Her Teddy Bear (3 page)

Just one more minute.

He twirled one finger around my clit, then fingered me in my wet slit, but the angle wasn't quite right. I moved my hips, thrusting against his gentle pressure, but I was partly pinned by his weight. Being so close but not there was maddening.

I grabbed his face with my hands, kissed him fiercely, and said, “Get your hand out of my panties and take me to your house.”

He slowly withdrew his finger and dragged it up and out, across my aching clit.

“Anything you want,” he said.

We both glanced down at his cock, which was already hard again and ready to go.

Again, I cursed my cable-knit tights. If I didn't have them on, we'd be fucking by now.

But it would be fine. We'd go to his house, take our time, and do it right.

I reached down and pulled his shorts up, tucking his stiffening member back away. “We'll save that for later,” I said.

“Anything you want,” he repeated.

He awkwardly scrambled to get his trousers done up again, then opened the vehicle's door. The air outside was surprisingly chilly compared to the heat we'd generated inside. Our windows were foggy.

He kissed me on the lips tenderly, then closed the door and walked around to his side.

I moved my seat upright again and turned my head to watch him as he walked up to his door. He had the biggest smile on his face.

Trevor's place was way out in the 'burbs and I teased him about being a country boy.

When we pulled up to his place, I understood why he didn't live in the cramped city where my parents did.

He didn't have a straight-in driveway, but one of those crescent-shaped paths that circled around lush landscaping, all lit by gold-hued lanterns. Some lights in the house flickered on as we parked.

“Is someone home?” I asked.

“It's on a sensor,” he said.

“Your house is computerized?”

He turned and gave me a look that said he was proud of his house. “I get to try things out for the real estate development business, and they're a tax write-off, but … I'd do these things even if it weren't something that made me money.” The truck was stopped, parked, and he turned off the ignition and reached for his door handle. “Life is for enjoying.”

He stepped out and I unbuckled my seat belt and waited for him to appear at my side, my loins tickling with the thought of touching him some more, of slipping my hands under his shirt and feeling all that great chest hair and those muscles.

He opened the door and scooped me up roughly, which made me squeal with excitement. He didn't set me down, but kicked the truck door shut with one big foot and carried me all the way into the house.

Inside, I tried to look around at the place for more clues about Trevor, but as I gazed up at the chandelier in the foyer, he kissed my neck as his hands roamed around my body.

His touch was incredible, and I wanted him all over me.

He clutched me and nibbled on my ear as his fingertips traced up and down the curve of my back. His touch was so manly, so heavenly. His voice low and sexy, thick with desire, he said, “Do you want something to drink? I have beer, wine, I even have some of those fruity things girls like. Ciders.”

“Maybe later.” I reached behind me to the button on my pencil skirt, unfastened it and the zipper, and shimmied out of my skirt. Right there in his brightly-lit foyer.

He leaned back and took an appreciative look. I was in my tights now, and I was feeling cute, but a bit ridiculous. I kicked off my ballet flats.

Trevor stepped back and kicked off his shoes. He slipped off his leather jacket and let it fall to the tile floor, then clicked something on a panel on the wall.

The light shifted, from bright to dim, and soft music began to play.

“Come here,” he said, patting his hips. “Come jump on me.”

I ran toward him and jumped up. He caught me easily, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the welcoming hard bulge of his crotch, so near, and separated by only a few thin layers of clothing.

He ran his hands up and down my thighs, squeezing my ass and thrusting his pelvis against mine. I moaned and fluttered my eyes as our centers made contact.

I said, “Bedroom?”

He turned me around and set me on a table next to a lamp. He ground into me as he undid his belt.

“Can't wait,” he said.

I stopped his hands and said, “Bedroom. Please tell me you have an enormous bed.”

“King size.”

With one arm still around his neck, I reached the other hand down and stroked his erection. “King size.”

He kissed me and easily hoisted me off the side table, the lamp wobbling from the movement but not falling.

He carried me, wrapped around him, up the stairs and down a hall, into the master bedroom.

The bed wasn't made, and there were clothes on the floor. The closet door was open, but other than that, the room was a dream, like a great hotel suite, with plenty of space and an enormous poster-frame bed.

He threw me down on the bed and followed, on hands and knees above me.

I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest. I tweaked one nipple and found it was tight and hard. I stroked down his stomach, which was not skinny, but just right.

A thought popped into my head and I went with it. “Growl for me,” I said.

“Rowrrrr.”

“Louder.”

“Grrrrr.”

He grabbed the waistband of my tights and yanked them down. My panties went with them, exposing my pussy suddenly.

“Grrrrr,” he said, and he bent my legs up. From my knees down, I was still caught up in the tights, bound, but he folded my legs over my head and was already in me with one finger, and licking away at my pussy, his tongue driving hard between the folds to lick my special nub.

I would normally have been self-conscious in this position, exposing everything from my clit to my bum, yet the pleasure and excitement overrode those feelings in a rush of lust.

He was eating away at me, licking and massaging, and I was a whimpering puddle of desire, holding onto my knees and letting them part as much as they could so he could get at me better. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, but mainly right where he was, between my legs.

The feeling of orgasm started to build, with heat.

He growled again, into my pussy, still devouring me. He slid two fingers in and out, probing and thrusting.

My walls clutched at him and I thrust at him, desperately. I moaned, closed my eyes, and let it happen.

The pleasure washed over me like the wave of an ocean, and I relaxed, utterly, and succumbed to it.

As my walls shuddered in ecstasy around his fingers, he slowed, licked a little more, then said, “Damn.”

After I let out a great sigh, he let go of my legs. They were weak and floppy, and I knew I had a giddy look on my face, but I didn't care.

He yanked away at my tights, finally pulling them all the way off.

Then he lay with his body between my legs and he helped me get off my shirt and my bra.

“You have amazing tits,” he said.

He shifted his body up and eagerly fondled and caressed my breasts, nibbling and sucking on each nipple. The pressure of him sucking on them sent a flash of heat through me, and I was ready to go, wanting his cock inside me more than ever before.

Now I was naked and he was not.

As he kissed my breasts, tonguing my nipples with electric sensation, I helped him get his shirt off.

Then we moved on to his pants. Even though his cock had already been revealed once, I wanted to give myself a second exciting reveal, with more light than the dashboard of his truck this time.

We switched spots, so that he was on his back on his rumpled sheets, which were white, and smelled just a little of him, in a nice way.

With his pants off, I removed his socks, one at a time, since a naked man with no socks is always better. His feet were big, and nicely shaped, with good-looking toes and trimmed nails. He must have had a shower before the date, as his feet smelled great. As I knelt over him, I got a funny idea (again), and I went for it, sticking his big toe right in my mouth. He jolted a little with surprise, then he let out a moan of pure pleasure.

I sucked and licked at his toe as though it was his erection, albeit not as large. He squirmed and moaned. “You're killing me, Naomi,” he said. “That is wicked sexy. Damn!” I massaged his foot lightly as I sucked some more, until he said, “Damn!” again.

Making him want me and keeping him waiting was fanning my desire some more, and my hot little ladycave was wet and wild.

I let his toe out of my mouth and slowly crawled back up the length of him. He was so gorgeous, lying there on his rumpled white sheets, in his bedroom with the soft, gold, computer-controlled lighting. The music was still playing, but not loud enough to be distracting.

I straddled one of his big, muscular thighs, and softly rode it for a moment, undulating my torso and showing off my tits for him.

He gobbled me up with his eyes, and finally, I grabbed for the waistband of his shorts, pulled them away from his stiffness, and eased them down.

I leaned forward and licked the head, not putting him my mouth, but teasing all around the ridge of the head with my tongue.

He growled again, like a bear this time, and I rewarded him by putting the head in my mouth and giving it a little suck. He growled, and I took him deeper. He kept growling like an animal, that rumbling voice sending erotic thrills through my body, and I sucked him as though time had stopped and there was nothing else in the world but me and that magnificent cock.

Finally, when I could wait no longer, I climbed up on top of him and pressed the tip of him to my opening.

As he held my thighs and tried to thrust into me, I put a hand on his chest and said, “Careful.”

“Oh.”

“I'm really wet and ready for you, but you're so big.”

“You're just saying that,” he said.

I eased down, taking in a couple inches of cock. He was so long that the thickness of him was a surprise, as he was so well-proportioned.

I went a little further, my vag expanding to take him in.

“Come here,” he said, patting his chest.

I moved forward on him and lay on his chest, letting him support the weight of my upper body.

He rocked his hips under me, pushing a little, but not much, and easing back out again. It felt good. So, so, so good. My whole area, from my clit to my butt was tingling, alive, and my pussy was so full and wonderfully stretched.

I was nice and wet, so slippery, and I began rocking my hips in rhythm with his. He pushed against me, pressing deeper, but with the position I was in, I could ease back up on his chest if it got to be too much.

He gently plunged in and out of me, and I moved without thinking.

Pulsing.

Riding.

Rocking.

Like a boat on the ocean.

My orgasm burst out like an opening flower, like a rose, and I felt divinely beautiful in my ecstasy. His hands were all over me, on my ass, on my back, in my hair, on my tits. Such big hands. His touch felt like more than one person, so encompassing.

As I rocked, riding my orgasm to its peak, his breathing changed and his muscles clenched under me, like he was holding back.

I pressed both hands onto his chest so I could hold myself and he could drive into me, a little further. I took more of him inside me, as much as I dared.

He gasped and plunged, his cock impossibly firm inside me, and then it got steamy. His hot seed flowed into me, pumping, and setting off a second wave of my orgasm as he splashed inside me and my eager cervix swooped down automatically, as nature intended, kissing the top of his penis inside me, dipping and dipping against the fluid, and as he flooded me with his warmth and his passion, I shuddered and ground down against his hips, locking him inside me.

We were both panting.

I relaxed my arms and fell down onto his broad chest, glistening with sweat.

My own side also glistened in the soft light, and I was as sweaty as he was.

He started to say something, and I held my finger to his lips to stop him.

“Let me guess,” I said. “Damn?”

He laughed, and his softening cock slipped out a little, reminding me of its presence.

“Am I that predictable?”

“In a good way,” I said. “I liked hearing you say that.”

After a moment, lying like this, his penis started to get hard again, and he nudged it into me, sliding in easily on his own fluid.

I pulled away from him, slipped off, and rolled onto my side. “I need some recovery time!” I said.

He glanced at the LED clock next to the bed and frowned. “How long?”

I shrugged.

“Oh!” he said, sitting up. “If you thought the computerized lights were cool, you should see the bathroom.”

“Lead the way,” I said.

The rest of the night, my first date with Trevor, was a little more mellow, but still amazing.

I thought we'd have sex again after a shower, but we ended up in his custom tub with jets. The thing was almost the size of a hot tub, but shaped perfectly for two people.

We relaxed in the water with some bubbles. We faced each other, each with our torsos resting in a groove, and I rubbed his feet while he massaged mine.

He said, “Mm, mutual.”

“Mutual is good,” I said.

“This is the life,” he said, and I don't remember much else, because I actually fell asleep, right there in the warm, bubbly tub.

I'd only had a couple glasses of wine at the restaurant, but that, combined with all the sex, and then the hot bath, put me out like a little lamb.

He woke me up and got me toweled off and tucked into bed.

His bed.

With Trevor.

He spooned me, but his cock was getting hard from touching my bum, so I made him roll over the other way. I lay on my side facing his back and spooned him, my arm around his chest, stroking the fur than ran down his midline.

“My teddy bear,” I said.

“I'm a big, bad bear.”

“No, you're a teddy,” I said, and then I crashed.