| Moving In And Strawberries The Journals Of Teleah Brockman By Ladybug |
| Disclaimer: This story is fictional and the character of Teleah Brockman is a figment of the authors imagination. There is no connection between Teleah and Oded Fehr. This is the 6th installment in the series This story is rated R for sexual content ________________________________________ |
| Story #7 (coming ??) |
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| The cutest thing in the whole world is a shy Oded. By now we had been dating for about 4 months and he hadn’t been shy or uncertain of himself since those first few weeks when we had first begun dating, so when he started getting all fidgety and wouldn’t look at me one Friday night I started to get suspicious that something was up (no pun intended, heh heh heh). I was spending more and more time at his place, to the point where I had my own space in his closet for some clothes and he’d emptied out a drawer for my undergarments and cleared off a spot for my toiletries in the bathroom. It wasn’t anything that had been mentioned or discussed, ya know like, “Hey Ded, could I leave some clothes here,” or anything like that. It just kind of, you know, happened. Even when he was out of town for one reason or another I would stay the night at his place, mainly because his scent was there. **sigh** Ded’s scent! It was everywhere. In the sheets, in the pillows, in the towels, on the damn couch! So, now let’s take a moment to discuss what the man smells like. It’s intoxicating; let me tell you that right off. Between that heady scent and those fresh water kisses a girl could spend most of her life light-headed and drunk on him. Maybe I ought to start up a new women’s help group called, “Oded Anonymous.” It could be a place were all the women who have been bitten by the Oded bug could come and discuss things like, “Odedtendonitis” or “Odedfehritis”. I guess you could call us “Odedfehraholics”. Any woman who has had the pleasure of meeting this man knows what I’m talking about! Oh hell, any woman who has only seen his picture or one of his movies knows what I’m talking about! You know the symptoms: weak in the knees, shortness of breath, unable to pay attention to anything else but him when he is in your presence, klutziness, etc. And the funny thing is, he doesn’t believe me when I tell him women react to him this way. He says I exaggerate, and truthfully, I hope he never figures it out! So back to his scent: it’s a musky, spicy scent. I’ve accused him a time or two of bathing in an herb garden and he just gives me this strange little look like I’ve gone off the deep end or something, but he usually keeps his thoughts to himself because he has learned that when I start talking about his scent, sex usually follows. Can’t help it, it turns me on! My best friend, after meeting Oded, told me that he oozes testosterone. That very well may be, but all I know is the man smells damn fine! Okay, so now I have totally gotten off the original subject of Oded’s shyness and why he was acting so strangely on this particular Friday night. I had just finished cleaning up the kitchen and he was leaning back against the counter, shuffling his feet and studying the counter tile very intently. I glanced over at him and noticed his cheeks were slightly red and it made me smile. He is just so dang cute! “Ded, honey, you got something on your mind?” “What?” He glanced over at me with a surprised look on his face and he blushed even more. God, he’s sexy when he blushes! I raised an eyebrow. “You’re blushing, Oded.” “I a-am not,” he stuttered and his ears turned red. Good Lord, I had Rudolph the Red-Eared Dumbo standing before me. I nearly laughed . . . nearly. Somehow I managed to control myself. I walked over to stand in front of him and he went back to studying the counter tile. “Ya know, that’s pretty cool tile you got there, sweetie pie. Did you just buy it?” He frowned, but still wouldn’t look at me. Okay, so now I was getting spooked. All kinds of things started running through my mind, like he wanted to break up with me or thought maybe we should start seeing other people. My heart sped up a little. Usually Ded is so straightforward that this hem hawing he was doing unnerved me. “Oded, if you don’t tell me what’s going on in that head of yours I am going to have to hurt you,” I threatened. I saw a smile play around his full lips then he took a deep breath, looked directly in my eyes and asked, “Teleahwillyoumoveinwithme?” I was stunned for a moment. He’d said it so fast and he was so nervous that his accent, which normally was almost completely gone, came surging forward and it sounded more like, “Talaya ell oo moov en wed meh?” It took my brain a moment to translate, but by then he had taken my silence as a negative answer and his expression fell. “Never mind,” he said quickly and left the kitchen. Never mind? He hadn’t even given me a chance to answer! I went after him. “Oded, wait!” He stopped in the living room and turned to look at me. And oh my God, there were tears in his eyes! I was flabbergasted. I desperately tried to get my tongue to work so that I could settle this. Seeing tears in his eyes made my knees weak, and my heart twisted painfully. “You didn’t give me a chance to answer you.” “Your silence was answer enough, T.” His voice was soft and full of hurt and my heart wrenched again. “My silence, Oded, was me trying to decipher what you had just asked me. You said it so fast and your accent was so thick that it took a moment to register. Not to mention that the way you were acting, I was thinking you were planning on breaking up with me or suggesting we start seeing other people!” “Break up with you?” His eyes widened in horror. “Teleah, I can hardly breathe without you!” He whispered it so softly that I had to strain to hear him, but hear him I did, and I was across that room so fast it would have made your head spin. Oh how I loved that man! Those six simple words flipped my heart over and turned me inside out! He caught me and held me close. Our lips met and I proceeded to get drunk on the taste of him. A little while later, he lifted his head and asked, “So does this mean you’ll move in with me?” I laughed softly. “Oded, honeybuns-” “You’re calling me honeybuns again.” He smiled. I chose to ignore him. “I thought I was already living here.” I was getting breathy again. Another one of those idiosyncrasies that comes from having “Odedfehritis.” The stubble from his goatee scraped lightly against my chin as his lips nibbled on mine, causing my knees to weaken. (Damn knees never have worked right again since meeting Ded!) He lifted his head again and looked down at me. “But you still have your place in West Covina. I want you here with me permanently.” “Okay,” I answered, and he blessed me with that megawatt smile of his that curled my toes and made my knees give out completely. The way I was feeling at that moment, I would have agreed to run butt naked through the North Pole for one of those smiles! So over the next few weeks, I got my condo up for sale and started packing up my stuff. Oded was able to help me for the moment, but that could change if a certain director got his way and signed Oded for a lead role in an new fall TV series. They were pursuing him quite determinedly, but that is another story. “Jeez, T, you got enough stuff here?” I turned and gave him a dirty look. “Bite me, babe!” He threw his head back and laughed. We had rented a moving van after spending a considerable amount of time arguing over whether I should hire a professional mover or not. Oded said I should. I didn’t want to waste the money, even though he had said he would pay for it. I won and he resigned himself to doing some manual labor. I also told him I’d supply pizza and beer afterwards if his basketball buddies would help. Naturally they said yes. I never heard of a man who would turn down free pizza and beer, and these guys were no exception! They actually arrived at the condo on time, which surprised the hell out of me, and proceeded to grunt, push, shove and basically beat each other up as if they were on the basketball court. Only they were moving my stuff instead. My stuff! Now, I loved these guys dearly, but there was no way in hell I was going to allow them to manhandle my stuff. Over the past several months, I had attended many basketball games to support “DemonDed” and his lust for blood, and I’d gotten to know them pretty well. So I felt quite comfortable with saying, “Um, guys?” All six of them, Oded included, stopped and looked at me. “You break my stuff and I’ll hunt you down and hurt you, got it?” They all turned and looked at Oded. He just shrugged and replied, “You guys are looking at the wrong person. I’m not breaking anything! She’ll do it, too!” As if that settled it, they all nodded. “Okay, Teleah, we’ll be careful,” they said in unison. By that evening I was a resident of Oded’s Santa Monica home. After demolishing all the pizza and beer, the guys left by 8:00 and I was exhausted. Oded went and took a shower and came out with his hair damp, barefoot and wearing a pair of well-worn faded blue jeans and that blue sweater he wore that first day we met. I quickly found a chair to sit on before I fell on my face. He gave me a concerned look. “You okay, babydoll?” He really didn’t get it. After four months, he still had no clue the effect he had on me, or any other woman for that matter. “I’m fine,” I squeaked. That was something else that hadn’t changed in four months either. I still squeaked like a damn mouse around him too. He moved to the fridge and opened it, glancing over at me. “You sure? You look a little pale.” I sucked in a deep breath and tried to tear my eyes off his ass. Sweet Lord, the faded denim of those blue jeans hugged his ass like a lover’s caress. He’d obviously had them a long time because the material was beginning to wear where the backs of this thighs met his cute derrière, and I could clearly see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I sank further into the chair and nearly fell off. Why hadn’t I seen him in those jeans before? “Strawberries!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I didn’t know you had bought strawberries!” I watched him bring out the plate loaded with ripe strawberries and set them on the counter. Actually, it was more like I watched his ass move from the fridge to the counter. I was totally useless! “Hey sweetheart, you want some of these?” he called out over his shoulder as he began picking through them, selecting the ones that looked good and ripe. “Sure,” I answered mindlessly. He turned around and leaned back against the counter with a frown. “Honey, you are starting to worry me, why don’t you go take a shower and get in bed? I’ll clean up some of these and bring them to the bedroom.” I nodded, my eyes glued to his crotch and how that faded denim stretched over that delicious bulge. Oded followed my gaze and suddenly realized where my thoughts were and grinned. “You had better hurry or I’ll eat all these strawberries without you.” That caught my attention and I looked up. “You do and I’ll hurt you!” His laugh was soft and husky and I felt my whole body react to the sound of it. “You are becoming very violent lately, T. I may have to forbid you to attend any more basketball games for a while. Now hurry up!” I stood on shaky legs and made my way to the bathroom as quick as I could. I showered; at least I think I did. When I got out, I was wet, so I assumed I did. I dried off, combed my hair and slipped on one of Ded’s old shirts that I had confiscated and managed to get partially buttoned up. I looked at myself in the mirror and giggled. God, I was giddy. I felt like this was going to be our first time together and my palms were sweaty! In other words, I was a frickin mess! When I stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom, Ded was stretched out on the bed with a tray that had a large bowl of strawberries on it. There was a smaller bowl next to it, but I couldn’t see what was in it. “Oh fuck me,” I muttered softly at the sight before me. I ached, a right between the legs kind of ache. “You say something, babe?” “No.” I somehow managed not to squeak and made my way over to the side of the bed and climbed on. I sat with my legs folded to the side of me and I struggled to keep my attention on the bowl of strawberries before me rather than the sexy man next to me. I felt his large, warm hand slide over my calf. “These are great strawberries, T. Did you get them from the Farmer’s Market?” I nodded as I selected a strawberry. I saw that the smaller bowl had whipped cream in it, so I dunked the strawberry in the cream and took a bite. My eyes drifted shut in utter delight as the flavor of strawberry exploded in my mouth. I felt my jaws draw up at the pure pleasure of strawberries and cream. “Oh my god,” I murmured as I licked at the juice that ran down my fingers. “Oh my, these are delicious!” I happened to glance down at Oded at that moment and I froze. His eyes were glued to my stomach. I glanced down and saw that I had only gotten a few of the buttons of my shirt fastened, and as I moved my arms, the shirt kept parting, flashing my stomach and the underswell of my breasts, giving him little teasing peeks. I smiled a bit mischievously. “See something you like, Ded?” I sucked in my breath as those dark intense eyes of his turned an even darker shade of brown, reminding me suddenly of semisweet chocolate. Oh god, I love semisweet chocolate! Then he turned those semisweet chocolate eyes up to look at me and I nearly choked on the strawberry I had just swallowed. “Oh yeah,” he answered, his voice sounding deeper and huskier than normal, causing me to about lose all motor functions in my body. I really hate it when he does that! Finally after a moment, I forced myself to reach out and pick up a nice ripe strawberry. Dipping it in the whipped cream, I carefully offered it to him and nearly climaxed right there when those full lips of his wrapped around the end of that strawberry and took a bite. It was a few seconds before I realized my jaw was hanging open, and I shut it with a snap. Holy hormonal ecstasy! Ded’s eyes never left mine as he opened his mouth for me to pop the rest of the strawberry in. Without thinking, I automatically reached for another one and dipped it in the cream. This one was smaller and he took the whole strawberry into his mouth, his lips closing over my fingers. I felt the brief swirl of his tongue across my fingertips, and I couldn’t breathe and then I whimpered. I saw humor mixed with desire in his dark eyes as he chewed and swallowed the strawberry. Then he sat up and braced his weight against one hand while the other hand picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the cream and raised it to my lips. My eyes zeroed in on his as he sucked his full lower lip in-between his teeth and held it there, waiting for me to open my mouth. Truthfully? I wanted to knock that strawberry away and jump him, but my limbs didn’t seem to want to work, so I just opened my mouth and endured the sweet torture. I had barely swallowed the strawberry when Ded growled; “I’ve had enough strawberries!” and leaned forward and kissed me. Once again the flavor of strawberries burst in my mouth when Ded thrust his tongue in and wrapped it around mine. I moaned as my arms slid around his neck and I pulled him down with me as I lay back on the bed. He mumbled something in Hebrew against my lips, which he has a tendency to do when he gets really excited, and settled his large frame between my legs. Now, the only thing I had on was that old shirt of Ded’s, so when I felt that soft worn denim brush against my nether region along with the hard length of his arousal, I nearly came undone! I frantically started grabbing at that blue sweater he had on, and he had to rise up quickly so I could get it over his head before I tore it, then his mouth was back on mine and I was drinking from that cool fresh strawberry flavored mountain stream! My elbow bumped the tray with the strawberries on it and I knew it was going to have to be moved before we rolled over on it. “Ded-” “Mmmm hmmm?” His mouth made its way down my throat and sucked gently at the juncture of my throat and shoulder. It was suddenly hard to breathe, and I forced myself to take deep breaths. “The tray, honey, we need to move the tray.” “Okay,” he answered and thrust his hand out, hitting the tray hard and sending it and bowls flying off the bed to land on the floor with a loud clatter. I started laughing. “That’s not what I me-” My words cut off with a loud groan when he latched onto a nipple and took it in deep within his mouth. My back arched and my hands did their best to clench in his hair. Oh criminy, my body was on fire! His hands were on me, stroking my skin as if he were trying to memorize every inch, leaving a burning trail that threatened to consume me. He moved to the other breast and proceeded to lavish the same treatment on it. I could feel his tongue swirling around and around my erect nipple, driving me crazy. I squirmed and writhed beneath him until he finally began moving lower, licking and nipping his way across my belly. Oh god! He was going down there! Oh god, oh god, oh god! I was not going to last long! I nearly came up off the bed with a shriek when I felt the first stroke of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his beard stubble across the inside of my thighs. It felt so good; I thought I would die as my hands clutched the bed sheets, desperately trying to retain control. His hands kept a firm hold on my hips as he continued to torture me. Well I had finally reached the last thread of my control when I threatened him. “Get your ass up here now or I’ll hurt you!” Some threat, because he started laughing, but he did move up until he hovered over me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I love it when you talk rough!” He bent his head and kissed me, and I could now taste myself mixed in with the strawberries and I shivered. He braced his body with his hands so that I could get his jeans unbuttoned and push them down over his hips, freeing his hard length. I captured its silky hardness in my hands and stroked him. I heard his breath hitch in his throat as I widened my legs and guided him to the ache between them. He entered me slowly, easing in and out. With each stroke, he slid in further until finally he was buried completely inside me. My arms and legs wrapped tightly around him so he couldn’t escape. “I’m not going anywhere, babydoll,” he whispered against my lips as if he’d read my mind. I still didn’t loosen up, only giving him enough slack to grind his hips. I had this insane need to have him deeper inside me. The ache had gone much deeper and I was desperate for him to touch it, to set it free. “I need you deeper,” I groaned. A smile touched my lips when I heard his soft cursing in Hebrew, and his hands pushed my thighs further open allowing him to sink in further, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a sharp cliff, just barely hanging on, just waiting for someone or something to give me that final shove to send me soaring over. “Deeper.” I heard the air explode from his lungs in a deep growl as he hooked his arms under my legs and pushed them up till they draped over his shoulders. My breath caught for that split second that he raised his hips up, then he thrust in and he sank and sank and sank and I exploded. I think I screamed, I’m not sure, but it was the most intense climax I’d ever experienced and I felt like I was soaring higher and higher. I heard Ded call my name from a distance as his release ripped through him, his strokes picking up speed, his hips slamming against mine until he finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I eased my legs down off his shoulders and they trembled almost violently. Oded eased off me and then rolled over onto his back, his arm flung across his eyes as he waited for his breathing to get back to normal. I rolled to my side and waited for him to shove his jeans the rest of the way down and toss them on the floor before cuddling up next to him, his other arm sliding around me and pulling me closer. I laid my head on his chest and could hear the rapid beat of his heart and I pressed my lips to the spot. Neither one of us said a word; there wasn’t a need to. We had shared in a beautiful, intense experience and as we drifted off to sleep, I knew that I could never look at strawberries again without thinking of this night, and a smile touched my lips as sleep claimed me. So that was our first night officially living together. Now I gotta go. Ded picked up some fresh peaches today and well . . . you know! This is Teleah Brockman signing off . . . for now! |
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