Page 169 of Pucking Strong

“What’s wrong?” he pants, his hands caressing my sides. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” I manage to grit out. It’s pressure more than pain, though there was some pain at first. Now, it’s the feeling of being so full that dwarfs everything. Feeling full and feeling something foreign inside me—but it’s not foreign, is it? It’s Teddy.MyTeddy. Christ, he feels so good. I never knew sex could feel like this. My thoughts are all a jumble. Do I really want him to stop?

“Use your words,” Teddy pleads. “Henrik …”

He pulls out of me, and I’m suddenly empty. It’s like he’s ripped the very soul out of me, and now the room feels like it’s spinning. I’m gasping for air, hands gripping the sheets in tight fists. “Teddy.” It’s the only word I can sensibly get out.

His hold on me gentles. “Was that—I mean, did you not like it?” He’s breathless too, worried, confused.

I glance over my shoulder and see the look of rejection on his face. Desperate to make it go away, I roll up to my knees and take him into my arms. “Oh, min älskade,” I murmur, kissing his brow. “Mitt liv, no.” I soothe him with my hands, rubbing them up his arms and down his back. I kiss away his fears, holding him to me with both hands. I’ll never let him go.

“Did you not like it?” he asks again, as I trace the curve of his neck with my lips. “Because we don’t have to do it like that. We can do other things.”

Weaving my fingers gently into the locs at his nape, I pull his head back, forcing him to look at me. The only light in the room comes from the bathroom, but it’s enough to see the soft dusting of freckles on his cheeks and the green of his eyes. I see more too. I see his wariness, his fear. He wants this so badly for us. He needs it.

His need spirals mine higher. I feel so possessive of him. No one can hurt my Teddy, not even me. The very idea that my hesitation hurt him has me growling in frustration as I pull him down with me.

“Hen, what—”

“We continue.” I lie back, pulling him atop me, kissing away his protests until he’s breathless again. I know he wants this because his hard dick is pressed against mine. I may be the one pinned by his weight to the bed, but I take charge, moving my hips. “More,” I pant, biting his lip until he gasps.

“Fuck—” He arches back, licking his abused bottom lip. His expression no longer looks haunted. It looks heated.

“Mark me,” I command. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I pull him down. “Do it.”

Groaning with need, he comes alive atop me. His hand burrows into my hair as he pulls, jerking my head back. The sensation sets a fire in me as his mouth latches onto my neck and he begins to suck, scraping with his teeth, leaving his mark on my skin.

I’m a live wire. In Teddy’s arms, I spark and flare. This aching need has to go somewhere, this wild feeling of release that coils inside me. I want to mark him too, crawl inside his skin. I said it earlier as a tease. I was trying to sound daring, whispering lovers’ words. Acting with total abandon, I drag the stubs of my nails across his shoulders with both hands.

Crying out, he arches back. “Fuck—Henrik!”

I like the way he cries out my name, so desperate and needy. I run both hands up his naked front, smoothing them over the planes of his stomach, brushing my thumbs over his dark nipples. He tips his head back, lost to the bliss of my touch. With a grin, I rake both hands sharply back down.

“Yes,” he chants. “Fuck, baby, do it again.”

I pull on his arms, desperate to feel his weight atop me. He comes so willingly, the hesitation from moments ago now obliterated. “I want you back inside me,” I pant against his lips, surprising us both.

He shakes his head. “Henrik—”

I kiss away his protest. “Can we do it like this? Can we try?”

“We don’t have to.”

“Iwantto. Teddy, do it. No more walking around this world as halves. Make us whole.”

He groans, dropping his head down to my shoulder as he catches his breath. Then he pushes up with both hands, rocking back on his knees. I lie on the bed, gazing up at my husband, who kneels between my spread legs. I’m completely exposed to him, but I feel no shame. The marks from my fingers are faintly visible on his chest. Seeing them centers me.

Thisis what I need. The other position felt good, but I want the feel of him in my arms. I want to look at him, and hold him, and kiss him as he fills me. Reaching out with both hands, I pull him down to me. “Mitt hjärta,” I whisper. “Please.”

My quiet plea breaks his last ounce of resolve. Dropping down, he wraps his mouth around me, taking my length to the back of his throat. I cry out, arching on the bed, as he hums low, sucking me hard. He’s so good at this. With tongue and teeth, he knows just how to tease me.

He cups my balls, squeezing gently as he sucks, and I feel myself thrust out onto the edge of a great precipice. Eyes shut tight, I’m unprepared when he grabs me by the thighs and rolls my hips back, exposing more of me. I cry out again as he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, fingers pressing in at my ass. His hold on me is firm as he licks and teases, making my body his. If I were being dematerialized, I could feel no less undone than I do in this moment.

“Teddy,” I pant, hands gripping the sheets. “More. God, please, don’t stop. Need more.”

His mouth descends on my hole, and I moan like a dying man as his tongue prods. The sensation is odd but thrilling. I feel warm and achy, all my muscles contracting, even as I try to relax.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he says on a breath. “I’ll never get enough. Never.” He sinks his fingers deep inside me, moving them with slow, even strokes that have me all but levitating off the bed.

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