| The Morning After And Basketball 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 5th installment in the series This story is rated R for sexual content ________________________________________ |
| Have you ever wondered if you can have too much sex? I did once. Didn’t think it was possible, but let me tell you something, that next day? Ded and I answered that question! The most wonderful thing in the world next to hot fudge sundaes is waking up next to Oded. Watching him sleep is an awesome sight indeed. He looks like a little boy, so relaxed, lost in his dreams, wrapped around me as if I was his special blanket or teddy bear. Then to watch as those long dark lashes flutter open to reveal those kill me dark brown eyes. To watch as those expressive eyes go from sleep fogged, to excited recognition, to darken in desire in all of about five seconds was the most breathtaking five seconds I’d ever been through. “Good morning.” I smiled cheerily. “Good morning,” he answered as he reached for me and pulled me into the circle of his arms. He kissed me sweetly then we both winced and began to laugh. Okay, so it’s not like the movies where you wake up and immediately make love and nary a hair is out of place. Reality set in and we both were victims of the dreaded “morning breath” syndrome. We climbed out of bed and made our way to the bathroom. I noticed that Oded was quite excited and I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Looks like we aren’t the only ones awake, huh Ded?” He gave me a wicked smile, but didn’t say a word. He let me borrow his toothbrush, as I hadn’t exactly come planning to stay the night, and right quick we both had fresh breath. I saw him eyeing me in the mirror and realized almost too late he was planning to attack. I shrieked and jumped away as he made a playful grab at me and I ran out of the bathroom. He caught me quickly, though, and tackled me on the bed. Of course, I really wasn’t trying all that hard to get away either. <grin> We were both laughing and a little out of breath, but having the weight of him against me, the feel of his naked flesh against mine, changed my playful mood right quick. We both grew serious as he bent his head to kiss me. Our mouths opened and his tongue came out to flicker playfully across my bottom lip, then slipped inside as our lips sealed together. His tongue stroked and twirled and played with mine for the longest time. Neither one of us was ready to go forward, but content to just kiss for the moment. Then it began to escalate. Not sure which one of us made the next move, but suddenly Ded had his mouth on my breasts and my hands were in his hair. Oh, he can do wonderful things with his mouth! It makes me squirm just thinking about it. He was driving me wild and we’d barely got started. Then he began touching me and I was hopelessly lost. Ded has these large hands you see, with long fingers and believe me, he knows how to use them too. He began stroking my skin with those wonderful long fingers. He flattened his hands out across my stomach so I could feel his palms brush against my sensitive skin as he glided them up to cup the under swell of my breasts. My body shuddered at the contact as wave after wave of desire flowed through me making me ache, making we wet, making me ready for him. Suddenly Oded rolled until he was on his back and I was above him, straddling him. I smiled down at him, enjoying my new position. His eyes twinkled back up at me as he gave up control. “Your turn, mathuwq.” I laughed. “Math what?” He grinned. “Mathuwq, it means sweet or sweetness.” “Hmmm, let me see.” I leaned over and made lazy circles with my tongue across his chest ending with flicking my tongue across his erect nipple. “Yup, definitely mathuwq.” I heard his swift intake of breath and I smiled as I continued my lazy task of tasting his skin. Now, Oded is one of the most patient men I’ve ever met. I’ve seen him with our neighbor’s kid and I’ve seen him holding babies and playing with his niece and nephew. I’ve also witnessed him driving in L.A. traffic during rush hour and never muttering a bad word. You’d think the man was a damn saint! But when it comes to me and sex, it’s a combination he can’t handle. It’s something that I love to push him to his limits on! <grin> Ded says I’m evil, that until he met me, he lived a simple life and occasionally dated. But now, he claims I’ve corrupted him, but I think he’s always been corrupted and he just finally found someone to blame it on. So now here we are with me straddling his hips, tasting the most delicious man I’d ever met and making him squirm. But you’d never guess in a million years where Ded’s weak spot was. Believe me, I was looking for it that morning. I covered every inch of his body with my mouth and he retained good control. Even when I took his hard sex into my hand and then my mouth, he retained good control. Moaned and groaned a lot, but still retained good control. Then as I made my way up his body, still kissing and tasting, I leaned forward and caressed the outer shell of his ear with my tongue and he came unglued. Yup, you got it! His weakness is his ears. Damn sensitive things they are too and cute as a button! They stick out in the cutest way with his hair cut short the way that it is. They also make for an easy target when I’m feeling feisty and we are out in public. He gives me the cutest little worried looks and then turns the neatest shade of red! So I discovered his weakness and when I blinked I was suddenly on my back without ever really knowing how I got there. Oded was above me, his dark eyes wild looking. You ain’t seen nothing until you see Ded’s eyes with that crazy sex look. If I hadn’t known him so well, I’d been scared shitless. But knowing him the way I did and trusting him completely I merely opened myself to him and then he was filling me. When I want wild, untamed sex with Oded, I go for the ears. It’s as simple as that. If I want it slow and easy I stay away from them. Right now it was wild and untamed and I loved every second of it! His strokes were long, hard and sure. He made certain that I felt every blessed hard inch of him and he quickly sent me flying with the eagles. He soared with me, whispering in my ear words in a language I didn’t understand. I loved the sound of it; I loved the sound of his voice, so deep and soft, speaking in his native language. I could only guess at what he was whispering, but it drove me wild and I clung to him, crying out his name as my release rocked me to my core. After that we were addicted to each other. You remember I mentioned earlier my question of can one have too much sex? Well, here is where we discovered that it is very possible indeed. We took a shower and had sex, we made breakfast and had sex on the kitchen table, we had sex in the living room, we had sex in every place but the damn roof and only cause it was sloped and we couldn’t have gotten a good grip. We found ourselves finally passed out from exhaustion back in the bedroom later that evening. “Ded, you touch me again and I think I might have to hurt you,” I threatened with a sigh. “Badly.” “Baby, I’d kill myself first.” I began to laugh and glanced over at him. He was on his back stretched out with his arm slung over his eyes. He was smiling and I could see his straight white teeth in the dim lamplight. “I’m hungry.” “I can’t move.” “I think I might throw up.” “Make sure you aim the other direction.” I began to laugh again. “Honey, you are so sympathetic,” I groaned. “When you mention being hungry and throwing up in the same breath, you don’t deserve sympathy,” he answered with a smile. I rolled onto my side, facing him. I propped my head up with my hand, my elbow bent. “I am hungry.” I started to reach out my hand. “Don’t touch me,” he quipped with a smile flirting around his lips. I didn’t listen. I placed my hand on his chest and he sighed contentedly, his other hand coming over to cover mine. He pulled his arm away from his eyes and he eyed me carefully. “You don’t listen very well do you?” I grinned. “Nope!” He smiled back and it was the sweetest smile and it curled my toes. We stared at each other in easy silence for a while and then finally managed to get up and find something to eat. I didn’t go home until the next morning, but you can bet we didn’t make love that night. As a matter of fact it was several days before either one of us had the notion to have a go at it again. We both agreed that too much of a good thing is bad and we refrained from any more marathon sex. Now, I want to ask you something. Have you ever watched a bunch of guys playing basketball? I don’t mean professional basketball where they are indoors on a court with referees. I’m talking about outside at a park on a basketball court made of asphalt. A bunch of buddies, playing basketball. Have you ever watched one? I tell you it’s bloody! They show no mercy whatsoever and they call themselves friends! It was that next Saturday when Oded got a call from a buddy of his named Tom inviting him down to the park for a game of basketball with the guys. Ded covered the telephone mouthpiece with his hand and looked over at me. “Babe, some guys are getting together to go play some basketball at the park, would you want to come watch?” he asked. I could tell from the excited tone in his voice that it was something he really wanted to do, but he was willing to pass it up if I said no. “Sure, that sounds like fun,” I answered with a smile. Little did I know! Ded gave me a brilliant smile that made me drop the book I had been reading and I lost my place. “Damn smile,” I grumbled softly to myself as I picked up my book and looked for the page I had been on. Oded finished up his phone call and hung up. He turned to me and smiled and kissed me as he got up. “I’m gonna change real quick. Be right back.” He returned a few minutes later wearing cut offs and a dark green tank top, tennis shoes, no socks. I had a hard time not staring. He has the sexiest long legs, too. Well muscled, tanned, that sprinkling of dark hair . . . oh my! The tank top didn’t help either, had me seriously rethinking the whole sex marathon issue. But no time for that, we were off to the park to watch the boys play. Well, I was off to watch the boys play, Ded was playing. Remember I told you a while back that I didn’t think Ded had a mean bone in his body? Well I was wrong! The man was a demon on that basketball court. I could understand why though, it was either kill or be killed. Those guys were lunatics out on that basketball court. I spent more time gasping and covering my eyes than I ever did in a horror flick. They were vicious! So here we are at the park, me and my easy going, “I couldn’t hurt a flea” boyfriend. He introduces me to his friends, shows me where to sit so I’d be comfortable (ever the gentleman), kisses me sweetly and then transforms into DemonDed right before my eyes. I sat there in abject horror while those guys proceeded to elbow, kick, push, shove and basically beat each other up over a ball. Every time I saw Oded get hit, I cringed. A couple of times he got shoved so hard, he fell. A good thing he did all his own stunts in The Mummy Returns, cause most of the time he was able to roll with the fall. Once or twice though he landed hard on his ass or on his knees, but he was right back up seconds later and in the thick of it, dishing out just as many hits and shoves. The one time he fell to his knees, I jumped up, scared to death. He was back up on his feet quickly with blood oozing from the wound he’d received when his knees had hit the asphalt. I called to him and started to go to him, but his head whipped around and he gave me a look that froze me where I stood. It was a hard, cruel look that said, “Don’t you dare!” Believe me, I chewed him out royally afterwards for that look and to this day he still feels bad about it. You’ll read about that later though, so I won’t get into it now. I have since gone to other basketball games with him and he hasn’t done that again. Ded learns quickly. <grin> I guess I just will never understand this thing with males. This primal need to get rough and hurt each other all in the name of having fun. They need to take a lesson from us females. We know how to have fun too, but you don’t see us poking each other’s eyes out in order to have it. So finally the boys had their fill of beating each other up and DemonDed miraculously returned to his hidden chamber within, leaving only my sweet Deddy bear. He was on an energy high I guess. All the way home, he was talking ninety miles an hour, “Did you see this? Did you see that? Wasn’t that move great?” I didn’t say much, my feelings still singed from that look he had given me earlier, but Ded either didn’t notice or he was too afraid to address the issue. Back at his place I made him sit so I could clean up his bloody knees. He also had cuts and abrasions on his hands and elbows, though they weren’t as bad. I quietly applied peroxide and I knew he was watching me carefully. I think he finally began to realize that something was wrong. “Um, you’ve been awfully quiet since we left the park, babe. Is everything okay?” I looked up at him and finally let my hurt and anger show in my expression. “Hell no, everything is not okay!” I finished putting band-aids on his knees and picking up the first aid supplies, I walked off. “Teleah?” I heard him following me into the bathroom. “I’m very upset with you, Ded,” I stated quietly as I put the peroxide and the box of band-aids away. “I can see that, babydoll. Are you going to tell me why?” I turned and looked at him, rather surprised. But he genuinely did not know. He either didn’t remember doing it or he just didn’t realize that it would hurt my feelings. That fact helped settle me down a little and I was able to answer without yelling. “At the park, when you fell and did that.” I pointed at his knees. “It scared me and I started to come over to make sure you were ok. You gave me a look. And I’m telling you right now, Oded, if looks could kill, I’d have been six feet under!” I could see him playing the scene back in his mind, trying to remember what had happened. I knew the exact moment it connected. Those big brown expressive eyes he has grew even bigger. “Oh T, no baby, that wasn’t meant for you, I . . .” he trailed off. I could see the different emotions flitter across his face as he struggled with how to explain what was going on with him during that moment. I guess nothing he came up with was good enough, because his shoulders finally slumped and his expression was sorrowful. “Teleah, I’m sorry. I swear it wasn’t meant for you. I guess I was just so caught up in the game that I didn’t realize when you called to me that my expression was so intense. I remember you calling to me and I knew you would be worried about me being hurt. I was going to tell you I was fine, but you stopped and I just figured you saw that I was okay. It never occurred to me that you were misreading the expression on my face.” He looked miserable. I never realized that guys could get so caught up in something that they were totally oblivious to everything around them. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us and slipped my arms around his waist. He smelled of sweat and that musky scent that I associated with him. “Okay,” I whispered. “Forgiven.” I heard his deep sigh as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. “I love you, Teleah.” “I love you too, Ded.” I lifted my face for his kiss and proceeded to drown in it. “I need to take a shower,” he whispered against my lips. “Wanna join me?” “Need help washing your back?” I grinned. He grinned back. “It’s not my back I was thinking of.” I giggled like a silly schoolgirl and we quickly undressed and jumped in the shower. Showers are fun with Ded, but I’ll save that for another time. This is Teleah Brockman signing off . . . for now. <wink> |
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