Living In The Shallows (UK Crush #1)

Chapter Fifty-Four

"Do I talk too much? Am I talking too much?" I asked nervously. "I can't help it, it's what I do, but I can try not to, if you want." I stopped. "I mean, I'll stop, if you tell me to." I stopped again. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

He smiled, coming back so we were face to face. "I wouldn't expect anything less from a girl whose nickname is 'the mouth'," he said, laughing. He kissed me again, leading with his tongue, touching mine gently, sucking it back into his, making happy moaning sounds. "Don't think so much, we're going to be fine, honest. This is amazing fun." He nodded reassuringly, and went back down my body, kissing me as he went.

He put a hand on each knee. "You're such a pretty girl," I heard him say, and I looked down at him. His eyes met mine, smiling at me, and I lay back. "Okay, here we go," he said, and dipped his head. I was immediately filled with the most amazing sensation, like nothing I'd ever felt before, of wetness, warmth, of intimacy. Every time I thought I couldn't feel more intimate or closer to him, he did something to prove me wrong. Wow. His mouth was on my most private anatomy, my sex, giving me pleasure, enjoying giving me pleasure, from the sounds he was making. His tongue flicked on my center, causing it to swell and get even more sensitive, making my legs twitch and jump as my hips spasmed. He used his hands to anchor my hips in place as his tongue licked between the folds of my sex, moaning with pleasure as he sucked on me. Oh my god. I'd never felt anything like this before, ever. He showed no signs of wanting to stop; in fact, he was going deeper and deeper with each movement of his tongue, sucking on me, and had added his fingers to the party. I was starting to move my hips to match his thrusts, a feeling growing deep inside of me. Those sounds were starting in my throat again. Holy fuck. I was starting to have strange, strong muscle spasms deep inside, and in my thighs.

"Teddy, you'd better stop, something weird is starting to happen," I gasped, very close to losing control of—something. He lifted his head, crawling back up to my head and kissing me, and I could taste myself on his lips, which was sexy too. He smiled at me. "Very very sexy, Birdie," he whispered. "Oh my god, you taste incredible. I could do that to you all day long." He leaned into me, kissing me, and I wrapped my legs around him, kissing him back. He stroked me, the length of my body, and we rolled over, when I suddenly realized that he was still wearing his pajama bottoms. I plucked at the drawstrings, motioning for him to untie them.

He laughed. "Okay, though I should warn you, the naked male isn't nearly as lovely as the naked female."

I brushed his opinion aside, and flipped over and untied the drawstring of his sweats. "Come on, then, lower them, please," I reached for them. "Lift your hips, Teddy."

He lifted, sitting up, and I pulled them down. I got my first real look at the male sex organ. It was long, slightly curved, parallel to his body, ridged and strong, topped with a soft round cap.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, fascinated.

"Of course," he said. I lay down on my tummy and reached out and took hold of it with both hands, and it responded to my touch, like a heat sensitive thing. I slowly moved my hands up and down. His head immediately dropped back and his eyes closed. "You don't know how many times I've dreamed of having your hands on me just like this," he said in a low voice.

"Good?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

I scooted closer so I could see it better, up close, and it seemed to strain toward me, toward my mouth, my warm breath.

"You want me to put it in my mouth?" I asked softly, looking up at him. He nodded, so I put my mouth on it, touching the soft, velvety tip with my tongue and pushing on to the ridged and hard part. "How far?" I asked.