Page 12 of Hot For Teacher
My legs tighten at his hips, pulling him closer. He is thick and heavy as he notches between my legs, rubbing against my bare sex. I moan and rock my hips because that felt so good. He grunts against my skin and rocks his hips back and I see stars.
“Bren,” I whimper, my fingers tangled in his hair, head thrown back as he works his magic mouth over my sensitive skin. “Don’t stop. I don’t want to stop,” I murmur, almost smiling when his head lifts, his eyes focusing on me.
“Make sure you mean it,” his voice is soft, serious, his eyes searching mine. “If I... if we do this, Blair....it changes everything.”
“No, baby,” I coo, sitting up to cup his face in my shaking hands. “It changes nothing.Thisis what I should have said yes to. You, Brenden. I should have said yesto you.”
Brenden closes his eyes, touching his forehead to mine. We breathe the same air for a moment, sitting in the intensity of the moment. I have made lots of mistakes. This is not one of them. Being with him is no mistake. It is not wrong, despite my failed marriage to his father. That was wrong. This is...this is right.
“Yes, it should have been me, babe,” he murmurs against my lips, “it was always you for me. Even when I tried to let you go. I tried to think about someone else, about anything else but you, but I couldn’t. I can’t. I wanted you, Blair. I want you,” his voice is deep, his lips brushing against mine.
“Have me, Brenden. I want you too. I havealwayswanted you.”
Brenden dips his head, slamming his mouth against mine. We both fall back, laughing as we go. Kissing between laughs, we fumble with the ties on his pants before they fall away. Pulling my hands between us, he wraps my hand around him, stroking his thick, hard length with me.
“You do this,” he pants against my lips, “feel what you do to me, babe? Make me so hard it hurts. After you moved in, I would lock my door so I could jerk off, thinking about you. I had to get out of there. I was rubbing my dick raw every single night. Now here you are...I’ve come so many times since you moved in with me, Blair. Wondering if you were lying down the hall from me in that cute Alf shirt you used to wear. Or God, maybe naked. When you take a shower, the whole place smells like you, and I get so turned on thinking about you in there, wet, touching your body like I want to.”
Before I can tell him this torture he is talking about was the same for me, he pins me to the bed with a deep, hard kiss. Fitting between my legs, he wraps a fist around his cock, rubbing the tip against my pussy. I moan as I push my hips up, my tongue stroking his. I am greedy for him. For how good he tastes, the sensual rub of his bare chest against mine, and the press of him between my legs.
“Look at me, Blair,” he demands, pulling back to hover over me. I try to look at him, I do. My gaze is fixated on his fist holding his cock, rubbing it against me again and again. I am so wet, his teasing makes a lewd sound that makes me laugh. He does too before he sobers, his hand fisting in my hair.
“Bren,” I whisper, that one syllable conveying everything, everything I never felt for anyone else, and everything I can’t put into words.
Brenden lets out a sexy sound, his head falling against mine. Slowly, he pushes forward with a languid thrust, sinking a few inches inside me. I am so full of him, surrounded by him, I moan again, arching against him.
“Oh God,” I cry out, my neon pink nails sinking into his muscled shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t.... oh yes!
Brenden thrusts again, hard, fast, going deep. I ignore the ache, the slight twinge of pain as he fills me. I focus on how beautiful he is poised above me, his chest rising and falling fast, his face soft. Smiling down at me, he pulls out and then pushes back in, both of us moaning.
“Jesus. You feel so perfect,” he presses these words against my mouth, kissing me softly. “Made for me, Blair. Made just for me,” he kisses these words against my jaw, his lips moving up to my ear.
His thrusts start slow, the bed rocking beneath us. He pulls me close, chest to chest, his mouth at my ear. Brenden whispers against my ear between each thrust. Filthy words that don’t feel dirty at all the way he husks them in this deep, dark, adoring tone.
“Yeah, so good. We fit so good, babe. Tight, wet, it’s so good inside you. I need you to come on my cock. I need to feel that it’s good for you. Tell me what to do to get you there, babe.”
“Touch me,” I whisper, staring up at him as his thrusts get faster, harder, “Come here, baby. Touch me here. I love when you touch me,” I moan, arching beneath his touch as his fingers press to my clit. Groaning, he nods, pumping into me faster, harder, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to the sweet bliss of his fingers rubbing at my clit.
“Ah, hell. There it is, babe. Come for me, I need to feel it...ah fuck. I’m coming. Coming inside you, Blair. I want you sticky with me. Do you want it, babe? You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, come inside me. I want to feel it too. Oh yes! Baby, I'm coming!” I shout in a hoarse whisper as he slams inside me, hitting a spot that makes my eyes go crossed.
Bliss ripples through me, detonated from his steady, deep, hard strokes. The entire bed shakes beneath us now, the brass headboard thudding against the wall. My head tips back as I cry out, wave after wave of pleasure undulates inside of me.
“Ah, yeah,” his guttural growl sparks off a new aftershock as he pins my hips to the bed and begins pumping hard, fast, deep, humming my name like a prayer. I sit up, lacing my arms around him to press close. “I’m coming. I’m coming, babe, coming inside you.”
Brenden seals his mouth to mine, his cry of pleasure delicious on my lips. We cling to one another, shuddering in the aftermath. Our mouths work together as our bodies still move, drawing out the ecstasy. Sweat soaked skin to skin, we smile at the same time, laughing in unison.
“Come here,” he murmurs before pushing from the bed.
“I am here,” I tease with a laugh as he scoops me up in his arms.
Brenden carries me to the bathroom, starting a bath. Grinning at me, he even dumps in some of my Calgon, filling the bath with silky bubbles and the entire room with the smell of a blooming garden. Turning back to me, his grin fades from his face. His eyes dart between us, and my cheeks heat.
“Blair....babe, were webothvirgins?”
Nodding, I start to cover the proof of it marking my thighs, but he moves, to yank at my hands. I crash against his chest, my eyes flying to his. His eyes are so dark, his brow furrowed, before he touches his head to mine.
“Itwasalways me,” he murmurs in awe, and I nod.
