“You’re staring at me.” She giggles.
I lean over and kiss her, my tongue circling hers. “I am,” I confirm. “But it's your own fault for being so sexy.”
She laughs as I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her naked body against mine. She can feel my excitement, and she plays off it by grinding herself against me.
I sigh, the feeling almost too much. But she has me hard as fuck and I know there's only one way to deal with this. She screams as I roll her on top of me. Her breasts, perfectly round, bounce, and I have to touch them. Reaching up, I roll her nipples between my fingers. She moans softly, rocking herself against me, which is doing nothing to cure my erection. I pull her down and catch her nipple with my tongue.
“Oh . . .” She sighs, biting her lip. She has no idea the effect she has on me. She glances down at my cock and laughs. I roll my eyes, because that's just what a guy wants to hear. “I'm laughing because you're so hard.” She curls her fist around my shaft, wetting her lips. “I love that I can do this to you.”
You have no idea.
As she shuffles down the bed, I wonder what she's doing. She pushes her hair over one shoulder and gives me a devilish grin. My thoughts evade me the second her lips are on my cock. It's incredible. I can't even explain how good she feels. It takes all my resistance to hold back and not try to deep throat her, but really, that's all I want to do.
She’s licking around my knob and looking up at me through those long dark eyelashes. She’s so fucking sexy. I grab her shoulders and motion for her to lift her head, wiggling my way down to meet her under the blankets.
I roll her so I’m on top in between her legs. There’s only a little bit of light coming through the thick white blanket but I can see the lines on her face. I’m resting on my elbows with my hands holding each side of her face.
“I don’t think you realize how much I adore you,” I say, looking into her eyes.
She smiles and raises her head to kiss me gently on the lips. “I feel the same way.”
“What, you adore yourself?” I reply in a smart-ass tone, smirking.
Laughing, she rams her fingers into my sides but she won’t get far. I’m not ticklish in the least. Well I am, but I’m not going to tell her where that place is.
“Give up, Jill. Give up already.” I lean on one arm to start tickling her side. I’ve never met someone who’s so responsive to me, tickled or not. She’s laughing so hard as I rub her tickle spot that tears are forming in her eyes. Her bed hair is scattered all over the white sheets.
“Okay,” she struggles to talk while laughing. “I give up. You win.”
I run my hand up to her breast at the same time, lowering my head. My tongue reaches out to lick her nipple that’s instantly erect.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “More.”
My cock is still in a state of hardness as I rub it against her entrance. She’s wet, but I already knew that as I can smell her arousal. Such a beautiful scent.
Slowly pushing in, we both groan together as her legs wrap around and her nails make the
ir way down my back. I go slow, because I want to soak up everything that is this girl before we get back to the harsh reality of life.
We make love several more times and doze in and out of asleep tangled in a mess of arms and legs. It’s not till our stomachs grumble at lunchtime that we leave the comfort of being entwined together.
We spend the rest of the day lazing around the house, doing not much apart from each other. I'm exhausted, and I'm pretty sure there's not much left in my tank. I am aching like I have never ached before, but at the same time it feels amazing. Today I've had her on the bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, and on the living room floor. It's like I can't get through an hour without being inside her. I laugh. How am I going to be after tomorrow—seeing her every day and knowing I can't have her? Fuck. I laugh.
“What's so funny?” she asks.
“Nothing. Just thinking about tomorrow.”
“School,” she guesses. She sits up and faces me. “Is this the part where you tell me it's over?”
I study her face. “You don't seem surprised.”
She laughs. “I'm not an idiot, Eli. I know how your mind works. Besides, you already told me as much: you're too good a guy to be fucking your student.”
“That's not what we're doing,” I reply, angry that she thinks that's what I think of us. I don’t fuck her. What we do is so much more than that.
“Isn't it?” she asks. “Then how come it’s so easy for you to give up on us?”
“That's not what I'm doing,” I say, frustrated.