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Pressure built in my core. Release, I needed release. I spread my legs to straddle him and shamelessly rubbed myself against him.
He grazed a hand over my pebbled nipples, and I hissed in a breath.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, his brows drawn together in worry.
“Only if you stop,” I said. “Touch me, Elias.”
His hands sank beneath my shirt, and he pulled it up, pushing my bra down to lick my left nipple. My head fell back, and I moaned.
“More,” I demanded.
He blew a breath against my nipple before his tongue swirled again. This was bliss. Beautiful, torturous bliss. He ran his hardened length between my legs while his lips and teeth teased my nipple. With my legs around his waist, I began to ride him harder. He let out another guttural moan.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Can’t. Stop.”
He ground against me, his tongue licking, his sharp canines grazing. Without thought, I bit his neck and his thrusts came harder, faster, more demanding. I pressed my head to the crook of his neck and screamed his name while the hot flashes of my orgasm exploded inside me.
It was everything. More than I’d ever experienced and he wasn’t even inside me. My orgasm continued, and I whimpered against his throat.
“Vith,”he hissed out.
His hands massaged my ass while he took my lips again, thrusting his tongue in my mouth while his hips rammed against my pelvis.
“Teddy, I. . .”
He didn’t finish but pressed his lips to mine and moaned into my mouth. I felt his dick throb and twitch, and I rode him harder while he came undone.
For a moment, he rested his head on my brow but then moved to kiss me softly, tenderly, thoroughly, as if kissing me was the sole purpose of his life. Without breaking our kiss, he guided me back so that I was lying on the couch. I scooted over to give him room, and when he nestled beside me, I ran my fingers through the silky strands of his black hair.
“Teddy,” he murmured against my lips. He placed the sweetest kisses across my cheek to my ear where he suckled the lobe. “Is this real?” he asked, his voice pained. “Are we. . .”
I cupped his cheek and leaned back to take him in. His brows were drawn together in concentration, and his eyes shimmered with lust and something foreign, something more. I kissed his lips once.
“I don’t know what we are,” I told him honestly.
Heflinched.
With my knuckles, I stroked his cheek. “I’d like to find out. If you want to?”
“I want to.” His lips broke into a smile, and then he nuzzled his face into my neck and chuckled. “I haven’t spilled in my trousers since my youth.”
I drank in his laughter, drank in this man that I’d come to like and trust. And hoped for more.
Chapter
Fifteen
TEDDY
Elias operatedthe grill I’d given him while Nate worked behind another one, both of which Elias had magically teleported or, as he said, bent space. In Elias’s kitchen, I let Victoria put the finishing touches on the cupcakes we’d made with cake mixes Elias had traded the farmers for. He’d also gotten recipes and ingredients for cookies, brownies, and other delicious delights.
And did I mention the extra coffee and coffee plants?
I could love Elias for the coffee alone.
Wait. No, not love. That was my silly, coffee-addled brain speaking. Or the orgasm he’d given me the day before that seemed to stretch on forever.
