Teacher - Voyeur

His leg slid between mine, and he tugged me tighter. The slit on my dress parted over my thigh and made room for his leg to press right against my core. He swayed back and forth, and the motion grazed my clit, heating my body from the inside out. Somehow, I kept from pressing down and dry-humping his leg. The cool breeze off the ocean brushed my bared thigh, making me imagine what it would feel like to be naked in front of him tonight. He’d seen every inch of me, just never all at once, and the fact that I’d be completely bared felt more intimate than anything else we’d done.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth before resting his forehead to mine. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He pulled away but never let go of my hand as he led me back to our cabana.

“Everything is as you asked,” our butler said, standing stoic by the door.

“Thank you. That will be all tonight.”

Chills peppered my skin at the click of the handle, like the hint of electricity and fire we’d created on the other side of the door already flowed through me, ready to burn.

Flickering flames illuminated the space. Rose petals in orange, yellow, and red decorated the floor. Fairy lights hung from the entryway out to our deck, where the ocean played the perfect music for our night.

“Daniel.” I brought a trembling hand to my lips. My wide eyes took it all in before turning to him, where he stood looking a little shy.

“Too much?”

It took three swallows before I gave up on talking around the lump in my throat and shook my head.

He walked over and brushed my hair behind my ears, cradling my face. “You deserve for this to be special.”

“It’s perfect.” I slid my tongue across my lips. “For tonight, can we forget our rules? Will you kiss m—”

I didn’t even finish before his lips were on mine. The kiss started slow and sensual, but quickly our mouths became as frantic as our hands, trying to hold on to each other every way we could. He walked us backward until his legs hit the mattress.

“What do you want to do?” The words came out like sandpaper and only made my sensitive skin tingle more.

“I want to taste you,” I said to his neck.

He tipped my chin and made me meet his eyes. “Whatever you want. It’s yours.” Never dropping my gaze, he sank to the bed and leaned back. “Take off my pants, baby. Pull me out.”

I sank to my knees over the glass floor, the fish swimming beneath, and with trembling fingers undid his belt, his button, and tugged down his zipper. He lifted up so I could tug his pants down. When I hesitated, he reached under his boxer briefs and pulled his thick length free.

Holy shit.

I’d watched him stroke himself twice now, but I’d never come face-to-face with his beautiful length. He held it high, the soft head pulled tight, and flushed red. Without overthinking it, I rested my palms on his knees and shifted to fit the tip in my mouth, sucking like a sucker. He groaned when I went lower, and my tongue played along the ridges.

The rough sound almost had me jerking back, but instead, I breathed through my nose and slowly shifted back to meet his eyes. It was those ice-blue eyes that would get me through this. The kind, comforting heat would ground me.

“Unbutton your shirt. I want to see you,” I ordered. His fingers immediately went to work, and I took over the task of holding his cock in my hand, the skin soft, stretched over steel beneath my fingers. “Do-Don’t look away,” I stuttered nervously. What if he thought I was weird? Would he jerk back or cringe?

“Fuck me, Hanna. You’re going to kill me.”

I guessed he liked meeting my eyes.

“Just tell me if I do it wrong.”

“You’re doing amazing.”

“I haven’t started,” I said with a laugh.

“Still fucking perfect.”

I laughed, but it stopped in my throat when his shirt fell open, revealing hard ridges and bumps and valleys I wanted to explore. With one hand around his dick, the other stretched up to rest on his abs, and he did as I asked, holding my gaze as I slowly sank over his length.

I focused on the veins beneath my tongue while keeping my eyes locked on his heavy-lidded ones that looked almost as dark as the shadowed sea beneath me.

He groaned and bit his lip and almost tipped his head back in pleasure. As much as I didn’t want him to look away, a flood of desire washed over me when he sat on the edge of losing control.

His hands remained glued to his sides, except for when he reached to brush my hair back so he could watch clearly.