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“Teddy,” I cry again. I feel full, but not in the way I want.

“I know.” His fingers slip out of me, and I’m a whimpering mess. I feel so empty. He scrambles for the bottle of lube. I hear the slick sound of him prepping his cock. Next time, it will bemyhands that prep him. “Oh, god, baby, just hold on,” he groans, shifting his hold on my thighs.

How can he know how desperate I feel? How panicked and aching?

I smile, eyes closing in bliss. Of course he feels just as desperate and aching as me. He wants this just as badly. He wantsme. His tip presses in at my stretched hole and I brace for the feel of his cock sliding back inside me.

“Henrik,” Teddy’s voice is soft, gentle. “Look at me.”

I blink my eyes open, looking up at him. He’s so beautiful, my man of sharp angles. He hovers over me, and my mind flashes to that first night in the bathtub, the night I first tasted him.

“Eyes on me.”

Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “I see you.”

“Don’t look away,” he pants.

“Never.”

We both suck in a breath as he sinks in that first inch. He rolls with his hips, stretching me. It doesn’t take much before he’s pressed all the way in again, his hands lovingly caressing my thighs as we settle together. “Oh fuck,” he says on a breath. “Feel good?”

“Move,” I plead.

He thrusts a few times, slow and even, both of us groaning at the slick sound of his lubed cock moving inside me. The pressure is glorious now. The heat, the tension. There’s a feeling of being stretched, a slight burning. Lost in the look of lust and awe in his eyes, I pull him to me, desperate for a kiss.

He all but moans with relief as he falls forward, bracing with his hands on the bed as we kiss. His thighs slap against my ass ashe pounds into me with wild abandon. With each thrust, I begin to forget where my body stops and his begins. He shifts a knee, lifting my left hip. The change in angle has me gasping. I break our kiss, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him close. “Like this. Move just like this.”

His movements become more erratic as he presses in, grinding his hips against mine. The tip of his cock presses in at just the right angle, finding some secret place inside me I never knew was there. Like striking a match to the touch paper, I ignite. Every thrust stokes the flames higher. Crying out, I hold him to me. “Oh, Christ, don’t stop.”

He slams into me, grinding hard, and a noise escapes me that doesn’t sound quite human. Somehow, I manage to get out the word, “More.”

And my Teddy delivers, slipping a hand between us to stroke my cock. “Henrik—baby—I’m gonna come.”

Yes,thisis what I crave most. I see him now. I have him in my arms. My kiss is branded to his lips. But this will make me feel less empty, less adrift. I’m tethered in this moment to my body through Teddy. He’ll give me what I need. He always gives me just what I need. “Come inside me,” I beg. “Teddy—”

“Ahh!” Teddy unleashes, slamming his hips against mine, sinking his length as deep as it will go inside me. I drop my hands to his ass and pull, holding him to me as his back arches and he finally releases. The heat of him fills me, and I sigh with relief, even before I’ve come. I feel myself clench around him, and he groans, all but collapsing atop me.

It takes me a moment to come back to my senses. Our bodies are slicked with sweat. He trembles in my arms, and I mumble soft words of gratitude in Swedish, my fingertips tracing down his arm. This is what I needed, to be claimed by Teddy, filled to the brim.

But then he’s pulling away. The loss of his weight feels like a physical tearing of part of me. “What are you doing?” I can’t conceal the hint of panic in my tone.

“Not finished,” he grunts. “Got too distracted. Wanted us to come at the same time.” He crawls back between my legs, offering me asatisfied smile, but I’m suddenly self-conscious. I can feel his cum leaking out of me.

“It’s okay,” I mutter, shifting away. “Teddy, I’m fine.”

“You will be fine,” he says in that teasing tone. “Once you’ve choked me with your cum.” Then he reaches a hand low and presses two fingers back inside me. I gasp at feeling so full again. At the same time, he wraps his other hand around my hard shaft and pulls down my foreskin, lapping at the head of my cock like it’s his favorite lollipop. It’s obscene, almost comical. It makes me smile.

I tuck an arm behind my head and watch him, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers inside me, his mouth around me. “You’re far too happy with my cock in your mouth,” I say on a groan.

He just grins. Pulling his dripping fingers from my ass, he wipes a streak of his cum down the length of my shaft. I stare at it, watching as he licks it up. My breath catches as he does it again. He moans, as if the taste of his cum is the sweetest ambrosia. My cock hardens as I reach for him. “I want to taste it too.”

His gaze heats as he slicks his fingers over my sticky asshole. “I made such a mess of you, baby. Will you try something for me?”

I sit up on my elbows. “What?”

He slips his two fingers back up inside me and parts them in a V. “Squeeze for me.”

I squeeze, gasping again as I feel more of his release leak out of me.