Page 39 of Tempting Frey
I licked and kissed, making love to his opening, and Oliver melted against me, pushing his ass out and letting me support his weight with my hands on his thighs. He all but sat on my face, and I gratefully held him.
Rolling his hips, he urged me to keep going. I swallowed everything. The slick from his orgasms, my cum, and the fresh juices he leaked as he became aroused anew.
“Frey… I’m going to… I’m… Oh God. Don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop!”
His hole gushed right into my mouth, the rim fluttering around my tongue. Oliver’s cries ricocheted around my bathroom.
And I felt so fucking proud.
Five times and counting.
Was I as vain as to keep score of my mate’s orgasms? Yup. I was going to make up for lost time. He said I owed him, so I was going to pay up with interest.
I kissed along his spine as he panted against the tiles.
“Frey…”
I pressed my body against his, nestling my half-hard cock in the groove of his lower back. I didn’t need to get off between waves, but the feeling of his soft skin on my sensitive bits was heavenly.
“I loved it when you called me Teddy,” I told him.
He slowly turned around, glancing up at me with glassy, sex-drunk eyes.
“I’ll call you whatever you want if you dothatto me again.”
“You liked having your hole licked, hm?”
Nibbling on his lower lip, he nodded.
I kissed the tip of his freckled nose. “I can do that to you every fucking day.”
“Deal.”
Oliver laid his cheek on my chest as I put the water to the right temperature. It must have been after three in the morning, and now that I’d made him come again, he seemed to be falling asleep standing up.
“I like calling you Teddy,” he murmured, slurring his words. “It feels like you’re more mine.”
“Good. Because I am.”
He blinked up at me, smiling drowsily.
I rinsed his body, dried him, and hoisted him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck with a sigh.
“Where are you carrying me now, my Teddy?”
“To bed.”
“That’s boring. You haven’t yet fucked me over the bar counter.”
I chuckled. “Tomorrow. Now you’re going to sleep. You’re in heat, remember?”
“Mmhmm. I know. You’re going to fuck me again and again, and you’ll get me pregnant.”
Oh boy.
My thoughts short-circuited, and I almost stumbled with him in my arms.
Oliver pregnant. With my cub.
