We got in the car, and Teddy gave Geth's address; then he pushed the button that raised the privacy screen between us and the driver. I turned to him, but he kissed me before I got a word out, sitting back on the seat and pulling me onto his lap. He slowed things down on purpose, pulling me against him, opening his mouth slowly, gently, running his tongue along mine. He quickly pulled my shirt off, making a happy noise of satisfaction as he saw my torso, clad in only a pink see-through bra. He leaned close, breathing warm air onto one breast, then the other. He reached out, popping the hooks, then pulling the bra apart, his favorite part of the whole procedure. He slowly pulled the cups off. The nipples began to tighten immediately, and he bent his head down, sucking on first one, then the other, as I leaned my head back and gave myself over to the sheer physical pleasure of his wet, warm tongue on me. I arched my back, resting my hands behind me on his knees, my head hanging back. He held my torso to his mouth, both of us finally able to let out what had been building all day.

    "God, they're just beautiful, the most gorgeous, perfect things," he murmured. He sucked on them, first one, then the other, until I thought I'd lose my mind. He began pushing and pulling me, like before, and I came just from riding his thigh, the denim of my jeans creating the most amazing friction. I was gasping and out of breath when he finally pulled me up so we were face to face. He smiled at me, at my dreamy and unfocused expression, with a look of fatuous satisfaction at making me feel so good.

    "Birdie, you look so sexy," he breathed. "Did I make you feel good, hmm?" I nodded, closing my eyes, still breathing hard. I grabbed his head, holding him to me. "Thank you," I murmured into the top of his head.

    I unsnapped his pants, unzipped them, and had him lift his hips so I could pull them off, along with his briefs. He was hard, practically pulsing in my hand, the tip already dark and leaking. I put my mouth on him and moved up and down a couple times, as he watched me intently. I used my tongue on the tip, spreading the creamy liquid. His breath caught, his hips rising to meet my mouth as he tangled his fingers in my hair. He gasped as his head fell back, his eyes closed. A quick look out the (thankfully) tinted window at the gridlock traffic told me I'd have plenty of time.

    I gathered some spit and let it fall from my mouth onto the tip of him, using my fingers to spread it evenly all over, slowly pumping him. "Shit, shit," he moaned, and I removed my hand. That wasn't the plan, I had something else in mind.

    He held my hair out of the way, and I looked up at him. "You look amazing, so completely, fucking hot," he whispered between gritted teeth. "With just your jeans on and nothing else, you could make any man come just by looking at you."

    I shifted position, lowering my breasts over him. I held them in place with my hands, slowly moving them up in down. I kept my eyes on his face, gauging his reactions. I figured he'd let me know if it was working, if he liked it.

    "Teddy, put your hands over mine," I commanded. "Show me how you like it, how you want it."

    His head fell back, eyes closed, biting his lower lip. His large hands closed over mine, enveloping them. The flesh of my breasts squeezed out between our fingers, their softness completely enclosing his hardness. We moved up and down, slowly at first, then with more energy, as he gasped and moaned.

    He looked down at me, curse words spilling out of his mouth, shaking his head. "Never experienced anything like this, ever," he said. He began to shudder. "Going to come, okay?" He managed in a quaking voice.

    "Yes, okay," I said, as we continued to move our hands up and down.

    "Oh, wow," he said, taking a deep breath and holding it as he exploded beneath our hands.

    It went on and on, with him gasping, his hands convulsively squeezing mine, which had remained on him throughout.

    Finally spent, his head fell back, letting go of my hands. I let go of him, wiped my hands on my pants, and straddled him, leaning my head on his chest. His arms came around me, hugging me tight. "Thank you for that, Birdie, my love," he said, breathing hard.

    I laughed softly, causing him to shake me until I lifted my head.

    "What's so funny, hmm?" He asked.

    "Kind of cute how much your grammar improves after you come, that's all," I commented.

    He rolled his eyes at me. I put my head back down and we stayed that way for a bit, just catching our breath. I finally pushed myself off his chest.

    "Maybe we should tidy up a bit, hmm?" I suggested.

    "What do you mean?" He asked with a drowsy smile.

    "Well, considering that between the two of us we're wearing one pair of pants and one shirt, I'd say that getting dressed would be a good start," I said with a laugh. "Then, possibly wiping some of the surfaces in here, if you ever want to use this car service again?"

    "Yes, I see what you're saying now, love, right as usual," he said, sitting up.

    I got off his lap, re-hooked my bra and looked around for my shirt.

    He pulled his pants up, got things tucked in, and we managed to get the back seat of the car looking close to normal again. We rolled the windows down to get the sex smell out, putting our sweaters on and holding each other to stay warm. It was actually kind of exhilarating, driving through the night (the traffic had thinned as we approached Gethin's house) with the wind swirling through the car, shrieking with laughter. I wondered what the driver thought.

    When we got home, we stopped in the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey, a couple of glasses, and a bottle opener, and went up to our room. As soon as the door was closed behind us, Teddy put the bottles down, took the glasses, etc., out of my hands, took me in his arms, and just kissed me, like it was our first kiss, slow, gentle, romantic. I put my arms around his neck and returned the kiss the same way.

    "I love you," he whispered, eyes closed. "I love you so much. You make me so happy."

    "Me too," I whispered, kissing his cheek and hugging myself to him tightly. "Me too.

    "Hey, you know what I really want to do right now?" I asked, smiling at him.

    "I hope I know what you want to do," he responded, smiling back at me with raised eyebrows.

    "Well, yes, but before that, I mean," I said.

    "Before? Not before?" He looked like a little boy who'd been told he'd have to do his homework before he could go to Disneyland.

    "Well, yeah," I said apologetically, "I really do want to do it before, but it will be really nice, for you too, I think."

    "You think?" He sounded dubious. "I don't know. That's what my dad said when he took me and my cousin to the technology expo when I was twelve. And you know what? It wasn't very nice, boring as hell, if I recall." He kissed me again. "Can't we just get to the sex part?"

    "Look, here's the thing," I said.

    Teddy sat down on the bed. "Oh no, not the thing, please, you know how I hate the thing," he said.

    I sat down next to him, smiling. "Please, please, it's been so long since I've had one, and today would be perfect; it's been cold, we've been outside, I'm kind of manky all over--"

    "Did you say 'manky'?" His voice was disbelieving. "You are many things, but never, ever, manky. Where did you even hear that word?"

    "Bridget Jones," I said. "Book, not movie.    

    "Anyway, did you notice what was next to our shower?" I asked.

    "Next to our shower?" He asked, mystified. "No, I have no idea."

    "A bathtub," I said. "A huge, deep, bathtub, with spa jets and everything. And that body wash I have that you love so much bubbles up really well in water. And I haven't had one since we were in LA. And I've never taken one with you. And it would actually be kind of romantic, if you think about it, and--"

    "Are you saying you want to have a bath with me?" He asked, finger walking his hand over to mine and covering my fingers with his.

    I nodded. "We could have bubbles, and we could have the drinks, and we could just relax and talk, and maybe just see what happens?" I finger walked my other hand up his body to his neck so I could pull him to me and kiss him. "Please," I whispered. "It would probably really put me in the mood, I bet."

    He snorted. "What, because otherwise you wouldn't be?" He stroked my shoulder. "Birdie, I mean this in the nicest, most respectful way, but you are the horniest, most highly sexed girl I've ever known in my life." I gasped and started to pull away.

    "No, no no no," he said, pulling me back and holding me close. "I told you, I mean it in the nice way, the good way. It's fantastic, truly. I've had more sex with you then probably all the other women I've known put together. I never thought I'd want to have sex with one person this much, and I certainly never thought one person would want to have sex with me this much.

    "Can I let you go? You going to stop trying to run away?" At my nod, he released me. "Anyway, like I was saying, normally, once you have sex, you feel satisfied for a little while. I mean, at the beginning, when it's someone new, sometimes you want it more often, but it usually settles down pretty quickly." He shrugged, putting an arm around me and pulling me close.

    "I mean, so I've heard. I myself have never been with anyone longer than a couple of weeks, and normally after the first couple of times, I didn't care one way or another if I saw her again or not." He looked at me, lips pressed together, and looked away, shaking his head. He sighed.

    "Until I met you, I didn't understand any of this at all. It was unfathomable to me how people stayed together for so long, how they wanted to get married and stay with the same person for years and years.

    "Sometimes, when I'd take a girl on a romantic holiday or whatever, I'd pretend to get sick so I wouldn't have to stay for the whole thing, so I could cut it short and come home early, because I couldn't stand the thought of being with her for that long." He looked at me again.

    "I know, I was a real shit, wasn't I? A total knob. No wonder Matthew was horrified at the thought of you and me together." His shoulders slumped. "I'm a real lady killer. Great."

    I never knew what to say or do when he got into one of these moods. I straddled him and hugged him with all my strength, holding his head to my chest.

    "But you're not anymore. You did meet me, and for some reason, we just work together, don't we? Hmm?" I gave him a little shake. His arms came around me, and he nodded.

    "Yeah, we do, we do. I'm so lucky," he said fiercely. 

    "You're not the only one, my dearest, sweetest, boy," I said.