Page 98 of Holiday Love
His lips trace higher, a hot path over sensitive skin. I grip the sheets, my breath coming in short, shallow bursts. When his mouth finally settles where I’m most desperate, I can’t stop the breathy groan that escapes me.
The first stroke of his tongue is slow, testing, but there’s nothing tentative about the cool flick of metal sliding against me. The barbell glides over me, sending a shock straight through my core.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, the words broken, strangled.
Teddy chuckles low against me, the sound vibrating. “You like it?” he asks, his voice husky with satisfaction.
I nod helplessly, too lost in sensation to form a coherent reply. He drags the bar over me again, more deliberate this time, swirling and pressing in ways that make my body tighten and tremble. Each flick of his tongue feels sharp, electrifying.
The intimacy of it has me unraveling. He’s not just touching, he’s devouring. Every twitch, every cry, he chases down with merciless precision, adjusting his pace and angle to drive me wilder, until I’m nothing but nerve endings and want.
My back arches off the bed. “Teddy—oh God—”
He keeps going, slides the bar lower, teasing, then pushes his tongue inside me. The shock of metal and heat together rips a cryfrom my throat. My hands fly to his hair, holding on because I’m not sure my body can take it.
Teddy groans against me, like my reaction fuels him, and doubles down. He alternates slow dragging sweeps of the bar with quick flicks with the tip of his tongue that have me gasping, writhing, begging without words.
Minutes stretch like hours before sensation swallows me whole. I shatter, crying out, hips grinding helplessly against his mouth. When the aftershocks fade, he kisses me gently between my legs, the hard metal pressing against tender skin in the sweetest contrast. He looks up, mouth glistening, smile wicked. “A+ for effort,” he wheezes.
Chuckling, I collapse back against the bed, boneless. Teddy pauses just long enough to snag a condom, flashing me a cocky grin. “Safety first.” He rips it open with his teeth. I snort, watching while he rolls it on quick and smooth. Once that’s done, he kisses my stomach, my ribs, my chest until his face reaches mine, where he presses a lingering kiss to my lips, with my taste still on his tongue, before shifting his weight.
His hips slide forward, and I feel the blunt, heavy press of him against my entrance. My breath catches because, God, he’s so big, so hard, and even though I just came, I still want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I wonder if I’ll ever stop wanting him, or if it will always be this way between us? This burning, relentless need I feel for him.
“Eyes on me,” he commands softly, his forehead resting against mine. His eyes bore into me, daring me to look away, but I don’t. I can’t.
With his gaze still locked to mine, he pushes forward. Inch by inch, he slides inside, stretching me, filling me completely. He holds himself still, trembling with restraint, and gives me a moment to adjust.
The ache blazes into fire, sharp edges softening into heat. I arch against him. “Please,” I whisper, the words breaking out of me, needy and desperate.
He groans raggedly, pulling back before driving into me again, deeper, harder. The friction steals my breath, each thrust scraping across places that make me gasp and cling tighter. I’m lost in him, in the sound of our bodies meeting, in the clumsy scrape of his cast against the sheets. Every movement feels like a claim, like he’s marking me as his, like I belong to him alone. After a few minutes, he finds the perfect rhythm, deep and relentless, his lips brushing mine as he glides in, then leaving as he glides out like the tide.
That’s when I know there’s no coming back from this. Teddy isn’t just inside my body.
He’s insideme.
My heart. My head. Myeverywhere.
We move together. Every thrust drives me higher. The coil inside me tightens, tingles. Teddy must feel it too because he rasps against my lips. “God, you feel so good,” he says, his breath panting hot. “So perfect for me, Helen.”
The words unravel me. My body clenches around him, greedy, desperate, as if it wants to keep him here. His thrusts grow rougher, more urgent.
“Yes—Teddy—” My voice trembles on a moan as the pleasure rises, overwhelming. The rain outside, the palm trees strung with Christmas lights, the entire damn holiday season, all of it disappears. There’s only us. His weight pressing me down, his heat sinking into me, his adoration clear with every movement. My muscles seize, breath coming in short bursts as our pace quickens, winding me tighter until I snap. The climax rips through me in waves, sudden and consuming. I bite back a cry against his shoulder as my body trembles, clenching around him.
He curses, a guttural sound, and drives into me one last time before he follows, coming with a groan that sounds like surrender.
We collapse together, tangled in sweat and sheets, his cast awkwardly jutting out but neither of us caring. Teddy presses a shaky kiss to my temple, then buries his face in the crook of my neck. For a long moment, there’s only the rain against the windows and the sound of our breathing, slowly quieting.
I drag my fingers through his sweat-damp hair, tugging until he lifts his head. His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them, lips swollen, grin lazy and satisfied.
“Hey,” I whisper, needing to hear his voice, to feel our connection.
“Hey,” he murmurs back, brushing a kiss against my mouth that’s light and unhurried.
I sigh, happiness fizzing through my veins.
He lowers his mouth to my ear, and I close my eyes, waiting for him to say something sweet, but instead he whispers, “Tell me, Professor Chu. Do I graduate with honors?”
My eyes fly open to find him laughing. I pretend to be offended and slap a hand over his mouth. “Hush.”
