Page 21 of Ted's Temerity
Wait…what?
Something of my current tumultuous feelings must show on my face because his resulting chuckle is almost dark and devious. He presses another kiss to my lips, teasing them open with his tongue and slowly taunting me with it.
“We come together,” he says when we part again.
“I’m so close…”
“Hold it for me, Zephyr.”
Jesus Christ, he wasn’t playing when he said he’d edge me, was he?
I whine.
“Zephyr.” Ted’s tone is all Daddy again. It sends another spark of pure arousal through me. More precum drizzles over my hand and down my shaft, an obscenely copious amount that says I’m riding a fine line right now.
My tenuous control begins to slip with every measured slide of his cock inside me. I grip my dick tighter, trying to physically hold the release back. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension inside me nearly unbearable, a tingle building in my balls.
“Daddy,” this time I do sob the word, all trace of defiance or cheekiness gone. “I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“Don’t come.” His order is firm.
I open my eyes, idly wondering when I clenched them shut, to meet his. They’re a bright amber in the sunlight, intense with heat and desire. His jaw is also tense, his shoulders shaking as he starts to increase the strength of his thrusts. He’s still moving at a languorous pace, but I can see his control weakening.
“I..I…I…”
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling out andslamminghis cock home. I’m pretty sure I see stars.
“Oh! Oh God, Ted…” My eyes shut of their own accord again, even though I so desperately want to watch him fall apart as he fucks into me with wild abandon. But I’m still trying to hold back, still trying to obey his order, and I’m not sure I can. Not sure I’ll hold out.
“Soon, kitten.” His words are separated by both heavy exhalations and rough, hard thrusts of his hips. “I’m almost there.”
Hearing that confession is what breaks me. “Oh, oh no,” the tell-tale tightening of my balls is almost painful now, the electric jolts of pleasure beginning to override the last vestiges of my control. “Oh shit, oh shit,oh shit.” The first spurts are a blissful release, shooting over his stomach and chest.
He drops his lips back to mine, kissing me and riding me through my intense orgasm, then moves them to my ear, whispering a litany of praises and ‘Good boy’s and ‘you feel fucking phenomenal’s through groans as his hips jerk and he comes hard inside me.
He collapses on top of me, smearing my cum between us, and we laugh and kiss and roll about in the sheets as the adrenaline and endorphins settle. Somewhere in all that, he pulls out and ties off the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from his nightstand for disposal later.
“That was…whoa.” I manage, breathing hard, unable to be any more descriptive than that.
“Mmhmm,” he agrees, and I can hear the smile in his voice, but I can’t see it because my eyes are shut, and my head is pillowed by his shoulder. The moment feels terribly domestic, but also right.
It’s still early enough in the morning that I yawn and settle in for a bit of a catnap. “Can we do it again soon?”
“You’re insatiable,” he laughs.
I’m too tired to tease back and I allow the sound of his chuckles to lull me back into dreamland.
* * *
“You have flour on your nose,” Daddy observes, his head cocked to the side and an indulgent smile pulling at his lips.
I brush my hands over the pretty, frilly pink gingham apron he gifted me earlier and then attempt to dust off my nose. The action only earns me more chuckles.
I’m making pancakes. After our early morning activities (and a super enjoyable shower once we woke up later in the morning) I craved the sweet carbs. I then set about begging for them, discovering quickly that Little Zephyr only needs to bat his eyelashes and Daddy will fold like a…like a…towel! (Okay, so metaphors aren’t my strong suit when I’m little.)
I was well and truly in my little headspace when I skipped into the kitchen, and I didn’t question why he already had an apron for me hanging on a hook in the butler’s pantry, not even when he presented it to me with a flourish and helped me tie it around my waist.
It’s probably something I’ll think about later when I’m ‘big’ again, but for now I’m distracted by the sweet late breakfast I’m trying to make with Daddy’s help.
