“Have a little faith.”
“I will,” she said.
So trusting.
I couldn’t believe she was a student.
I couldn’t believe I fell for her.
I was a fucking idiot, but still, I wouldn’t give her up, not ever.
With the tip of my cock to her anus, I slowly worked past that ring of muscles. She was so incredibly tight, and I had to reach between her thighs to tease her clit, to draw her close to the edge of an orgasm to give her more of my cock.
Slowly, inch by inch, she took me.
I sank into her asshole, relishing the sight of her opening up over my cock and taking all of me. It was so fucking sexy, and it drove me insane with need.
Pulling out of her, I began to rock within, waiting for her to get accustomed to the feel of me. Still, I stroked her pussy with each thrust of my cock inside her ass.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy it looks, seeing my cock inside you. I can’t get enough of you, Mona.”
“Please,” she said.
“What is it, baby?”
“I need to come. Please.”
“My pleasure.” I teased her clit, pinching it just the way she liked and how I knew would make her come.
She cried out my name, and the sound was sweet music in my ears.
Over and over, I stroked her, feeling her asshole tighten around my dick. She was so close, and as I threw her over the edge and kept on teasing her clit, I had to grit my teeth because it was like her ass was trying to milk my cock.
I waited until the ripples of her release subsided, and then I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. I took her in long and slow thrusts, driving my need higher. I was not going to last. It felt so good, and she was too perfect.
When she cried out my name, I lost it, and, thrusting deep in her ass, I filled her with my cum. She took every single drop, and when I finished, I collapsed over her, panting for breath. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me, woman.”
She let out a little giggle, and I relished it.
This woman, this sweet woman, had my fucking heart.
Chapter Seven
Mona
“We don’t have to watch this movie. I’m happy to do whatever you want,” I said to him, holding out the remote for him to take.
He shook his head. “You pick.”
“I don’t know what to watch.”
“Just watch what you were. I don’t mind.” He handed me a cup of hot chocolate that I took from him. He’d gotten home three hours ago, and between grading papers and making plans, I’d been too busy studying to talk with him.
He sat right beside me, lifting my legs before placing them in his lap. “How was school?”
I couldn’t help the blush that filled my cheeks. I loved that he cared enough to ask me. What we were sharing right now was so wrong. So wrong on many different levels, but when his hand rested on my ankle, I felt so happy, so … full of joy that I was here, right in this moment.
“I know it’s kind of weird, me asking that,” he said.
“It’s not, really it’s not.” Resting my head against the sofa, I smiled at him. “This is nice. School was great. Lots of classes. Lots of homework. You know, the usual.”
“If you need help with anything, let me know. I will.”
I clicked the romantic movie I’d been watching back on. Part of me expected him to groan, but he didn’t. We sat in comfortable silence, his hand caressing my ankle but making no other move.
“I was thinking next week we could go shopping, if you’d like. Go and get some new clothes. I saw some of your stuff has holes and looks a little worn.”
“It’s fine. You don’t need to do that.”
“I know I don’t need to. I want to.”
“You think we should go out?”
“We’ll go into the city. It’s a couple of hours out of the way, but it’ll give us privacy.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“I’d do that for us.” He took my hand, pressing a kiss to my fingers. “Watch. Enjoy. Relax.”
He snuggled up against me, and I couldn’t recall a time I’d ever been so happy.
****
Elijah
I had a feeling Mona wasn’t used to being taken care of. She was used to doing everything herself, but I enjoyed taking over. She wasn’t on her own anymore. I was here. Between cooking, doing laundry, and helping her with her homework, I showed her in many different ways how much I appreciated her. How I wanted to take care of her.
I even took her shopping.
For a woman, she had to be one of the most stubborn shoppers I’d ever encountered. She hated trying on clothes, and doing anything that spent money. It didn’t matter. I loved spending time with her. Behind her stubbornness was a very sweet, beautiful woman. I adored her.