a modest shrug, but inside I’m flexing, showing off, anything to keep that look on her face. “Zolroth and I might have helped open his mind a bit.” Or a lot. Late nights smoking and drinking, arguing and…doing other things, briefly flick through my thoughts.
“Oh. My. God!” She yanks on my hands with each word. “He’s my favorite philosopher from decathlon.” She glances off to the side and then recites, “‘To live is to suffer and to find some meaning in the suffering.’”
I gently raise our linked hands and kiss her knuckles. “You’re the meaning in mine.”
It feels like a sunrise occurs in my own chest as I watch her eyes fill with tears and a smile dart across her face at my words. I light up. My heart becomes streaked with soft pinks and yellows and is full of the hope of a new day.
Damn.
Katrina stands up and then steps closer. I have to widen my legs so she can squeeze between them. My heart starts to beat rapidly when the wet streaks in her eyes spill over into tears. I unlink our fingers so I can swipe them away.
“Happy tears,” she says softly. “They’re happy tears.”
“Good.”
“I love you, Van,” she whispers, eyes going wide as the admission slips from her lips. It’s still new to her, hard for her, a phrase she’s hardly uttered in her life before, I’m sure. A phrase she hasn’t often heard.
Those words are my catalyst. Whatever restraint I have breaks at those words because they spark an unstoppable chemical reaction in my brain. Whatever sensitivity I feel about her discomfort at being judged by her peers disappears, wiped away with those words. Something primal wakes up in me. I have to claim her.
I reach up and grab the back of her neck, holding her in place. “I love you too, Trina.” Then I use my hand on her neck to pull her into me, and I steal a long, deep kiss, pressing her body against mine until I have the shape of hers memorized. I don’t let her go until her little hands press against my chest, begging for a breath. Even then, when I let her up, I don’t release her neck, just allow her to lean back enough to gasp for breath as my eyes roam down her blouse. I can see how her nipples have pebbled.
The sight shoots blood straight to my cock, and I can’t help but rock her body against me a little, grinding into her. She’s soft and warm and so perfect. I lean forward and suck the delicate skin at the base of her neck before whispering, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
“Here?” Her eyes widen, and she glances at my door.
“I locked it. No one can get in,” I say softly, removing my hand from her neck. Instead, I put my hand on her hips to push her back slightly. My eyes roam over her hot schoolgirl outfit one more time.
Mmm. I want nothing more than to bend her over my desk, shove up that navy skirt, push her panties down around her ankles, and fuck her hard. But that would have to be another day. My Katrina is still a virgin. She’s still young, innocent, hasn’t gone beyond oral sex—
My young innocent mate grins at me watching her, and with a smile, she flips some internal switch. Her eyes grow hooded, and her hands reach up to her blouse. She undoes the top button, then the next. “Mr. Vangrennoth…I need your help.” Her voice is ditzy and breathy.
Oh shit.
Is she playing the naughty schoolgirl?
Please yes.
Please fucking yes.
Katrina lets her tongue slide slowly across her top lip before she bites down on the bottom one.
Yes.
“Do you think you can help me?” she asks, still using that uncertain, higher pitch.
I nod, enchanted.
Her shirt falls open with each button that comes undone, the cups of her bra peeking out, and all of my shock at Katrina morphing into a little vixen flies out the window. My thoughts become solely focused on wondering whether she’d let me suck on those pretty pink nipples. Right fucking now.
I need it.
But I don’t move. I don’t want to break the spell she’s created.
Katrina untucks her blouse and finishes unbuttoning it, but doesn’t take it off. Instead, she walks forward and slings her arms over each of my shoulders, the move pressing her delicious breasts together, pushing them towards my face like an offering. “I have so many questions.