trashchildren | For Joan

Ted smiles into the kiss. "Well, you've got that.."

Now that they're finally situated and with nothing between them, nothing to worry about, he takes a more -- well, almost nothing Ted does is ever really aggressive. An enthusiastic approach.

He props himself up on an elbow so he can kiss her more deeply, his other hand sliding up her side, cupping one of her breasts and running a thumb across her nipple.

Ted's enthusiasm is infectious, and Joan finds herself intensifying her own attentions as well. She moans softly into the kiss as he caresses her nipple, and runs her nails lightly down the outside of his thigh, then slowly up the inside, until she comes to his cock, which she brushes gently, teasingly, with her fingertips.

Ted makes a soft sound of need, and it only spurs him on. He runs his hand down her abdomen, along her hip bone, then down between her legs, pulling back from the kiss a little to look at her as he does so. He wets his fingers and then rubs them up against her labia and clitoris. He's not quite as gentle and teasing as she was, though.

Her breath catches as he rubs her, her eyes on his, her expression suffused with pleasure and need. Her gaze still locked on his, eyes searching his face for his reactions, she wraps her fingers around his cock and rubs her thumb over the head for a moment, before beginning a slow stroke.

There's definitely a reaction, quite similar to her own, breath catching with a soft gasp. He doesn't look away though. It's far easier to keep eye contact while doing this than when talking about it. And he loves that look in her eyes.

It doesn't take too long before he wants more though, eager to fulfill her request. With a soft moan, he pulls his hand back and pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking her taste off them. Then he puts his hand on hers to make her stop, before leaning in to kiss her again. He doesn't push her, instead guides her gently to lie down by just leaning over her, so he can get between her legs, while still giving her plenty of opportunity to choose another position if she wants to.

Oh that gasp is lovely. She loves making him feel good, and gazing into each other's eyes, witnessing the pleasure they're giving one another, takes the intimacy to another, deeper, level. Her heart is overflowing, and her love for him is as intense as the sensations his fingers are giving her, if not more so.

Then he sucks his fingers clean and stops her hand, and she allows him to guide her, rolling onto her back and parting her legs to welcome him between them, opening herself to him as she kisses him back with a small, needful sound.

Ted positions himself carefully, and he's both impatient and wanting to take things slow, the two conflicting desires making the need that much more intense. He reaches down between them, feeling for her entrance before guiding himself towards it.

He pulls back from the kiss just before pushing inside her with a single thrust, wanting to see her face, as he himself lets out a mix of a groan of pleasure and a sigh of relief.

She's so glad to see his face as he thrusts into her, to see the pleasure and relief on it, her cry of pleasure mingling with his. She wraps her legs over his hips, drawing him close and taking him deep, and touches his cheek, gazing at him in wonder.

"You're beautiful," she whispers.

That particular compliment is not one he was expecting, and he clearly looks a bit surprised. Though if he's blushing, it's almost impossible to tell at this point, as he's already fairly flushed.

"Look who's talking," he breathes after a moment. It's not the most romantic thing he's ever said, but it's all his brain will produce at the moment. His gaze of affection and wonder mirroring her own probably speaks volumes anyway.

He steadies himself for a moment, before drawing back and then thrusting again, starting a slow but deep rhythm. Angling himself so he rubs up against her clit as well when he's fully inside her. Locking eyes with her the entire time.

It's not a common compliment to give men, she would admit, but in that moment Ted was the most beautiful thing Joan had ever seen. She smiles at his response, which is sweet and awkward and a little bit corny and wholly Ted.

She cups his cheek in one hand and holds onto his shoulder with the other. Her eyes are locked on his as she slowly rocks against him, in time with his thrusts, taking him deep, her breath beginning to quicken, slipping through slightly parted lips.

It's amazing how in sync they are, Ted's own breath quickening at almost the same rate as hers. And the more the pleasure builds up, the harder it is to take his time, unconsciously speeding up little by little as his breath gets heavier.

He leans down to kiss her, his hair flopping forward, though they're briefer kisses, Ted having to pull back to breathe. So instead he leans down to kiss at her neck, breathing and moaning against her skin.

She feels his rhythm getting faster and responds in kind, her movements bit by bit becoming sharper, less gentle, as she lets herself surrender more and more to need. She tilts back her head, giving him her throat, and begins to run her nails up and down his back. She is panting now, crying out softly, the pleasure steadily mounting.

The feeling of her nails on his back isn't something he thought he'd like, but the sensation blends perfectly into everything else - the softness of her skin, the sounds of her moans, the smell of her hair, the need in her movements, and the wet warmth of her clenching around him - all mixing together into a beautiful cocktail is intoxicating pleasure.

He moans her name into her ear, then pulls his head back to look down at her, her face lost in pleasure. The visual is almost enough to send him over the edge right there, and he only barely holds on.

The sound of her name on his breath draws a shaky moan from her. She looks up at him, pupils blown wide, breath coming fast. Her body is wound so tight with pleasure that she is practically vibrating, and she's right there, trembling on the edge.

"Ted," she gasps. "I'm..."

going to come i'm going to come i'm going to come i'm...

Ted can't gather himself enough to respond right away, so he just nods, encouraging and obvious, breathlessly smiling down at her, as much as he's even able to smile right now.

"I want to.." he breathes, locking eyes with her. "..see you come."

The look on his face, the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice, the desire in his words, it's all enough to push Joan over the edge. She gasps as her body shudders beneath him, her muscles pulsing and clenching around his cock. For a moment she closes her eyes at the sheer force of the ecstasy flooding through her, but she opens them again, wanting to see him, wanting him to see her, wanting to maintain the connection that they've established, sharing this, their pleasure, their need, everything.

She looks amazing, the ecstatic pleasure on her face and in her body alone would've been enough to put him over the edge as well. So when you add in the way she clenches around him, he's pretty much incoherent immediately as the overwhelming orgasm washes over him. His eyes flutter closed too, briefly, but he watches her as long as he's physically capable. Sharing this ecstatic moment with her.

As the orgasm fades, he slumps against her, still propped up by his elbows to keep him from totally collapsing. He rests his head against her shoulder, breathing hard and doing nothing but basking in the afterglow.

A moment ago, Ted was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

This moment blows it out of the water.

She watches him come, her eyes locked on his for as long as possible, and it is incredible. When he slumps against her she wraps her arms around him and holds him close, one hand going to the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair. She closes her eyes and just rests, her body so warm, her heart so full, breathing along with the man in her arms, the man she loves.

As the adrenaline leaves him, Ted is happily exhausted. With Joan's arms around him, fingers in his hair, the beating of her heart he can feel through her shoulder... He feels so calm and content. He feels safe, like nothing bad could ever happen.

He stays this for as long as he can, before his arms start cramping, and he finally pushes himself up a bit and rolls over next to her.

His face still turned towards hers, one arm resting on her stomach, a leg still draped over hers under the covers. He smiles over at her, blissful and disheveled.

Joan lays her arm over his, and turns her head to smile back, utterly content.

"That," she says softly, "was wonderful."

It's better than the first time, since now they have the whole night to be together, to hold each other and whisper together and sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"Mmm, agreed," Ted answers, post-orgasm sleepiness creeping in, but he doesn't want to fall asleep quite yet.

"At some point we should do just the hand thing," he suggests softly, too content and, well, naked, to be embarrassed talking about it. "Maybe not even at the same time, just one then the other, so we can watch other..."

He sure knows he loves watching her come, but it's difficult to really take it in when he's so deep in pleasure himself. And it seems like she likes watching him too.

She rolls over to face him and slides an arm around him. She's not exactly sleepy, but feels happy and calm and quiet. She smiles at the suggestion, loving how comfortable he is in suggesting it, loving how it sounds in his Kansas accent. She also loves the implication that they have future together, time to explore each other, to enjoy each other.

"I would like that." Her smile widens. "I love watching you come."

Yeah, alright, he still ducks his head shyly as he smiles at that. "Likewise," he agrees.

He shifts a bit closer and reaches up to brush some hair away from her face, then rests his hand cupping her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb and just looking at her fondly.

"I'm so happy you're here," he says softly.

She smiles as he touches her face, her eyes shining, and reaches up to cup his cheek as well. It's amazing being on the receiving end of Ted's affectionate gaze. Again she feels the urge to tell him the words her heart is whispering, those three words to tell him how very dear he is to her. But she doesn't know if he feels the same. He loved his wife. He probably still does. Would he be able to love Joan without feeling conflicted? Would her professing her love for him make things difficult for him? Would it detract from this happiness they've found together?

She can't do that. Can't risk that. She feels Ted is pretty in tune with his emotions and good at telling people emotionally powerful things. She'll keep those words locked in her heart until Ted is ready to unlock them with his own words.

"I'm happy to be here," she says instead.

Ted smiles and leans in for a short kiss, then snuggles closer. He rests his forehead against her shoulder, closing his eyes and just resting, feeling so happy and safe and comfortable.

After about a minute.. "Shoot.." he whisperes softly, annoyed. He has to pee.

For Joan

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