off her sandals and shed her jeans, but left on her lace panties.
"Let me make love to you this time," she murmured.
He closed his eyes briefly to savor the possibility. "You promise not to get too wild."
"I'll restrain myself." She pulled down the white comforter and flipped the top sheet out of their way. "I don't think this bed is long enough for you. Why don't you sit on the side?"
He took the room's single chair to pull off his boots and socks and stood to peel off his jeans. He pulled a condom from the pocket. "I don't remember going to sleep last night. Will you wake me if I fall asleep?"
She laughed, certain he wouldn't even yawn. "No. You sleep through this, you've missed your chance."
"I've never slept with a teacher. You're used to getting your way, aren't you?"
She stood back while he sat down on the bed then stepped between his outstretched legs. "So are you." She framed his face with her hands and kissed his lips lightly before tracing their shape with her tongue. He had a perfect mouth, with a full lower lip made for kissing.
He slid his arms around her waist to pull her close and pressed his hard cock against her belly. She didn't need to think but just feel his heat. Lost in him, she swayed against him, rubbing side to side. Going up on her toes, she teased the length of him with the soft lace of her panties. His breathing quickened, and she reached for a pillow to cushion her knees.
She knelt between his legs to rub her cheek against his thigh and caught a faint hint of his cologne. Thinking of how he'd marked her, she sucked her own print on his thigh. She needed two hands to grip his thick cock and licked away the drop of moisture at the tip. The head felt silk-soft in her mouth. She looked up at him as she circled the rim with a slow lick, followed by gentle sucking. She strengthened her grip to pulse with his breaths and then slid her hands up and down to stroke him in time with her tender lapping. When she cupped his balls and took him deep, he caught her around the waist to break the link and lifted her astride his lap.
Thrilled by how easy he was to love, she helped him roll down the condom, then pulled her panties aside to guide him and eased down his length with shallow dips. Eager for her kisses, he sucked her tongue, and she twisted her hips to take his shaft deep. Wrapped around him, she rocked against him and tightened her inner muscles to stroke him toward madness or the bliss of release. It was the most delicious sense of power to bring him that joy. She could leap with him into a wave of glorious sensation and know he'd catch her.
With a deep-throated groan, he stood to lay her on the bed. Still joined, he slid his arms under her legs to ease her knees to her breasts and open her fully. His hair fell into his eyes as he watched his cock surge into her. Slowing, he withdrew to the tip, slid his thumb through her slippery wetness and rubbed her clit in time with his strokes. When she came, he leaned down her to capture her joyful cry in a silencing kiss and lost himself deep within her.
Completely sated, Maggie heard a car pull up and dreamily wondered who it was. When the doors slammed, she opened one eye. The sun was setting, the golden light had dimmed, and she was alone in the bed. She heard the shower, but was too lazily content to join Rafael in it. She rolled off the side of the bed to look out the window. Fox and Ana were back and she was carrying a garment bag while he had several shoeboxes.
Maggie went back to bed, pulled the sheet up over her breasts and hoped those things were for Ana, because even if they had bought her a dress, she wouldn't be able to dance tonight. She doubted she could even walk. Even if she could take a few steps, she'd never make it down the stairs. She smothered a giggle in her pillow. Rafael could probably leap into the air and click his heels, while she preferred to float in a blissful haze that called for nothing more strenuous than breathing. He was