Jensen

THE HARD PELTING OF RAIN AGAINST THE roof slowly drags me out of my semi-conscious slumber. The absence of sun on this dreary day makes it impossible to know the time. Since the dog hasn't barged in with his usual demanding manner, the world's most annoying alarm clock, I'm guessing it's still pretty early. I don't dare move to check the time fearing any movements will disrupt the most perfect moment I'd like to live in a bit longer.

Snuggled in my arms is my beautiful girlfriend, her back nestled into my front, our legs tangled together under the blankets. I cherish the mornings I get to wake up with her like this.

I listen to her soft breaths, nuzzling my nose into the strawberry scent of her hair. I can feel myself growing hard between us and I hope it doesn't disturb her sleep. I chuckle inwardly at the thought, knowing just how awkward the mornings have been with my morning wood greeting her.

She hasn't exactly been quiet about the pace of our physical relationship, and being presented with evidence that my body is more than eager to entertain her desires has led to some interesting exchanges.

But, fuck, it's getting harder to resist her, especially after last night. Her tits. Jesus, her tits are as perfect as I remember them. Now that I've held them and tasted them and worshipped them again after all these years, there's no going back.

And seeing her come undone as she came?

There's no way I'll be able to unknow that. I might be addicted after only one hit.

These past few weeks with Teddy have felt so natural, the way she fits so seamlessly into my life, yet there's nothing ordinary being with her like this. I've never felt so high on life, a constant buzz flowing through me, elevating all mundane moments to a whole new level. I feel a new lightness that's never been there before.

Fuck, I think she makes me happy. Really fucking happy.

When she stirs next to me, I hold my breath, waiting. She untangles her legs, brushing her foot along my calf, reminding me of our near state of undress. The shirt she borrowed from me crept up in the night, baring her stomach, only the thin silk of her panties and my boxer briefs separating us from the waist down.

I fan my hand over her stomach, my thumb making soft circles over her skin, and I press my lips to her exposed shoulder, kissing lightly.

"Morning," she rasps, her voice thick with sleep.

Kissing her shoulder again, I whisper, "Morning."

"Someone's excited." She wiggles her butt against me, acknowledging the hard dick in the room.

"Always." I nuzzle into her neck, dragging my teeth over her skin.

Her breath hitches and she clasps a hand around my wrist on her stomach. "You're insatiable."

I chuckle roughly against her neck. "Before you couldn't wait to hurry things along. And now you're giving me a hard time because I want more?"

She guides my hand under the shirt and I take over, palming a breast greedily before pinching her nipple. It puckers against my fingers, and I involuntarily thrust my dick against her from behind.

"I'm not giving you a hard time," she says through a moan. "Just pointing out the obvious."

"Teddy," I say gruffly, continuing my exploration of her glorious tits. "It wasn't that I didn't want you before. You know this. I wanted you desperately. And now that I've made you come and we aren't going as slow, I'm going to be greedy. Just a warning so you're prepared. I'm going to want you all the fucking time." I punctuate this statement with another thrust against her.

"So, what, you're like Jensen unleashed?"

"Not quite," I whisper, sucking lightly on her neck. "Soon, baby. It'll be worth the wait."

"I have zero doubts, J," she admits, rolling her hips against my groin.

My hand wanders hand down her stomach and lightly breezes over panties, groaning when I discover them damp. "For someone with so many comments this morning, you sure are pretty wet for me, baby. You greedy for me?"

I swipe lazily over the dampness, thoroughly enjoying the way the teasing has her body coiling with need.

"Jensen," she urges in a whispered voice, her legs opening in invitation.

I dip my hand under the waistband of her panties and pause to holster my own desires. If I'm not careful, I'm going to pin her to the bed, tear off the panties and plunge inside her. My need for this woman is so strong. I'm tempting my self-control by touching her so intimately, but I can't help myself. After watching her come on me last night, I'm desperate for more. I want to feel her come on my fingers, to know what it's like to have her warm cunt convulse against me, a sweet foreshadow of what's to come when it's my dick inside her.

Slowly I swipe my fingers through her folds, noting how warm and wet she is. "Jesus, baby," I breathe into her ear.

I continue the slow exploration, teasing her, enjoying her soft moans. When my thumb glances over her clit, her body jolts against me. I do it again and then again, a bit harder until I'm circling it in a repetitive motion that has her body moving against my hand.

I finger the opening of her cunt a few times before plunging a finger inside. She bucks hard into me. I add a second finger, gliding them in and out while still massaging her clit with my thumb.

"Mmm," she moans deeply, her body alight with goosebumps.

I chuckle deeply in her ear, loving her reaction to the way I'm touching her.

I continue exploring her, paying attention to her every reaction. I want to learn what makes her feel good, become an expert of her body.

She becomes desperate and grasps my wrist, riding her pussy against my hand, making the most delicious sounds. I kiss along her neck, sucking and biting, and leave a mark.

"Jensen, no hickeys," she scolds between breathless moaning.

"Too late, baby." I kiss and lick over my mark on her neck. "I guess the whole world gets to see who you belong to.

The words seem to set her off because suddenly she's writhing desperately against me. Finally, her body shudders and she thrusts a few more times before she comes in a low breathless moan. "Jensen," she groans when I continue to finger fuck her, lost in my own desire from the way it feels when the walls of her vagina milk my fingers.

She forces my hand out of her panties and turns in my arms to look at me. "You're in trouble," she announces, her face flushed. The sight of her post orgasm might just be my new favorite thing.

"Oh yeah, baby? Why is that?" I take her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue claiming and my lips bruising.

"We're in a fight," she says, her earlier venom somewhat dampened by the kiss. "No hickeys. At least where people can see them."

With raised eyebrows, I ask, "Other places are fine, though?"

Her slow grin is all the answer I need before I roll her onto her back, one hand holding hers hostage above her head and attacking her tits with my mouth. "These are mine."

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WHILE TEDDY IS FRESHENING UP IN THE BATHROOM, I whip up a batch of pancakes. Chocolate chip because I know it's her favorite. I'm about to flip a pancake over when I feel her hands snack around my waist from behind, her cheek resting against the bare skin of my back. She places a soft kiss where her head rested before pulling away to grab a mug from the cupboard.

I love how comfortable she is in my house. In fact, I love having her in my space. It feels so empty here without her. If I weren't the spearhead of taking things slowly, I would have asked her to move in already. Fuck, I really love the idea of that.

Slow, I remind myself. We're taking things slow.

It's getting harder by the minute to remember my reasons, though.

I watch as she helps herself to some coffee and then plants her body against the counter next to me. I lean over and kiss her, unable to help myself. She pushes me away with a laugh. "Don't burn my breakfast, big guy."

I plate up our breakfast and nod toward the counter behind us. "Go sit. It's time to eat."

She sinks onto a stool, pulling a leg under her, and I place a plate in front of her before fetching silverware, butter and syrup. I settle next to her and watch as she digs in.

"Chocolate chip pancakes. My fave," she mumbles between big bites. "Awww. You must really like me."

I look at her with what I can only assume is a strange expression on my face if it matches the weird feeling in my gut.

"What?" she asks, studying me.

I shake my head and fall quiet a moment, trying to decipher the odd reaction to her words.

"J," she prods, "what is it?

I thumb a spot of chocolate in the corner of her mouth, smearing the warm gooey substance over her lips. I lean down and lick the remainder off.

"Teddy?" My voice is a harsh whisper

"Yeah?"

"I do really like you." I can feel my cheeks warm with a blush. "Like a fucking lot, baby."

She wears goofy smile on her face in response. "I like it when you call me that."

"What? Baby?"

"Yeah," she admits, her own cheeks heating with a blush. "Maybe it's stupid, but it makes me feel cherished or something. Special."

I softly brush my lips over her pink cheek. "You are special, baby."

"Jensen?"

"Yeah?"

"I really like you, too." She fists her hands in my hair and kisses me. "Like a whole fucking lot, baby."

Once we finish eating, we work together to clean up the mess. She's bent over stacking the plates in the dishwasher, her ass in the skimpy panties under my t-shirt on full display, when I remember her weird behavior last night with Rylie.

"Hey, Teddy," I say, prying my eyes away from her backside. When she stands up and looks at me, I ask, "What the fuck is a paperback rider?"

She shakes her head and giggles hysterically. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot about that. You know, with all the orgasms you finally gave me."

"Stop deflecting," I say, placing my hands on her hips, forcing her attention on me. "You two were acting weird last night. So suspicious. Are you going to tell me what that was about?"

"It's top secret, J. I wish I could tell you, but I can't."

Her smirk irritates me, and I grip her chin. "Nope. I'm going to need more."

Sighing, she relents. "Fine. I knew you'd be a big grump about this. It's a book club."

I shoot her a look like I'm not buying it. "Try again. There's no way you'd act so weird about a book club."

She smirks again. "Oh, didn't I mention it was a sexy book club?"

"What the fuck is a sexy book club?" I demand. "Is that code for strippers giving lap dances, because I would not be ok with that." I grip her hips possessively and glare at her.

"No one is surprised by that fact, J, least of all me," she says flippantly, dodging the question.

"Teddy," I warn.

"Relax, Jensen." She weasels out of my arms and backs away wearing a mischievous expression. "They only bring in strippers for special occasions." She whoops out a peel of laughter before racing out of the kitchen. Scout perks up from his spot under the stools, cleaning up all the breakfast spills, and joins in the excitement, bolting around us as I chase my girlfriend.

I finally catch her as she circles back to the kitchen, and I pin her against the counter. "You're not funny, brat."

Shrugging, she boops my nose with a finger. "You're too easy to rile up, J. It might easily be my favorite pastime."

When I growl, she laughs and squirms against my body. "Just tell me what this stupid book club really is, Teddy. Please."

"I wasn't lying. It really is a sexy book club," she admits with a wink. "But I promise there are no strippers. Well, at least I don't think there are."

She laughs but sobers quickly when she sees my hardened expression. "They pick smutty romance novels to read. You know, the kind where there's explicit sex scenes? Each month someone different hosts the meetings. We've heard rumors there are penis-themed snacks and decorations. And it's very exclusive. We've been trying to get invited for years. Actually, I have you to thank for the invitation."

"What are you talking about, woman? This whole thing sounds idiotic. Penis-themed snacks? What the fuck does that even mean?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure I caught their attention when the whole town was talking about the blonde bimbo you tried taking home from Roxy's," she explains, absently running her fingers through my hair, her nails lightly scratching my scalp the way I like.

"Baby, let's not start up on that shit," I say gruffly.

"I'm not starting on it." She fists a handful of my hair and tugs roughly, shooting me an irritated glare. "I'm explaining."

I brush my lips over hers in apology. "Fine. So the rumor mill gets the old ladies all hot and bothered and suddenly you're good enough for their horny book club?"

"Apparently. So, I guess, thank you?"

I slide my hands under her shirt to palm my hands over her ass. "You're not welcome. I don't think I like this book club. You can decline their invitation, right?"

Teddy shoves me away, shifting the shirt back in place over her panties, and then points a finger at me. "I'm going to stop you right there, Jensen Anderson. I have been working my whole adult life to get into this club. You will not ruin it for me. These are fictional men we're lusting over. No one will be touching me or looking at me. No jackoffs to scare away. You can settle it the fuck down right now."

A slow grin settles over my face. "I like a saucy Teddy."

My eyes skim her body and note the way she crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up. "That's another shirt I'm not getting back, yeah? At this rate, you might as well just take my whole closet home with you."

"You want it back?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Fine." Before I can react, she whips the shirt over her head and tosses it onto the floor. She now stands before me in only her skimpy panties.

Without thought, I pounce on her. I lift her onto the counter and wedge myself between her legs, face planting into her tits. "You know these are my weakness," I say against her chest. I pluck a nipple between my teeth and delight in the way it hardens in my mouth. I place light kisses over the marks I made on her tits in bed earlier, the sight of them making my hard dick twitch in my boxers.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so hard. I want you so bad."

She combs her fingers through my hair and sighs. "You're wanting me to be the strong one this time, aren't you?"

"Yes, baby," I groan. "It can't be me this time." I kiss her hungrily to prove my point.

"Fine, Jensen," she relents. "But only on one condition. Let me make you feel good like you did me this morning. It's only fair."

She locks eyes with me as she reaches a hand inside my boxer briefs to palm me. "Holy shit, baby. You're huge." Her eyes widen at the revelation, and I smirk evilly.

"You scared?" I ask, delighting in her shock.

Gulping, she nods. "Excited," she whispers, and then amends, "Mostly."

She grips my dick with a tentative hand and lightly moves it up and down the length, using the precum that leaked from the tip for lubrication. When she buries her other hand in my boxers to squeeze my balls, I drop my face to her neck and groan deeply.

I place a hand over hers to show her the exact pressure I like, and we stroke my hard dick together a few times before I remove my hand. I tug her hair, angling her head where I want it and kiss her neck while I shamelessly rut into her hand. It feels so good having her touch me like this. I can feel myself losing control.

"Shit, baby. Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good. Jesus." I hardly recognize the sound of my own voice as I announce my pleasure.

She massages my balls with one hand while she roughly strokes my dick with the other, and I can't control my hips as I ungracefully thrust my pelvis against her hands, wanting more and more. Always more. I groan into her mouth as I give her a bruising kiss, so close to the finish line.

My face falls to her tits, sucking one into my mouth, and I grunt loudly as cum shoots out, releasing myself in a rush all over her hand.

I kiss her hard on the mouth while palming both her tits in my hands. With heavy breaths, I stare at my beautiful girlfriend, her face flushed. A grin breaks across my face and I laugh.

"Looks like you made another mess, Teddy."