Starting With You

37. Your asshole is showing and it's not cute.

Teddy

I CAN FEEL SOMETHING IN THE WAKING world trying to pull me from my sleep, but I'm having the most wonderful dream, and I don't want to wake up. My body is hot and sweaty, the realism from the dream causing a real-life reaction.

I moan aloud, unable to stop the sound, and somewhere in the distance I hear a chuckle. Wait, I feel it, too. The hot breath against my vagina. It feels so real. It must be close to waking time, surely my alarm will go off any minute, but not yet. Please not yet. I'm so close. So close.

"I know, baby. Just come for me."

The deep voice comes from both my dream and real life, the sensations in my body are a powerful force, tugging me into consciousness. I hear and feel the chuckle again.

"Babe, you with me yet?"

I blink awake to see Jensen's face between my legs, smirking up at me. "Morning," he rasps before continuing his licks on my pussy, the movements matching those that were in my dream.

"Oh," I gasp. "It wasn't a dream."

"No, baby. No dream." He nips at my clit with his teeth, moving a few fingers in and out of my pussy. The sensations are more intense now that I'm fully awake and I immediately succumb to them, screaming out his name, bucking against him.

Jensen kisses his way up my body, pausing briefly to suck a nipple into his mouth. "Maybe tomorrow you can wake me up that way," he teases with the sexiest smile.

I'm still trying to recover when he reaches into the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a condom. "We're not done yet, baby." I watch as he rolls it on his large cock and settles between my legs again. "I told you once I had you, I'd be wanting it all the time. I did warn you," he says, his voice laced with husky amusement, as he pushes inside me.

I'm still sensitive from the orgasm a few seconds ago, coupled with the soreness from our multiple times last night—Jensen said we had lost time to make up for and was quite insatiable—and the feel of his cock inside me causes me to scream as I buck up under him.

"Jesus, Teddy," he groans as his body moves on top of me. "How do you feel so good?"

Once I find my bearings, I shove him off me, pushing him onto his back, and I crawl on top of him.

"Jensen, you've been a very bad boy," I say as I slide onto his cock. "You can't just take what's not yours without asking." I slowly shift up so only the tip of his cock is inside me and I circle my hips around and around, using shallow pumps so only the head of his cock is cocooned in my warmth.

He grips my hips and slams me down, burying his full length in my pussy. "You are mine, Teddy. And I'm yours. Now ride it."

With a firm grip, he guides me up and down, and back and forth; and once I take over the movements, his hands wander up to my boobs, grabbing a handful. When he tweaks my nipples roughly, I throw my head back and moan.

"Baby," Jensen rasps in a whispered, tortured voice, "you're killing me."

He squeezes my ass in both hands, trying to force my movements, but I continue with my lazy circles. The angle of him in this position, how his length scrapes over my clit, is sensory overload. I can feel the telltale warmth spreading through my body. I'm on the precipice, but I'm not quite ready to plummet off the cliff just yet. I want to draw it out and savor the intensity of the sensations.

He pulls me down for kiss; and when his tongue swipes into my mouth, I can taste myself. I sink into him, and we lay chest to chest, his hands gripping my ass as he moves me back and forth over his cock.