I keep up the whispering as I kiss across her chest, warming her skin with my breath. “That pussy’s mine. All mine now. Nobody touches it but me. Do you get it?”
“Yes, Quinn.”
“Say ‘yes, it’s all yours.’”
“My pussy is all yours, Quinn.” Her voices drops from a high whimper to low and husky. “Talk to me as dirty as you want, the dirtier the better, I want it. I want it so bad.”
I kiss her mouth again and give her a wicked smile. “Is your pussy ready for this big cock? Almost? Fucking hell, you have no idea how good it feels to know I’m the one stretching you out. Getting you ready. You like it when I push your buttons, don’t you?” I give her clit two, three, four more swipes. She moans, biting her lip.
“Nuh-uh, I told you that’s my lip to bite. Give it to me.”
I kiss her again, nibbling her lip, gently, torturously massaging her clit, pushing my shaft in slightly deeper.
Then I take a risk and whisper in her ear, “That sugary sweet cunt of yours is ready for me now, isn’t it, my love?”
Mal’s eyes flash. With the faintest smile creeping across her flushed face, I feel her wetness dripping at my filthy words. Her legs clamp around me and pull me closer, and I drive all the way in, all the way to the hilt.
We move together on the bed as one; we’re so in sync it feels like we’re one creature. Nothing else matters. Not time or consequences or responsibilities.
“Deeper, I need to be deeper. I want every inch of you against every inch of me.”
Mal arches her back and presses closer to me. I move one arm under her ass and grip her to me, so only her shoulders and upper back are touching the mattress. Our bodies thrusting in time together, it feels like the rest of the universe disappears. I’m in as deep as I can go but I need more. Her muscles grip me tighter with each exquisite slide out and in, but something is still missing.
“I love you, Mallory.” That’s it. That’s the only thing that was missing.
It’s a huge step, I know. Maybe not fair to say it while I’m buried inside her. But I feel it so fully I had to.
“I love you too, Quinn,” she breathes, her hands cupping my face.
With another swipe of her clit, her orgasm tears through her, and I release for the second time in one night, shocking myself. I barely recognize myself with this woman.
It’s because I’ve taken leaps and bounds since the moment I met her. Leaps of friendship, leaps of joy, and finally, one final leap into love.
The early Friday morning delivery of donuts, cinnamon buns and a whole slew of other pastries is greeted with great enthusiasm from the work crew at school.
The foreman peels off a stack of bills and hands them over to Mal, who counts them. “This is too much. This is double what I normally charge for this amount of food.”
“It’s a fundraiser, right?”
She cocks her head. “How did you know that?”
“I overheard,” says the foreman. “I used to write a good bit of fiction back in my day. Still do, sometimes. Sounds like a cool trip.”
“Thank you,” I say, dumbfounded.
“Don’t mention it,” he says, looking back at his crew and counting heads. “You got a lunch truck? Cause I guarantee my guys would go apeshit over a lunch truck.”
Mal replies, those wheels turning again. God, I am so desperately head over heels in love with this woman. “I don't, but I can sell lunch boxes as long as I have permission from Ms. Moody.”
He nods and returns to his crew to brief them on the tasks ahead for the day.
I turn to Mal to kiss her goodbye for now as I plan to get to my office early to prepare for class.
Just then we’re interrupted with a subtle clearing of the throat.
Ms. Moody is standing a few feet away, wringing her hands and looking very apologetic.
“Headmistress Moody! Good morning,” I say.