he cries.

“I want mouths,” I say against his lips.

“What?”

“I want to taste you. I want to come into you as you come into me. Du är min, Teddy. Jag behöver det här … behöver dig.”

He huffs. “Your translator—”

“It’s not broken,” I say over him. Leaning away, I hold his gaze. “My emotions come from the deepest part of me, and the deepest part of me is Swedish. Accept my words as they are.”

Slowly, he nods.

“Jag är kär i dig.”

He groans. “Fuck, I’ve gotta learn fucking Swedish.”

“Later. I’ll teach you everything, mitt hjärta. For now, get on your knees.”

He drops to his knees so willingly. He always goes so willingly for me. I surprise him when I drop to my knees too. “What are you doing?”

I smile. “I’m going to suck your cock as you suck mine. We come together, or not at all.”

Oh god, is this really happening? Henrik is lying me back on this plush bathroom rug, chasing his filthy words with a kiss. Anything. He can have anything. “Have you done this before?” he asks, his naked body stretching out alongside mine.

I wrap my hand around our dicks, aligning them as I scoot closer. I can’t help but sling a leg over his hip and grind a little. He fucking loves it. He’s growling like a bear, gripping my ass as he kisses me again. It’s messy and frantic. We’re both nearing the edge of our control.

“Teddy …”

Right. Fuck, he asked me a question. He wants to sixty-nine with me, but he’s not sure what to do. “I’ll show you,” I say, unwilling to confirm or deny to my possessive husband whether I have the requisite experience.

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