Teacher - Voyeur

He pulled back, and I brushed his damp hair from his forehead, knowing I could die with the vision of his face above me, and his cock still stretching me.

“Thank you.”

Another kiss before resting his head against mine. “For you? Anything.”

I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him to me so tight he could never break free—so no inch of the real world could come between us. I wanted to live here and now.

But before I could act, he groaned and slid from my core, giving me one last kiss before rolling from the bed and heading to the bathroom. God, how did we go all this time without kissing? Even the small pecks peppered throughout our lovemaking had only added to the intensity of the moment. I wasn’t sure I could stop now that we’d started. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Before I could get under the sheets, he came back with a washcloth, gently wiping his cum from between my thighs. I shuddered when he brushed my clit again, loving the way he groaned at my reaction.

Rather than getting up again, he tossed the rag aside and shifted, so we were both under the covers.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling me into his arms.

Staring out at the dark night sky, the waves of the ocean not quite masking the quiet sounds of music, my pussy throbbing in the best way, burrowed in his arms. My answer was obvious.

“I’ve never been better.”

21

Daniel

A small fist against my chest brought me out of my sleep. Bright light filtered through the open patio, the crash of the ocean only interrupted by soft whimpers. Another hit and my attention shifted to the petite brunette struggling through a nightmare in my arms. I pulled back as much as I could as to not crowd her and add to her panic. The last thing she needed was to wake up to a man trapping her in.

“Hanna,” I whispered, gently shaking her shoulder.

Her brows pinched tight. The same as my chest at seeing her in pain.

“Hanna, wake up.” With another harder shake, her eyes jerked open, and her lips parted over a gasp. Her hand slapped to her heaving chest, and she stared at the ceiling as if I wasn’t even there. My initial reaction was to curl her into my arms, offering her comfort, but I’d come to realize Hanna liked not being coddled. So, I went with what I would have said if she hadn’t woken from a nightmare. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

Wide, emerald eyes slowly turned to me, her dark hair bunching up against the white sheets. I kept my face neutral with an easy smile, shoving down any worry I had. After a few blinks, she shakily returned my smile.

“Hey.”

I propped my head on my hand and resisted the urge to tug the sheet down over her breasts. Even the outline of her nipples through the thin material was enough to have me hard.

“What do you want to do today?”

I had no idea how to proceed after last night. Did I treat it like all the other nights we’d had at Voyeur—as if nothing had happened? But I didn’t know how because every part of me wanted to woo her, to pull her close and make love to her again. The feel of her tight cunt squeezing me would forever be ingrained in my memory, and I’d always want more.

She shrugged her shoulders and fidgeted with her fingers over her stomach. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”

Taking a chance, I reached over to tuck some loose strands behind her ear. As if on instinct, she turned into my touch. With that cue, I pushed my luck and dragged my fingers down, gripping the sheet on the way and tugging it past her breasts.

She pulled in the sexiest gasp as the edge brushed over the nipples that had been taunting me.

“I have a lot in mind.”

When she didn’t cover herself, I lowered my mouth to suck at her hardened tip.

“I think I like your ideas,” she breathed.

Her hand dug into my hair, holding me to her. I pulled the tip between my teeth and bit, flicking my tongue across the bud.

“Oh, god. Daniel.”

Her legs shifted under the sheet, and I moved my hand lower, slowly sliding my fingers between her folds and groaning against her skin when I found her wet and waiting. Without any hesitation, she spread her legs and pushed up, silently asking me for more.

I dipped low to gather her juices before dragging them up to pinch her clit. “Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to play with your pussy?”

“Yes. Yes.” She pressed her head back in the pillow, her eyes closed and lost to the sensation.

“You want me to make you come?”