Starting With You

25. I might be addicted after only one hit.

Jensen

THE HARD PELTING OF RAIN AGAINST THE roof slowly drags me out of my semi-conscious slumber. The absence of sun on this dreary day makes it impossible to know the time. Since the dog hasn't barged in with his usual demanding manner, the world's most annoying alarm clock, I'm guessing it's still pretty early. I don't dare move to check the time fearing any movements will disrupt the most perfect moment I'd like to live in a bit longer.

Snuggled in my arms is my beautiful girlfriend, her back nestled into my front, our legs tangled together under the blankets. I cherish the mornings I get to wake up with her like this.

I listen to her soft breaths, nuzzling my nose into the strawberry scent of her hair. I can feel myself growing hard between us and I hope it doesn't disturb her sleep. I chuckle inwardly at the thought, knowing just how awkward the mornings have been with my morning wood greeting her.

She hasn't exactly been quiet about the pace of our physical relationship, and being presented with evidence that my body is more than eager to entertain her desires has led to some interesting exchanges.

But, fuck, it's getting harder to resist her, especially after last night. Her tits. Jesus, her tits are as perfect as I remember them. Now that I've held them and tasted them and worshipped them again after all these years, there's no going back.

And seeing her come undone as she came?

There's no way I'll be able to unknow that. I might be addicted after only one hit.

These past few weeks with Teddy have felt so natural, the way she fits so seamlessly into my life, yet there's nothing ordinary being with her like this. I've never felt so high on life, a constant buzz flowing through me, elevating all mundane moments to a whole new level. I feel a new lightness that's never been there before.

Fuck, I think she makes me happy. Really fucking happy.

When she stirs next to me, I hold my breath, waiting. She untangles her legs, brushing her foot along my calf, reminding me of our near state of undress. The shirt she borrowed from me crept up in the night, baring her stomach, only the thin silk of her panties and my boxer briefs separating us from the waist down.

I fan my hand over her stomach, my thumb making soft circles over her skin, and I press my lips to her exposed shoulder, kissing lightly.

"Morning," she rasps, her voice thick with sleep.

Kissing her shoulder again, I whisper, "Morning."

"Someone's excited." She wiggles her butt against me, acknowledging the hard dick in the room.

"Always." I nuzzle into her neck, dragging my teeth over her skin.

Her breath hitches and she clasps a hand around my wrist on her stomach. "You're insatiable."

I chuckle roughly against her neck. "Before you couldn't wait to hurry things along. And now you're giving me a hard time because I want more?"

She guides my hand under the shirt and I take over, palming a breast greedily before pinching her nipple. It puckers against my fingers, and I involuntarily thrust my dick against her from behind.

"I'm not giving you a hard time," she says through a moan. "Just pointing out the obvious."

"Teddy," I say gruffly, continuing my exploration of her glorious tits. "It wasn't that I didn't want you before. You know this. I wanted you desperately. And now that I've made you come and we aren't going as slow, I'm going to be greedy. Just a warning so you're prepared. I'm going to want you all the fucking time." I punctuate this statement with another thrust against her.

"So, what, you're like Jensen unleashed?"

"Not quite," I whisper, sucking lightly on her neck. "Soon, baby. It'll be worth the wait."