Page 151 of Pucking Strong

I pull him back to me. “Never stop.”

He’s so eager, wrapping himself around me, pressing in with his hips until my hard cock is pinned against my stomach. We kiss some more, hands seeking. But the warm water is affecting my senses. It’s a distraction I don’t need. I want to feel just Teddy—his skin against mine, his warmth, his pulse.

“Up.” I pull on his arms, and he leans away, distracted.

“What?”

“Stand up.”

“Hen—”

“Trust me.”

Scooting back off my lap, he rises out of the water until he’s standing. The water sluices down his abdomen, dripping from his fingertips. His hard cock waits right before my face, nestled in a thatch of soft black hair. Engorged as it is, it’s a shade or two darker than his fair brown skin.

He must know I’m looking because he wraps his hand around it, giving it a slow stroke. “Keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna have an eyegasm.”

“A what?”

“You know, it’s like an orgasm, but I’m getting off because your eyes are on me.” His smile falls. “It was a joke, but it sucked. Are we getting out or—” He gasps as I reach out and wrap my hand around his on his cock. “Henrik—”

“Let go.”

His hand drops to his side, and then it’s only me stroking him. He tips his head back, eyes closed.

“Look at me.”

He curses, his head rolling on his neck to look down at me. He blinks his eyes open. They’re glassy with desire as I stroke him. Slow. Measured. Deliberate. Those are all the things he loves about me, right?

“I’m gonna come,” he whispers, biting his bottom lip.

I stop moving my hand. “Wait.”

He groans. “Fuck. Seriously? You’re finally fucking touching me, and now you’re gonna edge me?”

“What’s edge?” I give his cock another caress.

“Seriously? You don’t know?”

“Not in this context.”

“Well, I’m not telling you.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to fucking do it to me,” he says on a breath.

I smile. This feels good. I feel in control. I reach out with my other hand and reel him in by the hip.

“Oh, fuck,” he whines. “Fuck, fuck—ah—”

I wrap my mouth around him, sucking on the tip of his cock. I’ve never done this before, but he seems to like it. He certainly seems to enjoy doing it to me. Thanks to him, I know how good it feels to receive this kind of pleasure. I try to replicate the motions he’s made on me, luxuriating in the feel of his soft skin, the glide of my lips along his hardness.

“Slower.” He fists a hand in my wet hair, moving me how he wants. “Slow, baby—fuck—”

I slow down, opening my mouth to lick the side of his shaft.

“Henrik, I’m gonna—”

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