Well, not exactly, but I was doing my best to know as much as I could, especially when it came to her.
Pulling my fingers out, I went back to lazily lapping at her, grinning when she thrust her hips up again, impatiently telling me to get a move on. But I wasn’t going to be hurrying, and she needed to know that.
Throwing the covers off us, I looked up at her as I licked again. “We’re going to play a game.”
Lifting her head to look, she asked warily, “And what’s the purpose of this game?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I fluttered my tongue over her clit and then sucked gently on it. “Well, if you behave, the purpose will be to make you come. If you don’t, then you won’t. Pretty simple, wouldn’t you say?”
Growling at me, she dropped her head back onto the pillow and didn’t say anything. Her silence lasted a few minutes as I played, licked, sucked, and flicked.
Finally, she lifted it back up and smiled sweetly at me. “I love you!”
“I love you, too,” I snickered. “But that’s not the key to this game.”
Understanding dawned, and she chewed nervously on the corner of her lip. “What exactly is the key that requires me to be tied to the bed while you torment me?”
Grinning widely at her, I pushed my thumb into her and softly stroked her upper wall. “Well, I’m feeling a bit frustrated that something’s been bugging you, and you haven’t told me what it is.” When she went to say something, I continued, “I know, you’re entitled to have some secrets, but when you become anxious and look scared, it would be helpful for me to know what it is so that I can help you. It would also be helpful because then I don’t worry that the asshole who’s after you is blackmailing you or threatening you if you don’t stay quiet.”
“Shit,” she groaned. “It’s nothing like that, and I didn’t want to tell you because you’re already dealing with enough. How much more can I dump on you before you crack?”
“Nothing is ever too much where you’re concerned, pretty girl,” I said firmly, hoping that it would sink in.
“I get that, I really do. But if I keep piling it on you on top of what you’re already dealing with for me, with work, and life in general, I’m fairly certain you’ll say fuck this and run.”
Now we were getting somewhere.
Pulling her clit between my lips, I started sucking on it gently. Then, with pulsing motions, I alternated the ferocity of the sucks as my thumb continued moving inside her.
When her orgasm started to build inside her, I pulled away again and pressed a soft kiss on top of the sensitive nub.
“Let me tell you something—the only people I’ve ever told that I love are my family. I don’t say those words lightly, and I never will. It also took a lot for me to say them, and I felt vulnerable as hell afterward, even though you’d told me you loved me, too. When you shared your problem with me, it was an honor to be part of solving it and keeping you safe, but that honor doesn’t just stop there. With me telling you I love you, I’ve taken the responsibility of that honor for the rest of our lives—and that’s where this is headed, baby—”
“I feel the same,” she whispered, gasping when I began rubbing around her clit again. “I want to be the person who supports you through everything. I want to give you everything.”
“So why are you holding back on me?”
“Because it’s a miniscule problem,” she snapped. “Well, in the grand scheme of things, it is.”
Crawling up her body, I braced my weight on my left arm, and used my right hand to sweep my cock through her folds, circling it over her clit until she started panting. Then I lowered it back down and eased the head inside her, slowly pushing into her until I had a third of my length inside her.
“Try me,” I rasped. “There’s no miniscule problem that makes someone zone out as much as you have, and that makes it impossible for them to sleep at night.”
Tugging on the restraint again and growling when it didn’t give, she lifted her head and snapped, “Tabby says there’s a position going at the school that would be perfect for me. It would begin as an admin role mostly because I don’t have a teaching certification, but I can do that while doing the admin work. The principal wants students to have an idea of what psychology is as a way of helping mental health in teenagers, so he’s gotten approval to run a trial class based on it.”
When she went silent, I pushed all the way into her and then stayed still as I thought about what she was saying. “With social media and the information and videos that kids have at their fingertips nowadays, that’s a wise idea.”
Sighing, she shifted her head so that it was leaning against my forearm on the pillow. “That’s what it’s about. He wants me to outline the resources available, how to ask for help, things to look for in other students that could indicate an impending problem, and also to help them understand the reality of the internet versus the reality of real life.”
I could see that she liked the idea, but it didn’t answer what the issue was. “Why is this worrying you, baby?”
Shrugging a shoulder, she scanned my face, her expression softening when she stopped on my lips. “It’s a lot of responsibility. The information I learned at school is still fresh in my mind, and Tabby says there’s a course running just now at the hospital that I’d be allowed to join where I could get even more knowledge and training until college starts up again. After that, the head of the course, a man who recently retired after being a therapist for forty-seven years—” holy shit, that was a lot of psychology—“will be my go-to for anything that I can’t handle while I go back to college part-time to achieve my master’s in counseling, and also get my school counselor certification. He’ll also come into the school every two weeks until I’m certified to deal with the students' issues. It’s like we split the job until I can take the role over completely.”
Now I could see why she was worried.
“That’s a lot of work. So, you’d basically be running a program that taught the kids about pressing psychological problems and triggers while going to college to become a school counselor?”
“It’s not the work I’m afraid of. I’d be more dubious if they said I could just become a counselor right now. Can you imagine someone who doesn’t have what’s needed helping kids out without it?”
No, but the sad thing was, there were probably many schools that had it set up like that purely for the sake of having a guidance counselor for the kids. They were a crucial part of schools, so if you had someone with even a grasp of psychology, you’d be winning.
“It’s the responsibility of it all. I didn’t study it to become a psychologist or therapist, I did it because I found it interesting.”
“That’s why a majority of people major in stuff, pretty girl.”
When she laughed at my reply, I swear my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as her muscles squeezed around me.
“I’m scared of getting it wrong, and it having a detrimental effect on one of the students, honey.”
I could totally see that. “And that’s what will make you such a good choice for it. If you went into something like this cocky and confident that you knew all of it, you’d fuck up. Going in wary and feeling the way you are, means that you’ll double-check answers and not reply without thinking it through. It means you’ll pay extra attention to each thing that comes up, just to make sure what you’re saying is right.”