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“Ted, I don't really…” Rebecca tries to resist, knows it isn’t appropriate, knows it wouldn’t be fair to him to get his hopes up, but he’s standing right there, looking at her expectantly and she can’t help but indulge him just a little.
“Oh, come on now.” His voice is soft, beckoning. “Take a look there.”
He makes a gesture out of revealing it to her, slow and deliberate, like he’s offering her a precious gift, and she can’t quite deny that she's enjoying what she’s seeing. It’s a little bigger than Rebecca’s used to, longer and thicker, but she’s sure she’ll enjoy it all the same.
“Oh, it does look good.”
“Right? Go ahead” Ted tells her, voice suddenly a little lower, smile a little more self-satisfied. “Have a taste.”
She carefully places it in her hands, feels the weight of it, the size. All of it so familiar and safe, and yet not entirely like anything she’s ever touched before. She gently places it in her mouth, eyes already closed, prepared for the task at hand, and she hears Ted above her, voice husky now, urging her on. “That's it. Away you go.”
The feel of it in her mouth causes a sensory overload, the richness of it against her tongue more than she expected. Rebecca hasn’t experienced anything quite like this in a long while, not since before Rupert, perhaps not ever.
It’s all a bit more than she can handle. She wants to let out a gasp, but the sensation fills her mouth, and she doesn’t know how to form a proper thought until she’s swallowing it completely, the sweetness hurrying down her throat.
“Fuck me,” she moans, louder than she intended, at a loss for what other words could convey an appropriate response to what she just experienced.
Ted’s eyes go wide, clearly appreciative of her appreciation, and then he grins at her, more genuinely than she knows what to do with.
“I'm glad you like it.”