She couldn’t believe that she’d happily gone so long, missing this. No wonder Georgie and Nelson had looked at her like she was crazy for denying herself the heaven of skin on skin.
She thrashed her head to the side, her hair covering her face. “Oh, God, Jack. Oh, God,” she managed, and then she was hurtling over the edge, coming with such force that she felt the bed rocking beneath her. She couldn’t help it. She felt herself coming apart, shattering, dizzy, desperate, insides clenching and releasing.
Jack stayed between her legs, consuming her, tongue pulsing deep inside her channel, drawing out the exquisite release until she was limp, boneless. Finally, when she had recovered enough to remember how to breathe, she glanced nervously between her legs, fearing what she would see.
Would he be repulsed by her abandon? Disgusted by how wet she was, how slick and desperately turned on?
But the look on his face surprised her. He didn’t look repulsed or disgusted. He looked hungry, as if he was never going to get enough of her body.
His face still wet with her juices, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She smelled and tasted the musk of her sex, but unexpectedly she didn’t feel dirty or embarrassed. She liked the taste of her on his tongue. He tasted like he belonged to her, like hers.
Hers. She liked that thought way more than she should.
“That was amazing,” she told him, her voice throaty.
But Jack didn’t seem interested in compliments. He simply eased down on the bed and in one swift motion, pulled her atop him, his hands cupping her bare ass and running up and down her spine.
He already knows what a fantastic lover he is, she told herself. He’s the teacher, after all, and likely has hundreds of satisfied students.
His fingers stopped at the lace garter strap around her waist. “Remember. I want you to wear this every day we meet. But no underwear.” She gasped as his hands travelled over her ribcage and molded around her breasts. He brought one of them to his mouth, circling his tongue on the nipple until it pebbled. “And no bra.”
She nodded, still trembling all over and slightly dazed. How could she say no? She’d never had a reward like the one she’d just experienced. She knew her hair was a mess and all her red lipstick was gone, but as he sucked on her breast, she didn’t care. She’d never felt this confident.
Her hands, almost of their own volition, pulled his white dress shirt from his pants, delving upwards to travel along his well-muscled stomach and chest. She realized she hadn’t asked permission from her teacher and stopped. “Oh. Can I...?”
He nodded, a small smile of amusement on his lips. Then he leaned back and parked his hands behind his head. “Be my guest.”
She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Jack had always looked good enough to eat, even clothed. She’d feasted her eyes on him hundreds of times, but she practically drooled now at the thought of savoring him with her mouth, running her tongue over his every perfect feature. Her fingers fumbled in their excitement over the small buttons of his crisp white shirt, and when she spread it open, baring his chest, she gasped. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen.
She ran a hand up the line of hair from his navel, to the darker, curlier hair smattered upon his pectorals, and groaned. “This is…lovely.”
Once again, he seemed unaffected by the compliment. She pushed the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders, trying to bare his muscular arms. All the boys at Belmont Hill had been Rugby players, but not Jack. He’d cheer Antonio on from the sidelines, but Jack wasn’t the team sports type. “I never quite understood,” she mused, “where you got these muscles. You were never into sports in school.”
Jack didn’t answer her; maybe thinking of school made him think of Antonio, the last person he wanted to remember right now. Instead, he sat up and pulled the shirt off, casting it aside. She leaned down and kissed him, nibbling on the skin of his abdomen the way he’d done with hers. He had a small birthmark on his ribcage, his one mark of imperfection. She kissed it tentatively, hoping he would approve.
When she dragged her lips up his breastbone, he vised her chin in his fingers and kissed her, hard, again. “Ready for your next lesson?”
She nodded. As if there was any doubt of her answer.
He guided her hands to his waist, and she got to work right away, unfastening the buckle, pulling down his pants. When she saw the bulge in his boxer briefs, she swallowed. As she tugged his boxers down and his erection sprang free, the tips of her fingers went numb.
It rested on his stomach, the wondercock, in all its hard glory. She tried to remember what Georgie and Nelson said, something about it being fine, but all their words swirled in a jumble inside her head. She slowly reached out to touch the plump head, and all her confidence drained away.
Jack noticed. He took her hand and wrapped it around his thick shaft as she leaned over him. She nearly cried out in disbelief at how thick he was, how heavy. “You got it, beautiful. Just don’t stop.”
“What should I do now, teacher?” she asked, trying to be playful as she held his cock in her hand. “Any specific pointers?”
Lying back with his arms behind his head, watching her, he murmured, “This is free study. Do what you like. As long as your hand is on my dick, you’re doing it right.”
No, no, no. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
She inhaled sharply, and her pulse raced in her veins. Her mind had gone blank. She couldn’t make a mistake. Not like that last time, with Rick. She’d done what she liked then, too, and yet it had been so clearly a mistake that to this day, she still couldn’t think about it without cringing.
Carefully, she ran a finger down the length of his cock, to his balls. She touched them, very gently, feeling incredibly inadequate.
“I’m not going to break,” he coaxed, his fingers gently encircling her arm. “Look at me, Eva.”
She did, pushing the hair out of her face.