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Did I like it? Fucking hell, maybe Ozzy was onto something. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I fucking loved it.”
She smiles into my chest, and it doesn’t take long for her breathing to even out, each small puff of air over my skin tickling as she breathes. I shift slightly, tightening my arms and holding her while she sleeps, wondering how long we’ve got until shit fucks this up again. Because if there’s one thing about Ana, I know her family is going to be pissed.
Chapter Forty-Four
Morgana
Teddy stirs, his body slowly waking up as I kiss along his jaw and down his neck.
“Mmm, if this is how I’m going to be woken up every morning from here on out, I’ll always wake up a happy man.”
I giggle, the sound muffled against his skin as his hands skim down my back and land on my ass, hauling me up to straddle him. “It’s not morning yet.”
He stretches his head back to check the time on his alarm clock. “We’ve only been sleeping for an hour.”
Wiggling my hips, I grind down on his growing erection. “Well, someone promised…”
I let out a yelp of surprise as Teddy flips me so I’m lying under him, rolling his hips against me. His lips crash down on mine, and he devours me, licking and sucking and biting as I return the kiss just as eagerly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pinning our chests together as I hold him to me, and the little nugget of residual guilt—that less than twenty-four hours ago, I was engaged to another man—tries to grow bigger. But with Teddy’s weight pressing me down, it doesn’t get a chance to.
Something this right could never be wrong.
Wrong was agreeing to break Teddy’s heart in the first place.
Wrong was agreeing to marry a man I didn’t love.
Wrong was missing all this time with the person who was made for me.
Teddy nips my bottom lip, and I whimper, hating the loss of heat from his skin touching mine as he leans across to his bedside table to take out a condom from his drawer. Getting to his knees, he tears at the foil packet and slowly rolls the latex down his dick. I lick my suddenly dry lips as I watch him, desperate to taste him again. Him using me the way he did when I sucked him in my mouth was single-handedly the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. His roughness, the way he let go…
Teddy smirks as he notices me rubbing my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension radiating from me.
He leans down, lining himself up and pushing in ever-so slightly, that I whine. It’s not enough.
“So needy for me.” He chuckles, pushing in inch by excruciatingly slow inch, purposely stopping each time I lift my hips, urging him to go faster.
“Teddy…”
He pauses for a beat before slamming home, and I feel like I can breathe, which is ironic because the air whooshes from my lungs as he rests against my hips. His head dips as he looks into my eyes, and then his lips are on mine again. Still, instead of the harsh, desperate, virile way he kissed me before, he’s gentle, exploring my mouth with his tongue with long, languid strokes that match the roll of his hips as he starts to fuck me… no, notfuck, something a lot more emotional, and with every thrust inside me, it’s like we’re slowly being put back together. I thread my fingers into his hair and deepen the kiss, pouring every raw and vulnerable emotion into it as he rocks back and forth, our bodies sliding together, our hands intertwined as he makesloveto me.
He breaks the kiss, pressing our foreheads together as his pace quickens. The sound of the headboard lightly banging against his bedroom wall joins our panting, and he thrusts harder, losing himself in my body as I wind my legs around his waist and dig my nails into the back of his hands.
“Fuck, Ana, I’ve fucking missed you,” he murmurs, his eyes squeezed shut as he pistons his hips and grinds against my clit. I moan, my back arching off the bed, my breasts brushing against his chest, and my nipples painfully hard and desperate for attention.
“You’ve got me,” I breathe, angling my head to kiss his jaw, his chin, his cheeks. “You’ve got me, and I’m never leaving.”
“I wouldn’t let you if you tried,” he growls, his dark eyes opening and pinning me with the undeniable truth that he would never let anyone get between us again. “Mine then. Mine now. Mine always.”
Like he’s in sync with my every need, his head dips to my chest, sucking a nipple between his lips and lavishing it with his tongue. My pussy clenches around his cock, and he moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps across my skin. My body is practically glowing as he continues to suck and pump and ravish me. Every sense is heightened, every color brighter, every sound happier, as Teddy pushes me closer and closer to my release.
His lips leave my breast, the cold air hitting my wet nipple, making it impossibly harder, as Teddy looks between us, watching for a beat at where we’re joined. He brings his thumb to his mouth, sucking it inside before dropping it to my pussy, sliding it lightly over my clit. His eyes snap to my face, and he blinks, then pushes down harder as I cry out. His lips are right there again, swallowing my moans as he’s fucks me thoroughly, his thumb working faster, and his kisses becoming more frenzied as I soar off the edge and unravel. My whole body tenses as his hips stutter, my pussy rippling around him, triggering his own release.
He sags on top of me, his sweat-soaked hair brushing against my neck and the smell of oil and grease stronger somehow.
“I love your smell,” I whisper, and his body shakes above me as he laughs.
“I smell like sweat, sex, and cum. You like that?”
I smack his ass. “No, smart-ass. You smell like cars.” He dislodges himself to lean on his elbow, his softening dick still inside me as he brushes the hair from my face with a smile. “It reminds me of back then. You were always happiest surrounded by cars, tinkering with them, breaking them up to put them back together…”
