It turned out Teddy's parents had to go to a wedding the next day and had to leave very early, so they went to bed very soon after everyone left, apologizing all over the place for leaving us on our own on our first night there. I assured them that it was fine, and Teddy shooed them off to bed, telling them that we were just going to watch a movie and go to bed ourselves.

    I had changed out of my suit into a stretchy sleeveless denim sundress, and I was at that perfect level of relaxation that came from a day of wine and sun. I was looking forward to an evening of cuddle time with more wine and a great movie.

    Teddy poured me a glass and was returning to the kitchen with the bottle, but I grabbed his arm and gestured for him to just leave it. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me.

    "Is my hummingbird going to get squiffy tonight?" he asked, sitting next to me, scooping me into his arm and nuzzling my neck.

    "If by 'squiffy' you mean slightly drunk and very horny, then the answer is yes," I said, straddling him and kissing him with great energy.

    "Mmm, perhaps we should just skip the movie and go straight to bed," he suggested, pulling one of my dress straps down and kissing my shoulder.

    "No, no, I really want you to see this," I protested, getting off of his lap and righting my strap. "This movie is beautiful, these boys are gorgeous, it has the best first kiss I've ever seen, in any movie, like, ever. And the boy who comes in right at the very, very end kind of looks like Matty, I think, I want your opinion on that, okay?" I picked up my wine glass. "I promise, I'll be nice and squiffy after the movie, honest."

    He gave a sigh of resignation and picked up his drink. "I'm nothing if not patient, though I'm not sure if I'm up for two hours of listening to you gush over two gorgeous boys who are falling in love with each other."

    "Well, you can fall in love with them and gush too," I suggested. "They're that beautiful, I promise." I leaned on his chest and put my arms around him.

    We both enjoyed The Way He Looks very much, and the kiss between Leo and Gabriel in Leo's bedroom was as moving and perfect as I remembered; I could feel Teddy tense up right before it happened, so I knew he was emotionally invested as well.

    We did miss a few scenes because we were kissing ourselves; by the end of the movie we were lying down on the couch. He had put his hand up my dress several times, and the buttons on the front had been unbuttoned.

    As the credits rolled, Teddy remarked, "I haven't snogged on a couch in my parents' house since I was in school."

    "And I've never done it at all," I said dreamily, feeling a little unreal from the wine, the sun, the romantic movie and making out with Teddy.

    "You, my darling, look incredible, unbelievably sexy," he said, looking down at me. "Your hair's a crazy mess, your dress is unbuttoned, showing your bra, your dress is all hiked up, showing your thighs and part of your knickers, Jesus Christ almighty, I could just fuck you right here on the couch--" He bent down to kiss the part of me that was exposed by my unbuttoned dress, and I arched toward his mouth, grabbing his head.

    "Fuck me, we've got to get upstairs right now, okay?" He whispered hoarsely. "I mean, there's PDA, then there's being caught shagging on the couch by your parents when you're twenty-three years old. One I'm okay with, the other not so much. Come on, darling, let's go."

        As soon as the door was closed he turned to me, unbuttoning my dress the rest of the way. "And we can be as loud as we like," said. "Their room is all the way on the other side of the house." He yanked my dress down in one quick movement, putting a foot behind me and gently tripping me onto the bed. He fell on top of me with a very satisfied "Yum," and peeled my bra off my shoulders, popping the front closure with an experienced twist of his hand.

    "So glad most of your bras close in the front, so convenient, not to mention so bloody hot," he said in a whisper, lowering his head to my breasts, making a greedy sound of contentment, his hand already pulling my undies down. I may have made some sound of assent as I pulled his shorts off him.

    His remarks about being as loud as we wanted notwithstanding, I tried my best to be quiet. It was his parents' house, after all. I bit down on my lips and grabbed his hair, hard, my chest heaving, arching my back to meet his mouth as he gripped my torso with his hands.

    "Harder, Birdie, pull my hair," he breathed, moaning when I complied. "And stop trying to be quiet," he continued. "Want to hear you, the fucking noises you make—" He wrapped his hand in my hair, too, giving a long, steady pull that I felt to my core. I let out a breathy sound, which caused him to throb and twitch against my thigh. Oh Jesus. His chest and shoulders were taking on the telltale flush, his eyes glassy, pupils blown.

    I was all the way ready, after the day I'd had. "Don't wait on my account," I whispered, "I'm really, really close, I've been waiting for this all day."

    He looked up at me. "That's my girl," he said with a sexy smile, moving up to enter me. Again the lovely stretch as he sank slowly into me, making me feel every inch of him, every ridge and bump. He let out his breath in a long sigh, muttering, "Jesus, feels so fucking good—"

    As it just went on and on, Teddy rolled us over, holding my hips as I undulated on top of him, putting his thumbs on me, knowing from my breathing that I was close, so close. He pushed on my center, swirling his thumbs faster, and I exhaled explosively as I came, clenching on him, thighs tensing, jerking on top of him. My hair was falling forward, so I sat up straight, gathering it on top of my head in one hand, feeling powerful and in control as my orgasm continued to roll through me.

    Teddy looked up at me, eyes moving down to my slowly bouncing breasts, then back to my face, helping me move my hips in their slow rhythm, sweat at his hairline, whispering, "God, you look incredible, going to come, can't take this, Jesus fucking Christ—" He closed his eyes, letting go of me and grabbing the sheets in his fists, tipping his head back as he pushed himself into me, lifting me completely off the bed.

    I think he cried out once as I fell forward onto him, then he let out a huge, shuddering breath as his arms came around me, squeezing me so tightly that it actually hurt. I endured it, knowing that it wouldn't last for more than a few seconds, but he surprised me, starting to relax, then squeezing me again, just as tightly. I could feel him, hot and wet, deep inside my body, and just the thought of that made me see stars; I started to pass out, but he released me just in time, and I collapsed onto him, gasping for air, as I felt his entire body break out in fresh perspiration. He was hyperventilating, and I tried to get off him so he could get more air, but he shook his head and held me where I was, so I relaxed and stayed, trying not to put all of my body weight on him.

    He rolled us so we were side by side but still joined, and smiled at me. The sweat was actually rolling off him, there was so much. I reached up and wiped some off his face.

    "Are you okay?" I asked. "It's pouring off you. I've never seen you like this. It's not even that hot."

    He grinned at me. "I came twice," he said.

    "What?" I stared at him.

    "I fucking came twice," he repeated.

    "You didn't," I said, beginning to smile myself. "Men don't do that."

    "I fucking did," he said, continuing to grin. "I know what it feels like, and I'm telling you, I came twice."

    "But I only felt you once," I said, smoothing his damp hair off his forehead. "I mean, you know, things get really, um, warm and slippery, after, and I only felt it once."

    "No, I know," he said, kissing me. "I only ejaculated once, at the very end, but before that, I came, and then I came again. I'm telling you, it fucking happened." He laughed his special laugh. "Fucking multiple orgasm! I can't believe it!"

    I grabbed his shirt from behind him and wiped his face, which was still perspiring like crazy. "So, if this really happened, does mean I get credit for it, like you got credit for me fainting that first time?" I asked with a grin.

    He put his free hand on my cheek, kissing my nose and smiling gently at me. "Of course," he said softly. "Who else would get the credit, if credit is to be got? I've had probably close to a hundred lovers in my life, if not more," he said, looking into my eyes. "And I've never even come close to feeling anything like that."

    He continued to look at me. "Does my past bother you? I mean, does it bother you that I have such an extensive one, or that I bring it up? Because I can't do anything about the fact it exists, but I certainly don't ever have to talk about it again if you don't want me to." He smoothed my hair behind my ear and kissed me again. "Hmm?"

    I sighed. "No, neither bothers me. I used to worry that I would suffer by comparison, you know, the golf thing?" He smiled, nodding. "Plus, all your compliments about my 'curviness' aside, I know I'm bigger than your previous lovers. But I try not to worry about that." I smiled, remembering the adorable Thomas.

    He smiled back. "Absolutely no need, honest. You're the best sex I've ever had."

    I grinned. "Me too. I used to try to imagine what it was like, but I never even had feelings of wanting to. It just seemed like such a colossal bother. Then I met you."

    He pulled me closer, and, unbelievably, I could feel him stirring inside me. I wouldn't have thought that possible, so soon after.

    "If I had known that I was going to meet you when I was twenty-three, I would have gladly foregone all those other women and just waited for you, darling," he whispered. "Honestly, I would. But I had no idea you were out there, waiting for me." He took a deep breath. "It would have saved me so many dark, dark, nights, if I'd known that so much sunshine and light was waiting for me," he said, looking at my face. He leaned his forehead against mine.

    "God, I love you so much. If anything were to happen to you, my life would be so, so over," he said, and his voice was so certain it frightened me a little.

    "Well, good thing nothing's going to happen to me, then, hmm?" I said, giving him a little shake. "We're going to be each other's cave man and cave woman for a long, long, time, right?"

    "Right, my love, right," he murmured. He stirred inside me again. "You can ignore that," he said with a soft laugh. "The desire is there, but I'm exhausted." He folded his arms across my back, pulling the sheet over us from behind him.

    "Imagine how wonderful it would be if we'd just made a baby," he whispered in my ear.

    My grip on him tightened. It was a heady thought. All of the plans I'd made for myself and my life suddenly didn't seem as important compared to the thought of a child, mine and Teddy's child...I pushed the thought resolutely away. I had to have something to offer a child besides being the chattel of a wealthy rock star.

    "When the time's right, it's going to be wonderful, Birdie, I promise," he whispered with a kiss to my ear. "Our children will have everything, and they'll be the happiest children who ever lived.

    "Fucking multiple orgasm, who'd have thought?" He mused sleepily, ever the king of the non-sequitur. He kissed me, closed his eyes, and was sleeping ten seconds later.

If you haven't seen The Way He Looks, directed by Daniel Ribeiro, you should.