Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
I liked to think it was becoming habit how quickly we wound up in the bedroom with me having little memory of when I’d dried off or had done anything other than rolled around with him.
He bit at my jaw, teasing me before doing it once again. He started to kiss, then stopped, before lunging forward…and stopping.
“You’re cruel,” I told him, and he laughed, his eyes lighting up.
Had I ever been as happy as I was in that moment?
Had James?
Even with reality nagging at our consciences, it was a small price to pay for the kiss that came next to grant me what he’d left me hungering for.
Torture, pure, delicious, spectacular torture in Mr. Warner’s bed.
When I came the next time, I didn’t make James pull away. His face traveled right to my balls, which he licked in a frenzy as I shot across my abs again. I was surprised by how much I came, considering it was such a short time since I’d blown my first load.
He started to lick it before I said, “No, no. Come on me.”
He got on his knees, obeying my command, knowing I wanted him to shoot over my load. His hips jerked as he finished up, and I wiped my hand across it, moving it in a circular motion, wanting it all over me, both of us, pooled together. James rested his hand on my belly, helping me massage it over my skin.
We managed to get it all across my torso.
He glanced me over before leaning down and licking at the edge of my abs, between my navel and hip. I relaxed into the feeling as he traced the ridges of my abdomen. I put my hands out to my sides, wanting him to enjoy it in whatever way pleased him most.
He licked and sucked his way around me, taking his time, and I closed my eyes, reveling in his tongue’s exploration of my flesh. It became clear as he retraced the path he’d taken up to my chest that he was going back over every centimeter to make sure to get it all.
My face heated up as he reached my navel, his tongue swirling around it, then within the rim, like he was trying to clean me off. He kissed it and then continued on his path.
The experience was a reminder that we could finally take our time with each other’s bodies. We didn’t have to race through each moment like it would get away from us if we didn’t.
When he reached my right pec, he licked under it before kissing and taking my nipple between his teeth, gently teasing. Then he moved up to my mouth and claimed it with just as much enthusiasm. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him close as I embraced that familiar taste. He pressed his body against mine, warming the cool sensation of the air against the saliva he’d left across me.
We kissed until it was too exhausting to keep going, until we just had our lips close, breathing into each other’s mouths, gazing into each other’s eyes.
We didn’t speak, but it was the loudest, most beautiful silence, complemented by every breath, every slight shift on the bed, every time our lips touched.
“Mr. Warner…”
“Yes, Mr. Forsythe?”
I laughed—no, giggled—before he kissed me again. As soon as he freed my lips, I went on, “I think this is my favorite extra-credit assignment.”
“You dirty boy. If I thought you needed to improve your grade, I’d be worried about you using me for an A.”
“Pretty sure there needs to be a plus after that A.”
“I haven’t graded the finals yet, so I don’t know.”
“Oh, naughty teach. You need to get those grades in for our report cards.”
“If someone doesn’t spend the break distracting me, I’ll be able to do that.”
“If I’m not distracting you, then I’m not doing my job.”
As I smiled, he said, “You’ll need a break eventually, and I figured I’d get those in tonight.”
“I think you underestimate my stamina.”
“That just makes me more determined to test it.”
We did just that through the afternoon, and as the evening approached, I agreed to make dinner while he finished keying in the grades to the system. He was finished with grades around the same time as I was finishing up with dinner, plating the food.
“It sure does smell damn good,” he said.
“Don’t come over here. Sit down and let me finish playing wifey.”
He obeyed, and I prepped our plates before heading over and setting them down in our usual spots, privately enjoying that we’d crafted a routine since we’d begun seeing each other regularly.
“Ooh, meatballs.”
“It’s ground-chicken meatballs. Better for you. With some spaghetti. Oh, let me get the parmesan.”
“I don’t think I have any.”
“Pfft. I got some while I was on my route the other day. I’m no amateur.” I fetched it from the fridge and handed it to him. “So what are our Christmas plans?” I pressed.