Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He moves his mouth to my inner thigh before nibbling on each little bit of skin as he makes his way back to my aching core. I let out a soft moan as his tongue hits my clit again, caressing it softly, sucking with just the slightest pressure in the spot he knows I love. I open my eyes to watch, because I’ve never seen anything so amazing.
“God I could eat you up all day,” he mumbles against me.
“Yes,” I hiss as I rock myself into his mouth, building again quickly, not quite even fully over the last high.
My hand skims his forehead as I grab on to his dark strands.
“You love to grab onto my hair,” he smiles, placing another kiss on my clit before licking. His licks pick up speed as he presses his tongue into me with even more pressure. I moan, spreading my legs even wider.
“Oh God!” I shout. “Josh!”
He abruptly stops all movement the moment his name escapes my lips.
Shit.
Maybe that was too much.
The heat in his eyes burns into me as he drops my leg off his shoulder. He stands, swiftly picking me up and moving across the room.
“I’ve dreamt of hearing you say that,” he pants, setting me on top of the island.
“I know,” I admit, closing my eyes, embarrassed as I remember watching him jerk off, his own eyes closed as he begged me to say his name.
“You were so bad,” he laughs. “Watching me.”
I nod, reaching out to him, but he stops me.
“Lay down,” he orders, already spreading my legs.
“Okay, Josh,” I smile.
He groans as he places either hand on my thighs, stroking them softly, as his tongue meets my ache again. I squirm, feeling him smile against me as he picks up the pace, right back to where he was before.
He doesn’t stop as he moves his thumbs to the lips, rubbing and caressing them, his tongue lapping my center rapidly.
I cry out as my orgasm hits hard, moaning his name, my hips bucking as I come against his mouth.
When he finishes licking my juices, his mouth finds mine. I can taste my tanginess, and we both jump back as the bell rings.
“Shit,” he mumbles. I sit up and slide off the island, reaching down and picking up my pants, scouring the floor for my underwear.
He hands them to me and I get dressed.
“What are you doing?” I ask tensely, for when I turn around he’s sitting with his head in his hands.
“I can’t go out there like this,” he waves to his lap, an unmistakably large lump in his pants. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you should go. You’re bad for the… ugh… situation.”
“Right,” I relax, giving him a small wave before unlocking the door and falling into the crowd of people.
The end of January brings snow days, and I think I may be the only high school student on earth who prays for good weather.
Our lunches are no longer limited to the days I have lab. They’re an every day thing now, and lately, we’ve been eating in his office rather than his classroom, because it’s more private. It’s easier for us to touch and not worry about the consequences.
We had a snow day yesterday, and I told Gracie I’m in a crunch to finish a paper, needing something from the library. Mom offers to take her to school on her way to the store, and I’m unbelievably giddy and thankful.
I’m thrashing the snow off my car so quickly that it gets into my hair, and a big pile plops down on to my boots as I open the door. Still, I clean it off in no time and arrive at school so early that there are no other cars in the parking lot, except for his. A plow is going in the corner, the loud beeping destroying the otherwise alluring silence as I make my way inside.
There’s a crackling sound from the other side of his office door, it’s slightly ajar; he’s waiting for me.
I push it open, the door slamming into an empty box as I walk in. It’s a disaster in here!
“You’re here early,” he’s smiling up at me, sitting on the floor, full of surprise, surrounded by boxes, thick brown paper and bubble wrap, going through and unboxing things I don’t recognize.
He’s dressed casually today, in jeans and a zip up sweater, but I can see a graphic t-shirt peeking out from underneath. His hair is gelled, causing it to look darker than normal, and he didn’t shave, so a small amount of stubble grows around his lower cheeks and chin. “You know there’s a two hour delay, right?”
I shake my head, crap, I didn’t know. Maybe Gracie found out by now, but I can’t remember the last time I hung out with any of my friends to warrant a call.