Always You(35)

“Everything,” I murmured, my tongue rolling over her nipple. “There is nothing about you that doesn’t excite me. You make me feel alive.”

She pushed my head up to meet her lips, kissing me deeply, tasting me, grinding her hips against my erection. God, what is she doing to me?

I couldn’t stand this anymore. I couldn’t have her so close to me and not be inside her. Standing up, I stepped out of the tub, holding out my hand. She took it, her brows furrowed in confusion. After she stepped out, I lifted her into my arms and carried her through to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she giggled, her fingers stroking the back of my neck.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I growled, throwing her wet body down on the bed. She laughed as I climbed on top of her, my hands exploring her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed her nipple. I loved the way it hardened at my touch. God, I loved everything about her.

“Are you okay with this?” I muttered, stroking her skin. She nodded, lifting her head up to kiss me.

My fingers ran down the curves of her body, reaching the band of her lace thong. I looped my fingers around it, pulling it down, exposing her perfectly groomed *. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the thong down her legs and over her feet.

“You’re f*cking beautiful,” I muttered as my fingers stroked her inner thigh. She parted her legs and whimpered, her arm curving around my back.

I so badly wanted to feel myself inside her—but more than that, I wanted to take my time. I pulled her close to me, kissing her stomach and slowly trailing upwards, over her breasts, to her neck. She whimpered as my finger circled the outside of her wetness, while my lips found their way back to her mouth.

Her lips caressed mine, biting and teasing me, just as I was doing to her. I kissed along her jawline, down over her neck, to her breast. Her nipple was hard as I curled my tongue around it, sucking gently, arousing her to no end. She gasped as I slid a finger inside her, another massaging her clit.

She moaned, bucking her hips, trying to push my finger further inside. I chuckled, and kissed her neck as I thrust my finger inside of her again. She was so wet, and so ready. I slid another finger inside her, moving them in and out quickly. He breathing began to shallow as she clenched her hips, locking my fingers inside of her.

“Oh, oh God, oh yes, yes, yes!” She arched her back, her hand clutching at the sheets, squeezing them in her tight grip as she rode the climax. “Stop, oh God,” she cried. I chuckled, pulling my hand away, kissing her.

God I need her.

I was as hard as f*ck as I lowered my boxers, kicking them off my legs. She smiled, her hand closing around my length, moving her fist in a steady rhythm up and down my shaft.

Holy shit, that feels good.

She sat up and positioned herself over me until my erection pressed at her entrance, teasing me. I fumbled through my wallet and retrieved a condom. Tearing it open, I quickly rolled it on before laying back, my hands on her hips.

Her eyes stayed on mine as she lowered herself onto me, her tight, wet * milking my cock. She began to rock back and forth, her breasts bouncing softly against the movement.

I rolled over so she was under me and I was on top, her legs wrapping around my waist. My fingers brushed the edge of her hairline tenderly as I stared into those eyes. I thrust myself further inside of her as our lips found each other.

She is f*cking amazing.

I moved myself inside her, every thrust bringing with it another wave of emotion. Her * was so tight, and so wet for me. I groaned, my length sliding in and out of her.

My movements sped up, the feel of my cock inside her almost too much to handle. My God. I wanted the feeling to last forever. There was something so f*cking amazing about the build of that first orgasm, my first time inside of her.

I gripped her neck, my body tensing as I began to peak. My throbbing cock felt like it was going to explode at any second. Finally, I released, my load shooting inside her, my body jerking, unable to handle how sensitive she made me.

I kissed her, my lips hitting hers with such passion. Still inside her, I held her in my arms, not wanting the moment to end.

“That was...I don’t even know,” she sighed. I chuckled, confident from her dreamy smile that she was satisfied.

“You’re pretty spectacular,” I whispered. I rolled onto my side, bringing her into my embrace. We lay there, her back against my chest, until we fell asleep.

I felt like the luckiest guy on earth.





Chapter Twenty-One


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Dalton

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I was in the classroom early on Monday morning, mainly because I wanted to get my head in the right space before Wrenn arrived. It was hard not to spend the entire period staring at her. The weekend had been perfect.; it could not have been any more special. Now, just like that, it was back to reality. Back to pretending she was just my student.

I knew how important it was to keep us a secret, but it was getting harder and harder for me not to show my feelings for her around others. When she spoke, I wanted to listen. I wanted to touch her face, and smile when she laughed. God, I could spend all day staring at those beautiful blood-red lips. And that dark hair, so dark it made her eyes pop.

“Mr. Reid?”

I looked up and saw Paige walking into the room.