by Mimi Strong
Trevor lay back on his bed, spread-eagle. “Come sit on me,” he said. “Sit anywhere.”
I poured some wine from the open bottle into a glass—his dresser had been turned into a makeshift bar, complete with an ice bucket, and some chips and pretzels—and had a sip.
Within a few minutes, I had a nice buzz, and Trevor's drunken actions weren't as comical, but seemed sweet and funny.
He stared, wide-eyed, as I stripped for him, peeling off my sweatpants, T-shirt, and sports bra as though they were made of silk and sequins.
“Damn,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers up and down my spine.
I climbed onto his four-poster bed from the bottom, and I remembered that thing he'd wanted me to do.
I turned around, showing him my ass, which he began to gratefully squeeze.
His feet were clean and smelled good, and the idea of making him moan sent more shivers through me. I deliberately ran my tongue along the top of his foot, through the dark curls, and then sucked the tip of his toe. He squirmed with pleasure underneath me.
“Damn.”
I sucked the toe harder, taking it all into my mouth. I was on my hands and knees, facing his feet, and at the same time, he moved one of his hands off my ass cheek and dragged a finger down my aching crease, through my opening and then under, to my clit. He was a little rough and clumsy, due to the drinks, but it was exactly what I was in the mood for.
He stroked away, moaning and squirming under me, and I sucked his toe like it was a cock.
After a few minutes, he roughly grabbed me by the legs and yanked me back. His toes (I was sucking several at a time) popped out of my mouth as he pulled my wet pussy up to his mouth. His tongue was hot, compared to his fingers, and the pressure was softer, but so good, and driving me crazy.
I'd been so focused on him that I'd barely noticed I was close to the edge, riding near the point of climax.
His eager cock was now directly under my face. I didn't waste any time licking around the head or teasing him. I just popped him in my mouth and started to suck, using one hand wrapped around the base to assist.
He moaned into my pussy and began to pulse my entire body back and forth, setting my rhythm.
It felt so good to have him in my mouth while he was licking my clit, so good, but that wasn't what I'd come over for.
I slowly dragged him out of my mouth and pulled myself out of his grasp. I turned around, threw my leg over his broad chest, and started to settle down on top of him, guiding his member into my opening.
“Wait,” he said.
I froze.
“I want to make love to you,” he said.
I inched down, my eyelids fluttering with pleasure as he filled me. “That's what we're doing.”
He grabbed me by the waist with his strong arms and easily lifted me off. I let him move me like a doll, positioning me on my back in the middle of the bed. He fussed around with the many pillows on the bed, tucking two under my hips and one under my back and head, so I was elevated.
He positioned himself over me, between my legs, and entered me in one movement.
The world lit up with color. He had so much red in the room. Red curtains, red pillows, red art on the wall. He moved out and then in again, and I reached up for him, pulling his chest close to mine. He let some of his weight come down onto me, squeezing me along my front, comforting me.
He continued to shift, back and forth, stroking deliciously in and out of me with that too-big cock that somehow magically fit in my petite body.
With all the pillows underneath me, our height difference didn't seem so odd at all. He curled forward and kissed me, breathing heavily now.
I opened my mouth wide and spread my legs wider at the same time. He pulled out, nibbled at my lips, then entered me, his cock and also his tongue. I opened wider, inviting more.
What happened next was dream-like. I lost the ability to think, to do anything but breathe and receive pleasure. He kept crashing into me, his cock relentless, desperate for me, and I had an orgasm, followed by another. Everything pooled together, and we were just bodies, joined. His fingers interlaced with mine, and as we kissed, he breathed out as I breathed in, both of us living off each other, sharing our heat, our energy.
He pulled away from my mouth suddenly and tilted his body up, pulling his sweating chest off mine. His body shook and his face tensed up as he came, flooding me with his hot seed.
I smiled as I pointed my toes, tensing under him.
When he stopped shuddering, he pulled himself out and fell to the bed beside me, breathing heavily.
I wiggled over to pull the pillows out from underneath myself, then I rolled onto my side and curled up next to him. I rested my cheek on his arm, drinking in the scent of his musk coming from his underarms.
After a moment, I sat up to kiss him, and when my lips met his, he stirred, pulling away. He wasn't aware of what was happening. The man was already asleep, or passed out.
I rolled away, over to a dry spot of the bed, feeling sticky from the sweat all over me. I had some of his chest hairs down my front, stuck to me. I half-laughed at the hairs as I got up and went to his deluxe bathroom.
I rinsed off in his shower, luxuriating under the multiple streams of water. As I got his scent off me, I began to think more clearly. Why the hell had I come over? Were we back together, or was this simply what it looked like, a booty call?
After the shower, I stood at the foot of his bed, staring at the big, furry man in his big bed. He stirred in his sleep, grabbing at the cover on the bed and dragging it over himself, nearly covering all of him. I went to his side and coaxed him around so I could get the covers out from under him and then over him. He curled up and smiled in his sleep, looking so sweet and innocent.
I leaned down and kissed him on his cheek, then put on my clothes, and showed myself out.
As I drove home, singing along with the stereo, I felt good.
Grown-ups did stuff like this. They had sex and fulfilled each other's needs. I'd been craving something, and I'd gotten it. Oh, had I gotten it. I had a feeling I might be a little sore in the morning, a little bruised on the inner thighs.
I wondered if Trevor would even remember me in the morning, remember that I'd been there.
Would he call?
What had he meant when he'd said “make love to you”?
Sure, he wasn't willing to talk about his feelings, but that didn't mean he didn't still have them.
And what about me? What were my feelings? In addition to the overpowering lust and growing addiction I had for his incredible body and the pleasure it gave me, was there something else?
The End of Her Teddy Bear #2
Her Teddy Bear #3 (the final story) is available November 2, 2012
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