I turned my head and kissed the inside of her thigh with my open mouth as her body still jerked with the aftershocks of her pleasure.
“You drive me insane. Addison, I love you. I love you more than anything in the whole world, do you hear me? I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but I can’t fucking help myself after that.”
She pulled on our entwined hands, silently asking me to move up toward her. The front of my sweats was soaked with my own cum. I wasn’t embarrassed about it and crawled up over her on my hands and knees, careful not to press the mess into her. Her hands closed around the sides of my face as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were dark with desire and an expression of languid satisfaction relaxed her features. “You’re so gorgeous. I never want to look at anything else for the rest of my life,” I said softly.
“Jaxon…I can’t believe you’re real. You’re so perfect.” Her mouth reached for mine and I had no desire to deny her. My mouth closed over hers in a series of hungry kisses. Our mouths were perfect mirrors as we alternately sucked on each other’s tongues, tilting our heads so we could delve deeper into each other’s mouths. “I love you, too,” she finally whispered as I placed one last kiss on her mouth. “I do.”
I pulled back and stared into her eyes, brushing her hair back as my heart did somersaults inside my chest. Did she remember?
I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, as we both struggled to get our breathing under control. “I’ve missed you so much. Being near you and not touching you has been living hell.”
“I wish my ribs didn’t hurt anymore. I want to feel you inside me,” she moaned sensuously against my mouth.
“Oh baby…” She would be my undoing. “I do, too. There is nothing I want more.” I moved to lie next to her and propped myself up on one arm to look down on her. Her hands moved to pull my shirt back down over her nakedness. “Are you cold?” I sat up enough to reach for the covers and pull them up over her.
She shook her head. “No, I just wish…” her sparkling eyes held mine captive as I lay back down beside her.
“What do you wish, honey?” I asked, reaching out to bring her hand to my mouth. “Tell me.”
“That I could make you feel good, too.”
“Baby, stop. The way you moved against my mouth was so hot.”
“I couldn’t help it. It felt so good.” I could practically hear the blush in her voice.
I smiled gently, running a finger along the line of her jaw. “It told me that you craved my touch as much as I craved your taste. Oh God…” I breathed. “Addison, I came, okay? You didn’t even have to touch me, and you made me come.” Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “That’s what you do to me. It transcends anything I’ve ever experienced,” I said softly, my voice thick with emotion, and the corners of my lips lifted slightly. “In fact, I need to change and clean up the mess.” I bent to kiss her again. “Will you be okay while I do that?”
Her small hand came up to my jaw and she slid her fingers across it. She didn’t speak, but only nodded.
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I moved out of the bed and went into the bathroom to strip off the soiled sweatpants and use a warm washcloth to clean myself up. I went back into the bedroom, and then to the dresser to find a new pair of sweats. After I put them on, I stopped as my hand hovered on the top drawer where her bracelet and her engagement ring were hiding in the back. I opened it and pulled the bracelet out, rubbing my thumb over the sparkling diamonds and our two entwined initials.
I had to get it back on her wrist after the lovemaking we’d just shared. I wanted her to know she was mine and, frankly, I wanted my possession of her out in the open. Moore would get the message, one way or the other. If Addison wearing the bracelet didn’t work, then I’d take great pleasure in beating his arrogant face in. I turned back to the bed and she was lying on her side, her hands were holding the comforter up near her chest and her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. Fast asleep.
I knelt down and carefully replaced the bracelet on her left wrist. Back where it belonged. Satisfaction welled, followed by intense love and possessiveness. I bent to kiss her forehead and brush her hair back. It had fallen from the knot at the top of her head during our love play on the bed.
Addison, you are so beautiful. And you are mine. I closed my eyes and breathed her in. I love you.
At the end of document, my hand had managed to find its way under my pants again, and my dick was like steel. I groaned and decided to stop fighting my natural urge. I wanted my students to make their readers feel, and fuck it… I was feeling it. It was all in her piece; lust, love, romance all equally represented, and I could literally see the scene play out in my head and I was living it.
I stood up from the chair abruptly, not bothering to do up my pants or put my dick and balls back inside my underwear, instead, peeling off my already unbuttoned linen shirt and throwing it aside on my way to the bathroom. My cock was already long and thick, engorged and standing at full attention in anticipation of what I was about to do. I tried to avoid pleasuring myself as a matter of pride. There were always willing women around, but I was so worked up, the tension threatened to become painful. If there was one thing I wasn’t, it was self-deprecating or self-punishing. I’d known I’d have to beat off before I’d reached the bottom of the first page.
I turned on the water, impatiently adjusting it before kicking off my shoes and shedding the rest of my clothes in a heap. Inside the shower I briefly wet my body before grabbing the soap and lathering up my chest, and lower, making sure my hand would slide easily up and down my length.
The shower was luxurious, designed with side and top heads, and multiple settings that could be high pressure or like a gentle rain, though I was oblivious to anything except my aching cock and the vivid erotic images that my student had conjured in my mind. Then my mind switched to the student herself. I’d only seen her from a distance the day of the first class, when she’d been the only one bold enough to answer. That already said a lot about her, and I was intrigued, and I was turned the fuck on. Stupidly, I wanted to know more even though I knew I was playing with fire.
Steam began to fill the glass-enclosed shower stall and the large bathroom; fogging over the walls and the long mirror above the vanity. I put one hand on the wall, bowed my head under the spray and with my eyes closed let my mind wander, to revisit what I’d read and built a fantasy around it as my hand closed around my cock and I let sensations overtake me. I was so turned on from before, that I made short work of it. I felt like I would literarily explode as my orgasm got closer and my breathing got heavier. I pictured myself back in the scene I’d read, going down on the beautiful brunette with what I imagined would be passion-filled eyes, deep and glittering in the darkness when she sighed out my name as her clit pulsed under my tongue as she came. It was my undoing.
“Uggggggg, Fuck!” I groaned as my body tensed and I came hard, shooting my wad so hard it blasted onto the ceramic tile wall.
I stood where I was, breathing hard, letting the wall take my weight as the tremors rocked my entire body; my hand still around my dick milking the last waves of sensation from it.