her breast.
Fucking hell, Miss Stiles.
“Is it okay for you to touch me like this?” she asks, her voice all breathy, but I can still hear the sarcasm.
I squeeze her ass with my other hand and caress her tenderly, just beneath her breast, along the side of it, kissing along her jaw, her cheek, and only when I can tell she’s dying for it, I graze my thumb across her hard nipple.
She starts doing something amazing to my earlobe with her tongue. and I let out a groan.
“You are trouble, aren’t you, Miss Stiles?”
“Nuh-uh,” she says as I feel her hand on my crotch. “Better hurry up before I come to my senses and realize I’m not this kind of girl.” She captures my earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it.
Jesus.
I move her hand away because I am not going to pick up my kid at my parents’ house smelling like I just came in my pants.
I reach into her panties, and Jiminy Christmas, I don’t know what’s hotter—the way she moans and bites her lip or the warm, wet slice of heaven between her legs. She arches her back and clenches around my fingers immediately. “Whatever you are, you’re my kind of girl,” I grunt. “You know how wet you are for me?”
“Yes. Always.” She bears down against my hand, squeezing her thighs together, rocking back and forth.
“You’re always this wet for me?”
“Yes, Mr. Vega.” She grabs on to my biceps, squeezing hard.
“Do you even know how fucking hot you are?”
“Only for you, M-Mister…” She can’t even finish that sentence, she’s so close to coming.
Christ.
I turn her around to face the wall so I can massage her clit with my hand, harder and faster, from a better angle. She pushes against the wall until her arms are straight, and I wrap my arm tight around her waist. Her head falls back, and forward, side to side as she presses her ass against the hard bulge of my jeans. She’s breathing so hard and undulating and whimpering, and that’s when I massage her swollen breast and my fingers slip inside her again and I use the palm of my hand to stimulate her while I fuck her with my fingers.
She cries out in surprise and pleasure.
Her sweet voice echoes around the empty auditorium.
She catches her breath, and I can tell she’s self-conscious now.
She tries to hold herself still and tight around me.
“You aren’t running away from me this time.”
She shakes her head.
“You better not.”
She shakes her head again, and I feel the waves again.
“You gonna come quietly for me, Emilia?”
“Mmmhmm.”
I curl my fingers and find the small, rough spot inside her, and her startled gasp tells me that I’m probably the first to find it, and Jesus, fuck, that’s hot.
“Oh my God, Alex.” She goes limp before tensing up around me again, clenching and unclenching.
I fucking love the way she’s contracting and writhing around and groaning quietly like she’s in pain, but she’s still trying to fight this, and goddammit I want this woman to come hard for me, more than I want anything else in my life right now.
I grab on to that messy bun and pull. I am nearly blind with lust, but I feel her silky hair cascade around my hand, and she comes undone when I tug on it. That’s my girl.
“Alex,” she cries out, just once.
The sounds that escape her lips are a sweet and sexy symphony of infinite possibilities within specific restraints, and I hold my hand flat against her clit until she finally collapses back against me, her breaths so heavy and loud, absolutely fucking divine.
She rests her head against my shoulder and reaches her arms back around my neck, heaving and gorgeous and limp and mine.
This woman is mine.
I want to do all the things, with and to and for her.
Into next year and beyond.
I kiss her cheekbone, and she sighs.
There isn’t one more thing that either of us needs to say to each other tonight.
The end of this semester will be the beginning of something we’ve both wanted ever since the summer.
I know this.
Just as I know, without looking, that the phone in my back pocket is vibrating with a notification from my mother, asking why I haven’t come to pick Ryder up yet.
And I know that I’ll have to wait until I’ve put my sleeping son in his own bed, and closed the door to his room, to go to my own room and re-live this until I get my own