Page 21 of Lessons in Touch

I am stunned and beyond turned on now, but I try to control myself. He brushes the tip of his cock against my lips, and teases me with it. Slowly, he spreads a few drops of his precum on my lips and then pulls back, allowing me to taste him. I lick it off as he continues to pleasure himself in front of me. I want to savor the flavor like an exquisite treat.

“Do you want more, Rose?” he teases me.

“Yes, please, Professor. Give me more…”

He dips the tip of his cock just inside my mouth. I suck gently on the tip, swollen and thick, already filling my mouth, and I can taste him—salty, warm, intoxicating. He takes it away again and starts to tug at his testicles. I watch as he kneads them in front of me, pleasuring himself. Then, I reach out to touch him myself, but he brushes my hand away softly.

“Don’t be a greedy girl, Rose. You know we’re not allowed to do this,” he whispers to me. I know he’s half joking, half telling the truth.

I flick my tongue out, eager, and I draw a shudder from him. My pussy is drenched, and my panties are soaked, every nerve screaming for him to take me fully. But he holds back and teases us both.

“If you insist…” he jokes again and he deposits his cock on my outstretched tongue.

I moan and close my lips around him briefly before he pulls away.

“No… I want you. Please…” I can hear myself begging.

His next words take me by surprise.

“I want to fuck you. So badly, you have no idea… My body feels like I have pins and needles stuck everywhere. I can’t sleep, I can’t focus… I dream of fucking you, long and deep, hard and frantic, but not here, not like this.”

His restraint only fuels my desire and makes my body tremble with need.

“I want more,” I say, breathless and desperate. “Please, Gabriel.”

But he tucks himself back into his pants and wipes sweat and frustration off his forehead.

“You’ll have more,” he promises, cupping my cheek with his hand. “Soon.”

The secret weight of our affair is still between us. I stand up, and my body is buzzing. But I know I wasn't lying.

I really do want more of him. All of him.

Chapter 8 Gabriel

It shouldn’t be that difficult, and yet, here I am staring at the screen of my phone. I wrote a message to Rose, but for some reason, sending it to her makes me nervous.

Good morning, Rose! I hope you slept well. And that you dreamed of me. Meet me at the stables at noon. Dress warmly. No books today.

My message is purposefully vague because I have a surprise for her. A surprise I’m hoping she’ll enjoy. I hit “Send,” knowing I’m crossing a line. And yet, I can’t stop. I want her in my world, away from Wolfswood’s prying eyes.

Are we going riding? Horses, I mean…

She replies instantly, joking and flirting with me.

Do you know how to ride, Rose?

I flirt back.

No, but I was hoping you could teach me, Professor.

Grinning from ear to ear, I hit send again.

Then meet me at the stables. And I will show you everything you need to know.

At noon, I wait by the stables. November is a romantic month. It invites cold kisses on warm lips and tight hugs against the frost. The scents of hay and horses are in the air. Their leather harnesses are decorated with gold clasps and smell like an aged perfume. Even the horses are rich in this world.

Rose walks up to me, wrapped in a wool coat. She has a navy scarf with the Wolfswood crest wrapped loosely around her neck, and her hair is tied in a ponytail. I can see that she looks confused but curious, which is a good sign.