Page 38 of My Super Sexy Spy
Then it was my turn. He found and tugged at the zipper down my back. Again I hadn’t worried about a bra, so, as soon as the dress fell away, I was exposed to him. Feeling slightly self-conscious, I tried to cover myself with my arms, but he took both my wrists in his hands and leaned down to tickle my nipple with his tongue before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my chest. “Like fucking cherries. I knew it. I had to look at you yesterday in that damn sundress, knowing I could have had my mouth on your skin just by pushing it down.”
“You were thinking about this yesterday?”
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Beth, I’ve been thinking about this since I saw your picture for the first time. Since I read your blog. Since I realized all that stuff you wrote about was all in your head because you never left your home. It was like…like you were speaking to me.”
“They were just words.”
He shook his head. “No, they weren’t. They were pieces of you. Tiny little pieces you gave to me. You gave to everyone. But I was listening closer. Now I get to have you. And Beth…the one thing I swear I was telling the truth about…I do have a really big, fucking dick.”
I laughed and the sound startled me. I’d never laughed in bed with Jared. I hadn’t really done anything but go through the motions of what I thought a girlfriend should do in bed. Which, now that I think about it, was really unfair to both Jared and myself.
I pushed the dress down my body but wasn’t quite ready to remove my panties. Ted hadn’t turned out the lights so the tattoo along my hip was on display.
A mockingbird. Ted ran his fingers over it softly. The feather work on the tail was so detailed it almost looked real. Like a bird had flown and settled on my hip.
“Why a mockingbird?”
My eyes shot to his, surprised he recognized the bird.
“I was in high school and we were readingTo Kill a Mockingbirdin English class. The teacher said it represented innocence. When I made the decision to leave my mom, decided that living on the streets was better than what I had at home, I wanted to make sure I remembered who I was. I knew I was going to do bad things to survive. I didn’t know what. But I wanted to remember I was innocent. I hadn’t left a child. I hadn’t fucked up my life with drugs. My parents did that.”
Reverently, he bent down and kissed my mockingbird. Then he slid his fingers into my panties and dragged them down my legs. I was lying on the bed naked for him and he took his time to look me up and down.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
I felt it. The way he was looking at me. Like I was precious and beautiful. And maybe thiswasa trick, and maybe he was seducing me for some nefarious spy reasons, but right now, I didn’t want to think about that. I wanted to be with Ted. The Ted who made me laugh. Who made me feel not alone. The Ted I told my secrets to when the truth was he already knew them all.
I reached for the top of his jeans. “Can you take them off all the way, or do you want to leave them on in case someone breaks in.”
He kissed me. “No one is breaking in, Beth. I swear it. You need to trust me.”
“You know I can’t.”
I touched his face when I realized that made him sad. But he and I both knew it was the truth.
He pushed himself off the bed, and, again, I marveled at the muscles of his biceps. It was like he’d created this persona to prevent people from looking at him. Seeing him. But now that I did, I could totally see him as a spy and international man of mystery.
Then he shucked his shoes and socks and dropped his jeans.
And there was proof he’d told the truth about something.
“OMG,” I muttered, taking in his size. “And what the fuck is that?”
He took himself in his hand and I could see two metal balls just below the head of his dick. “Trust me when I tell you this is going to hit your G-spot in a way you’re going to like.”
I knew of the G-spot in theory, but not in practice. I’d had sex once in high school with my then boyfriend, after which he’d broken up with me. Lesson learned on that score. Then two years of Jared, missionary position in the dark. Because I wouldn’t let him see me.
Now I was laid out naked on a bed looking at a hard dick with a piercing. On a guy I knew for a fact was a liar. I could feel myself panicking.
“Breathe, Beth,” he said, climbing on top of me. “I’m going to make it good. For both of us. All you need to do is follow my lead.”
I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach even as he started dropping kisses along my neck. Then my collarbone, then my ear, then my lips. I was being lulled into thinking this might be gentle and sweet. That I could just lean back, arch my neck and let Ted make me feel good.
That’s when he lifted and rolled me over, so I was on my stomach. His hard body on top of me, pressing his weight into me.
“Now, I know you’re a lights off during sex kind of girl,” he whispered into my ear.
