*20 #Kaleidoscope

Anxiety had been festering and multiplying inside since the moment Teddi saw his name on the phone screen.  Under normal circumstances, she would’ve mediated and dunked her aromatherapy pendant in lavender, but there was no time for either.  There was barely time for a thirty-second blow dry before throwing on the odorless necklace and some clothes.

 

So, when Jon kicked the door shut behind him…

 

Well, she’d wound herself into such a tizzy by that point, she nearly fainted.  The wall at her back was the only thing that saved her from hitting the marble foyer in a trembling heap of distress.  She’d gripped the raised edge of the wainscoting with her left hand, using it as a touch point to ground her, while her right lay limply folded over the necklace. 

 

She was suffocating.  She couldn’t breathe.  There wasn’t enough oxygen.  Damn it to hell, she was going to faint.

 

Then his fingers closed around hers.

 

That simple contact righted a world which had tilted to an intolerable angle.  He became the touch point that grounded Teddi, allowing her to draw the sweetest, purest breath she’d had since 1989.  When he locked around her wrist, she almost whimpered at the wave of peace that washed away the panic. 

 

Yes, her heart still beat too fast, but it wasn’t unnatural.  Death was the only thing capable of slowing a woman’s heart when a man looked at her the way Jon did now.  With intensity.  Determination.  Purpose.   

 

Exhilaration eased the heaviness cramping Teddi’s stomach and warmed it to molten lava.  That lava slid low into her belly and bubbled at his husky, “Dr. Montgomery… consider yourself fired.”

 

“Why?”

 

He must’ve found the breathy question amusing, because one corner of his mouth slanted up for a split second before levelling to murmur, “You’re a smart woman.  Figure it out.”

 

Teddi already had.  Every fiber of her being knew, and the more sentimental of those fibers begged her not to speak.  They beseeched her to be still and soak in everything about this moment so that she could savor it in the aftermath.

 

A woman only crossed the precious bridge from fantasy to reality once in her life – twice if she was lucky.  Teddi knew the bridge would burn behind her once she’d crossed, and that this magical sliver of time lasted only as long as the journey. 

 

The rarity of this passage was enhanced by another fleeting wonder – the purest moment of any relationship.  When two souls craved one another without condition, past baggage or future expectations.  It was like Christmas Eve, when fairy dust floated through the air, invisible yet glittering with the promise of perfection.

 

That’s the feeling Teddi wanted to preserve, and she strained to absorb… everything.

 

From the shadow that obscured the left side of his face to the darkness that eroded his blue eyes to black, she etched this moment into the scrapbook of her mind.  She journaled the scent of sunshine and summer that enveloped him.  She scribed the flavor of his breath mingling with hers.  She relished the heat of their melding auras – right up until Jon slammed the memory book shut and branded the cover with scalding lips.

 

“Mmmm…”  Her appreciative sigh was the steam from the lava in her belly.  It heated the kiss that mocked her fancy imagery and ignited the torch that would incinerate her bridge – and Teddi gladly let it burn.

 

He grunted into her mouth, fingers flexing around her caged wrist as his other hand snuck under her blouse.  Electric fingerprints sizzled into the indentation of her waist, the small of her back, the swell of her rib cage.  They dotted their way up, up, up…

 

“No.”  She twisted free from the kiss, capturing his wandering hand while escaping the wrist lock.  “Not here.  Upstairs.”

 

Jon didn’t fucking like giving up his first taste of her, but he wasn’t the type to cut his nose off to spite his face.  That’s why he allowed himself to be first pushed away, and then led by the hand to docilely follow in her cookie-scented wake. 

 

Thank God it was a quick trip up the stairs and to the door at the end of the hall, where she wrenched open the knob.  He would’ve said he didn’t give a damn what the room looked like as long as there was a bed, but when she flipped the light switch, that simple gesture nearly knocked him on his ass. 

 

Nowhere in his wildest imagination did he expect Teddi to be the only dot of beige in the most colorful bedroom he’d ever seen.  Ever.

 

“Holy shit.”

 

“We can discuss my décor later,” she dismissed his awe and whipped the tank over her head. 

 

One look at her bare chest and Jon forgot the array of scarves and lanterns hanging from the canopy-less bed frame.   Breasts that he’d believed to be avocado size were actually cantaloupes, and they swayed heavily with their plump nipples pleading for his mouth. 

 

He stepped forward to oblige them, but their owner retreated with a shake of the head and dropped her pants. 

 

That fast, his attention was diverted from nipples to her absolute nudity.  The very proper Dr. Montgomery had been commando under her beige camouflage, and the realization had his hard-on raging.  If it hadn’t done the trick, watching her drop to her knees and reach for his zipper sure as hell had him throbbing. 

 

“Whatcha doin’ down there?”

 

Eyes that were as uncloaked as her body latched onto his, and she smiled seductively up at him while dropping his shorts to the floor.  “You’re here for the Gypsy, aren’t you?  Slicking over your erection?”

 

Was he?  Maybe.  Jon didn’t know for sure anymore.  The Gypsy had a way with sexy words, but a fearless Teddi was hotter than hell. 

 

Blow first, think later.

 

“We can start there,” he conceded, pushing hands into her hair.  The cool, damp strands tickled the webbing of his fingers and added a layer of erotica to the hot, wet mouth closing around him.  If he hadn’t been so determined to watch her suck him, Jon’s head would’ve fallen back in ecstasy.  “Fuck.”

 

The quiet hum she gave vibrated against an over-sensitized dick, and Jon reflexively fisted Teddi’s hair without hindering her Olympic effort to swallow him whole.  She reached up to deliver a hard squeeze and the white-tipped nails wrapped around his base looked out of place.  They were too tame for the woman who was going down on him like he was her last meal.  With eyes closed and picking up speed, anybody would think she was doing it for her pleasure instead of his. 

 

“Jesus, that’s good,” he groaned, mesmerized by the view. 

 

Naked breasts swung along with each deep dive, and that squeezing hand of hers had drifted away to cup him from underneath.  The other one was curled around the back of Jon’s thigh, lightly scraping the lower curve of his ass. 

 

The combination of pouty lips skimming over his hard-on and the way her fingers danced was almost too much for him.  It was definitely too much for this early in the game.  If he didn’t get some space, Jon was going to explode.

 

“Hey, hey.”  A gentle tug of hair stilled her motion and allowed him to ease away, but the wet pop that came with freedom had his balls drawing up in tortured pleasure.  “You’re too good at that.”

 

“Too good, huh?” 

 

The gleam in her eyes was like a prism, reflecting all the colors of the rainbow.  Jon had suspected she wasn’t beige on the inside but didn’t realize there were rainbows in there.  This was going to be fun.

 

“Mm-hmm.”  He tossed his shirt aside and extended a hand.  “I’d like to get more than five minutes out of this, yanno?” 

 

When she rose with a throaty giggle, he guided her near and settled his hands atop appealingly curved hips.   The magic scent of vanilla kippers beckoned, and tonight he would heed its call.  Open lips skated over the fragrant patch behind her jaw and, when he flicked the tip of his tongue out for a taste, Jon was rewarded with a sultry purr.

 

He lapped the flavorful skin until it glistened, and when her purr became a whimper, he used his teeth. The slow scrape of incisors over goosebumps must have felt good, because she arched close and clutched the back of his hair. 

 

“Harder.”

 

Happy to oblige, Jon sank into the meaty curve where neck and shoulder joined, earning himself a breathy moan this time.  It was gratifying enough to make him want another, so he held the bite and sucked while simultaneously swabbing his tongue over the tenderized flesh. 

 

Her reaction was more growl than moan, but he’d take it and the soft mounds she ground against his chest. 

 

Mindless fingers trailed daintily down the back of his skull and cradled it the base as Teddi turned heated lips into his neck.  Her approach was effective, just different than his.  Whereas he gnawed and slurped like Rottweiler with a sirloin, she flittered like a hummingbird.  The swipes of her tongue were light and frequent, sampling without gorging.  Tantalizing.  Titillating. 

 

“You taste like the best part of summer,” she breathed against his ear.  “Sweat, sunshine and sex.”

 

His dick raged, straining against her belly and wishing it was a pussy.

 

Jon’s dusted soothing lips over his bitemark and murmured, “I haven’t had sex today.”

 

“But you will.”  Teddi yanked sharply on his hair, continuing her hummingbird expedition under his chin before slicking downward to the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple.  “We’re going to do unspeakable things together.”

 

Hell-to-the-yes they were!

 

He gripped her ass cheeks, both kneading them and holding her firm for the light buck that he couldn’t restrain.  Fragrant tangles were tickling his nose as she shifted to the opposite side of his neck, stirring an aromatic cloud of cookie-ness that had his mouth watering. 

 

He’d dreamed of it for weeks now, and hallelujah, the time for dreaming was over.  Shifting both hands to her waist, Jon tossed his long-anticipated dessert onto the bed and watched hungrily as she bounced in all the right places. 

 

The jostling threw her hair into even wilder disarray, now hanging as much in her face as out of it.  As far as he could tell, she didn’t mind being tossed like a rag doll.  A surprisingly Zen Teddi just peered through her disheveled tresses with interest. 

 

That prismatic gleam shone in the same rainbow colors as the cushions she lounged upon with utter confidence.  Since he first touched her, there’d been zero sign of anxiety, and the necklace dangled untouched.  Then again, her hands were otherwise occupied. 

 

They glided over inner thighs that looked satin smooth from his point of view, and God knew Jon had a good view, since those babies were parted wide-open.  Manicured fingertips grazed the edges of a close-cropped bikini line, wantonly drawing attention to the goods she offered.  Goods he’d already planned to take.  To taste.  To eat until he drank.

 

Crawling between open legs, Jon used the heels of his hands to shove her ass up higher in the bed.  Slender ankles circled around his back as the crease of her leg beckoned him to tuck his nose there.  In a breath, he discovered the hedonistic blend of cookies and pussy was better than he could’ve imagined. 

 

He dove greedily into the slit that reeked of both, and his first lusty swipe had them both groaning with pleasure.  Teddi arched into him, but she couldn’t get any closer than he wanted to be.  Jon was already burrowing deeper inside the magic cookie to gobble at its delicious, gooey center.  Every slick pleat was licked, tasted, sucked and savored.  Every swollen fold was thoroughly explored, lest he find a new flavor to call his favorite.

 

The array of cushions hit the floor one or two at a time as she writhed against the bedding and gripped the covers.  When Jon zeroed in on her clit, rolling it against his tongue, Teddi began an agitated tugging at one of her nipples while the other hand pushed the hair back from Jon’s forehead. 

 

With rapt fascination, she watched him eat, breathing unintelligible words that he took as encouragement.  When he buried two fingers to the hilt and landed on the magic g-spot, she crumpled his hair into her fist.  The accompanying raw cry was so fucking carnal it had him grinding his hips into the mattress and his mouth into her box.  He wanted to see her come undone, and then he wanted to fuck her until she did it again.    

 

Teddi’s skin already glowed with the flush of an oncoming orgasm.  It wouldn’t take a lot, and as much for his own benefit as hers, Jon ate harder – until her clit was as solid as a pink diamond and pulsing in his mouth.  He fingered faster – until her inner walls seized around him.  He massaged that secret spot deep inside – until his hand was sopping wet and the air shattered with her ragged scream. 

 

Then he climbed her body for his reward, leaving a trail of sweet stickiness when tasting his way up her torso.  Heaving breasts got only a quick fondle in passing because Jon’s true mission was to screw her senseless.  He got so far as jamming himself into her still-throbbing sheath for a couple of thrusts.  He even slipped his tongue into her mouth for the same before plans took an unexpected turn. 

 

Teddi shimmied in some mystical way, and the next thing Jon knew, he was flat on his back with hands pinned to the pillows.  Before he blinked again, she’d dug her feet into the mattress and was riding him with reckless abandon. 

 

“My bed, my rules,” she breathed against the mouth she claimed in an equally reckless kiss. 

 

Restraint, if there ever was any, flew out the window.  She may be in the dominant position, but Jon pummeled her from beneath and met her tongue stroke for stroke.  He allowed his hands to stay pinned but flipped them to interlace their fingers into a combined fist.  She squeezed, he squeezed.  She bounced, he bucked.  They gave up kissing as air became scarce, and Teddi reared back on her heels to ride him in earnest.  He didn’t release her hands, only lowered them to his chest so she had support as the damp suck of their joining picked up tempo. 

 

Fuck, he loved that sound.  The repetitive smack of sweaty flesh was pornographic music to his ears.  It would carry him through to the other side.  All he had to do was close his eyes…

 

Slap… suck… smack… slurp… grunt… groan…

 

“Look at me.” 

 

Her sharp demand was a surprise since Teddi’s eyes were squeezed shut just a second ago, but she now stared intently down at him while still keeping a meticulous beat.  The sexual music didn’t stutter or slow, but she clearly expected obedience.

 

When he gave it, she rasped, “Don’t just look. See.”

 

His gaze locked into the eyes that no longer reflected a simple rainbow gleam.  There was a full-blown kaleidoscope spinning in her dilated pupils, and it bent to a different colorful pattern with each stroke.  Each thrust brought a display more stunning than the last. 

 

She wanted him to know she more than beige, but Jon had already known.  Teddi Montgomery was a gypsy in disguise.  Her silk blouses may be bland, but her soul was resplendent with shades of cyan, chartreuse, magenta, mango, saffron and scarlet.

 

And they spilled everywhere when she shattered.