"Trust me, I know," he says quietly. The hunger in his eyes as he moves his gaze on my body renders me speechless, and I can only watch him watch me with his bottom lip between his teeth.
Finally, he whispers, “Close your eyes.”
My insides clench with his voice. His breath tickles my ear. My heart beats faster. I'm sure my hands would be sweaty if they weren't already in the water. I'm a ball of anxiety, panic, and above all, arousal. Swallowing the nerves, I do what he says and close my eyes, because I don’t trust myself not to combust with the proximity of him.
"Lay your head back in the water. Don't be afraid, I'm holding you. I won't let you go," he murmurs, his voice is muffled with the water in my ears. "Match your breath with mine," he orders. His breath is fanning my lips, and I open my eyes.
And.
I’m.
Gone.
“Elijah,” I whisper in a breathy voice I have never heard from myself, but I don’t care. I want to feel those lips fully on mine. Ravishing me.
And before I can send a prayer for it to happen, everything stops but us.
Because the next thing I know is his lips crash over mine.
18
Elijah
Cherry Pie.
My mom cooks that for me every time I visit home. That’s my favorite.
And like universe’s cruel joke, that’s how her lips taste. Like a cherry pie. More delicious than any I’ve tasted before.
I know I should stop, but I can’t separate our lips even to come up for air.
I don't know when she wrapped her legs around me. I don't recall when I press her against the pool wall. But as her fantastic ass fills my palms, her delicious warmth press against my cock, I know I can't stop.
When she separates our lips for much-needed breath, I know this is a chance for me to stop. But with the sight of her, there isn't really any chance against her. Nothing can stop me as she looks at me almost with wonder. Her lips are even redder with our kissing, her eyes shine brightly with excitement and lust. Her chest heaves, hypnotizing me with the delicious swell of her tits. She tightens her legs around me, giving me the tease of her warmth just where I want her. My dick is painfully hard, demanding release. I can't help but rub myself between her legs. Hoisting her up, I line our bodies better. Her soft skin under the swimming suit is making me dizzy. Everything about her is smooth against the hard lines of my body. And that's heaven right here on earth, in this pool. Even the sun can't stay away from taking a peek at her beauty, it sends its rays over her, accentuating her exquisiteness to a painful degree.
She moves her hand from my shoulder to dive into my hair, pulling me closer to her with hunger in her gaze and I can only oblige her request.
Kissing her lips with the bottled up lust of my time in here, I capture her moans with my lips. Her nails dig into my shoulders, making me crazy with the delicious pain that’s caused by her need. I move my lips to her cheek, jaw, and her neck. She shivers in my arms as I lick her soft skin. Even the pool water mixed with chemicals can’t mask the smell and taste that belong to her.
"Elijah," she gasps when I find her sweet spot just under her collarbone, and her breathy voice goes right to my dick like the bastard needs more stimulation.
“We shouldn't do this,” I say, even though I keep the descent of my mouth on her skin.
“Don't stop,” she pants, pressing my head on her body while she withers with need.
I groan when I reach the swell of her tits. The neck of her swimsuit is low enough to let me lick those curves, but that's not enough. I have to see her. I have to know the color of her nipples. I have to know if she tastes as delicious as her lips, in between her legs. I want to know how tight she is, what kind of noises she makes as she comes. Every fucking day since I first saw her, I fantasized every possible scenario like a damn pervert.
“I'm your teacher,” I say, but I don't know if it was meant to be a warning or just feeding the fantasy we've found ourselves in.
“You're not my teacher. Not now. Not on the weekends,” she tells me with her seductive voice.
I swallow, unable to take my eyes away from her body.
“Do you want me?” she whispers.
“Want doesn’t even cover it,” I growl.
She moans, digging her nails deeper into my shoulders while pulling me closer to her.