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He smiled.
“It’s nothing,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes and poked further.
“Fine. I’m just not used to sharing a bed.”
“Oh, I’m?—”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” he chuckled. “It’ll just take me a while to get used to. I’d rather get little sleep and hold you in my arms than sleep well without you.”
I couldn’t help but coo at him.
“I’m still sorry.” I kissed him again.
“I know you are. That’s why I lo—like you,” he answered and ran his hand through my hair.
I bit my tongue because I’d heard it. Even though he didn’t say it, I heard it.
It was too soon for him to say that. Way too soon considering how long we’d been together, which was fuck-all in the grand scheme of things. Even though I would kill to hear him say it. I wanted to say it too, but it was too soon. So it was better to feel it even if we couldn’t quite vocalize it yet.
“I like you too,” I said, hugging him back and breathing his scent in.
Not the cologne or deodorant he liked to use. The real him. The musky, manly gorgeous smell he exuded.
My cock jolted without my consent, and I let out a soft moan.
“Are you okay?” he asked and let go of me so he could look me in the eyes.
I nodded.
“What was that for?” he asked, holding me by the jaw and teasing me with his lips.
I shook my head, and he raised an eyebrow. Since he insisted, I took his free hand and placed it on my crotch so he could feel the effect he had on me.
“Oh,” he smirked. “Morning glory?”
I chuckled.
“Morning Teddy,” I corrected him, and he licked his lips.
“Well, then, Teddy is on the case,” he whispered and brushed his lips over mine before he descended to my lap and pulled at my underwear to look at the present underneath. “Hello, cutie-pie,” he said to my cock and covered me with his mouth, taking my breath away.
“Fuck,” I whispered and put my hand on top of his head and the other behind my back to give him more space to work with.
He wrapped his fingers around my length and stroked me, my cockhead trapped between his lips and subject to hisswirling tongue that teased my slit over and over again, making everything around me spin.
I pressed on his head to guide myself deeper, and he obliged. I throbbed in his mouth. And his fingers never stopped working, running up and down whatever length was left exposed.
The more he worked me, the deeper he took me, until I gasped and I had to physically gag myself to stop from making any inappropriate noises.
I leaned back, pulling the sheet over my belly and I focused on my breathing and not the explosion of sensations happening inside me.
Teddy stopped for a moment, looked up at me, then pulled the sheet free and ran both his hands over my stomach as if he loved the extra fat.
I tried to cover up again, but he did the same thing.
“Hands off my merchandise,” he finally said after a couple more tries, and I laughed.
