Oh hiiiiiii. Am I back? Who knows! But I lurk and these season 4 pictures got me inspired so here's some smut that I've just written at 1 in the morning. Hehe
Living with Ted is a dream. Truly, it's everything you thought it would be. He left, he came back, he moved in with you and now you're just living in this perfectly little bubble. Except the bubble does seem to be getting a little closer to popping because you're spending less and less time together now the Women's league has started.
It's not by choice, both of you know that. Ted has told you he wishes he could see you more and he listens to your concerns when you tell him you just wish he was there when you woke up. There's not much he can do about it though so you deal with it and keep longing for him in mornings.
When you open your eyes one Sunday morning it's still fairly early, the sun hasn't quite risen all the way and the soft fall of the rain tapping against the window makes you burrow down in to the bed to get a little more cosy. Surprisingly, you feel Ted's arm snake around your stomach and he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You assume it's earlier than you'd initially thought but his tired voice fills the room.
"Morning," He murmurs, his breath on your neck sending a gentle shiver down spine.
"What time is it?" You whisper back.
"7 something." His palm is gently stroking over your stomach and in your sleepy state you're confused.
"I am. I have the day off."
"The whole day?" You ask as you turn to face him.
"The whole day." He runs his hand over your thigh as you slide your leg up over his hip.
You instantly feel guilty. It's not like he's avoiding you, he's busy, you're busy. That's life. You shouldn't have complained about it, you should have known Ted would do anything he could to make the situation better.
He placed a soft but somewhat suggestive open mouth kiss to your lips while he whispered, "I've missed you."
"You don't have to do this."
It's getting a little bit more difficult to concentrate because his hand has slid around to your ass. He's got a firm grip and he rocks you gently against him, making sure you can feel him fresh and hard in the morning.
"There's no where else I'd rather be."
"Not even in Spain, tanning it up on the beach?"
"Not a chance... although, maybe there is one better place i can think of."
You don't really get a second to register what's happening, but the next thing you know you're on your back and you see Ted's beautiful mop of brown hair disappearing under the quilt. Your pyjama bottoms are off, your legs are spread and his tongue is on you in a matter of seconds.
"Oh..." is all you can manage. The warmth of his mouth mixed with your evergrowing wetness is a blissful feeling, it makes your back arch up off the bed as he teases you with soft strokes of his tongue over your swollen clit.
"There ain't nothing better than this." He muttered against you, the soft vibrations making your eyes roll.
He's slow and lazy with it. His arms are hooked around your thighs so you can't really move against him to get the friction you crave but God, it feels so good. You're a whimpering mess pretty quickly and when he does a hard, dramatic suck of your little bundle of nerves you pull the quilt off you both, letting it fall to the floor so you can see him.
His bed hair is sticking in all angles and his cheeks are a little flushed. You can't see his full face because there's no way he's even coming up for air but he does look up at you and you could almost cum just from the sight alone.
"So fuckin' delicious." He whispers, giving you a bit more now.
His tongue flicks in circles against you and he let's go of your left thigh so he can tease your entrance. He doesn't hesitate for long, he presses two fingers inside of you and instantly curls them, drawing a loud moan out of you. He works in unison, his tongue and fingers the perfect team as they coax more sounds out of you that almost have Ted rutting against the mattress. You don't even have the capacity to think about that though, you can't think of anything other than the pleasure rushing through you, each flick and push of his fingers have your body reacting. You subconsciously grip Ted's hair and now that you have a little more freedom, rock against him. He doesn't even lose his rhythm, he works with you, fingering you mercilessly and lapping you up like a starved man.
You can't take it much more and Ted knows it. He somehow increases his pace and it sends you in to a fit of pleasure, it feels like your body practically ascends as your orgasm races through every single nerve you have. All you can do is repeat Ted's name over and over again, feeding his ego and his raging hard on.
He knows the perfect time to stop and while you lay lifeless on the bed, dripping between your legs, he looks up at you with a cheeky smile. His moustache is glistening and you get a taste of yourself when he crawls up you and kisses you. There's no other way to describe it than pure filth. His mouth is open wide and he's letting his tongue do the talking. Your whole body feels sensitive so you whimper against him, especially when you feel him strained against his boxers. He's getting them soaking between your legs, rubbing himself against you like he can't help himself and judging by the heavy eyed look on his face, you assume he can't.
"Fuck me." You whisper directly into his ear, your lips brushing against his lobe and he groans quietly.
You reach down to help him with his boxers and when they're off and he's sprung free he doesn't even need to guide himself in to you. All he does is press forward as he's home, your welcomness and wetness doing the work. He pulls his head back to look at you as your hips press together, filling you like no one has before. Sometimes, if it's been a while or you're not wetness enough because you're both so impatient, his size can hurt a little. But not today. Today, you're dripping. You're inviting him, you're pussy is practically hosting a party for him and he's happy to be the honoured guest. His eyes close briefly as he starts to move, his hips pulling back then snapping forward, but he makes sure to open them again so he can take you in. There's no better sight in Ted's mind.
He pins you to the bed by your hands and works his magic. He drives himself in to you, fuled by every sound that leaves your lips.
"Yeah?" He responds, his mouth hanging open as he pants. "You like that? You like me fucking you like this? God, you look incredible. You feel incredible."
You can't even respond, his words always have a way of rendering you speechless and he knows it. It's like you're made for each other, everything he loves to give, you love to recieve.
He drills in to you repeatedly and you can barely take it anymore. You can feel the warmth pressing down in your pussy. You're getting louder, Ted is fucking you harder and your nails are scratching up and down his back. He's definitely going to have marks, some may even sting when he takes a shower but neither of you care. Neither of you have the capacity to care right now.
Your barely hanging on when he let's go of one of your hands to grip your throat and that does it for you. One little squeeze and you're gone. You're gushing around him, your head thrown back and your mind sees sparkles.
The sight alone does it for Ted, he pushes himself and slams into you as he releases all the tension of the last few weeks. He groans out your name, gripping your neck and your hand tighter as his body shivers and jolts.
It takes a moment for you both to come down from your high. You only regain consciousness when he drops down beside you, sweating and panting. A good few minutes pass before he looks at you with a big smile and you can't help but laugh slightly.
"Morning." You say, rolling over to lay your head on his chest.
"Hi." He's still a little bit breathless but brings his arm up around you, stroking you because your shivering just a little from both the quilt being on the floor and your earth shattering orgasms.
As if he needs to fish for a compliment.
"Life changing." You both laugh and he squeezes you a little tighter. "We should shower."
"No, no, no." He protests and leans down to pull the quilt back on the bed. "Let's go back to sleep... then when we wake up we'll do that all over again, ok?"
Who are you to argue with such a perfect idea?
