Page 166 of Pucking Strong

“And we both know you’re fine,” I keep going. “So, I guess I just let it go in my head that we should be using condoms during blow jobs too. But we totally can. We should definitely … Yeah, let’s take a breath, and let’s talk about this—”

“Teddy.” Henrik grabs me by the shoulders.

I lean away. “What?”

He fights to hide a smile. He lifts a hand and brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Breathe with me.”

I suck in a breath as he places his hand back on my shoulder.

“There’s no one else. You are safe with me, as I know I’m safe with you. But would using a condom make you feel more comfortable?”

His question makes my brain skip like a busted CD player. “I—wouldyoube more comfortable?”

He just shakes his head, all calm, cool, and collected. “I’m asking what you want, mitt hjärta. Be brave now and tell me.”

I let out a heavy breath, my eyes locked on the man in my arms. This is up to me? He would trust me to choose? Lost in the blue of his eyes, I say the words on my heart. “Oh god. Henrik, baby, I wanna take you bare.” I smooth my hands over his naked chest, loving the feel of his warm skin against my palms. “I don’t want to use a condom.” I drop my gaze to somewhere around his collarbone. “Is that … would you be okay with that?”

It’s a huge ask, I know. I’ve never done this with anyone. Well, not since I was a sixteen-year-old kid messing around at a swim meet. In my adult life, I’ve always been a paragon of health and safety. I’m even still taking my PrEP. But with Henrik, this doesn’t feel like a risk. God help me, it feels like coming home.

He tips up my chin, a soft smile relaxing his features. “Min Teddy … jag är din och du är min.”

His voice is a tad lower when he speaks in Swedish. I’ve learned enough of his repeated phrases to intuit what he said this time.I am yours, and you are mine. The words wrap around my heart, and I close my eyes, trying to memorize the feel of this moment. His everything. I’m Henrik’s everything. Opening my eyes, resolve burns in my chest. “Get on the bed.”

He hesitates, glancing over to the rumpled sheets of the bed I only ever allow us to sleep in. Our sanctuary, our safe space. If we do this on the bed, there’s no more pretending this is anything but what it is: a full relationship with hearts and bodies entangled.

God, we’ve been fooling ourselves for weeks. Nothing about this is fake anymore. Henrik is my husband. We’re going to be married in every sense of the word. Slipping my fingers into the top of his pants, I reel him in, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. “Take these off and get on the bed. Lie on your back.”

He holds my gaze, daring me to break first, as he shucks his pants down to the floor. He stands in front of me, naked, our marriage bed framed behind him. I press a hand to the middle of his chest and push him back. Smiling, he lets himself be guided. His calves hit the edge of the bed, and he sinks down.

Reaching out with both hands, he reels me in by the hips, not stopping until I’m standing between his spread legs. He presses his face to the crotch of my pants, letting out a hungry sound that sends a shiver of need coiling up into my chest. I’m all instinct as I weave my fingers into his hair, tipping his head back. “Take my pants off, baby. You want my dick? Want me to make you my man?”

He groans out a muffled “yes” as he drags my pants down my thighs, releasing my aching dick. It’s hard and so ready for him.

“Get it wet—fuck—” He doesn’t need my command before he’s sinking his warm mouth around my length. He hums with relief, his hands gripping my ass, as he bobs on my cock, taking me deep. I can hardly breathe. He looks so beautiful with my dick in his mouth. “Slow,” I say, tugging on his hair. “We need me to last a little while longer. Baby, lie back.”

He fights the push of my hands on his shoulders as I try to guide him back. Instead, he eagerly sucks my tip, dropping a hand down to cup my balls. It’s my turn to groan as I push him harder. “That’s enough. You asked me to take charge, and that’s what I’m gonna do. Now, be my good little crab, and lie back on the bed.”

His teeth gently scrape the top of my shaft as he lets me go. He leans back, bracing against the mattress with his hands. “Does all cum taste as good as yours?”

Desire burns through me as I follow him onto the bed. He scoots towards the middle, lying back. I kneel between his spread legs, my hands brushing up his thighs. “Hmm, let me see.” Folding myself over him, I claim his lips in a kiss. I press in with my tongue, flicking and teasing, seeking out any flavor of me.

After a moment, I hum my approval. The taste isn’t as heady as when he’s swallowed a mouthful of my cum, but there’s a hint of me there. The primal part of me crows with triumph to know I’ve marked him. It’s not nearly as satisfying as blowing a load on his chest and rubbing my cum into his skin.

And nothing will be more satisfying as what we’re about to do. My man will take me where no one else has ever claimed him. God, I’m already dripping just thinking of his body giving way to mine. The push and pull of it, the heat, the thrill of him clenching me tight. Desperate to get started, I break our kiss and make my way down his chest, sucking his nipple until he gasps, teasing with my hands.

“Tell me what to do,” he says, no less eager than I am to be joined. “Teddy—”

I reach up, pressing my fingers to his lips. “Now who’s impatient?”

He groans, rocking up with his hips as I lick along the length of his hard shaft. I’m not used to being with a guy who is uncut. His foreskin fascinates me. It’s so soft and silky. I love the smooth glide of it up and down with each slow pump of my fist. I draw my fist down, exposing his shiny head. Precum wets his tip, just waiting for me to get a taste.

But I have another idea. With a swipe of my thumb, I collect the cum. Rising over Henrik, I press my thumb to his lips. “Taste.”

His expression heats as he flicks his tongue out, tasting himself. My cock twitches as he sucks my thumb into his mouth, nipping the pad with his teeth. “You taste pretty good too, right?”

He lets me go with a satisfied nod. Then he lies back, his hands gliding along my ribs and over the curve of my hips. “More.”

“Baby, we’re just getting started.” Using my hands, I massage and soothe, helping him relax, while my mouth continues to tease. I taste every inch of him, breathing him in. His skin is so warm. The scent of his body wash is soft on his skin—citrus and salt, with a soothing middle note I can’t quite place. “You smell like the sea,” I practically moan into his stomach.

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