I push my knee between her legs. I can feel the heat radiating from inside her through the thick denim of my jeans.
“Well, in that case…” She lifts herself up, pushing me aside, before sitting on top of me. “I guess you have to find out.”
Jordan
Islide my hands under his shirt and slowly trace the shape of his abs, working my way up towards his chest and shoulders. Niall sits himself up on the mattress, helping me undress him. My room is dark, apart from the lamp on my bedside table. I always leave it on in the evenings; and now, the weak glow is just enough to admire the shape of his body, to illuminate that charming smile that knows just how to shut you up.
“You’re hopeless,” I say, my hands sliding down along the lines of his abs, palms splayed.
“You can count on it.”
His hands are on my hips, moving me slowly on top of his erection. It’s pulsing between my legs.
“You shouldn’t be so arrogant.”
“I could do worse if you’re the one punishing me.”
A surge of adrenaline and excitement courses through my body.
“I can read your thoughts, Headmistress.”
He leans closer to my mouth.
“I really wish you could.”
A nervous giggle escapes me.
This man hasn’t just brought out the best in me – he’s dug up something I never even knew I had.
“Now, let’s see… I seem to remember that here,” he says, sliding his hands under my sweatshirt as I hold my breath. “Yep, I was right,” he says, satisfied, wrapping his hand around my naked breast. “No bra.”
“I feel like I’m sixteen again.”
“Oh, really? Is this what you did when you were sixteen, Headmistress?”
“To be honest, no. You, on the other hand…”
His thumbs press into my nipples, immediately making me fall quiet. I don’t care what he did when he was sixteen; all I care about is what he’s doing right now. He takes my nipples between his fingers and plays with them, enjoying the tortured expression on my face.
He lifts the sweatshirt over my head, then turns his attention back to my breasts, squeezing them and drawing them into his mouth. His hot breath tickles against my nipples, before his tongue begins to trace the shape of each one. I link my arms around his neck, moving myself on top of him as he torments me with his mouth.
“You’re so impatient,” he whispers onto my skin.
He has no idea.
I push him back onto the mattress and frantically search for the buttons of his jeans. He watches me as I hurriedly undo them, pulling them down his legs. I slip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, holding my breath at the sight of his erection. I take them off and throw them behind me. I keep my gaze fixed on him as he watches my mouth, my heart hammering madly in my chest, pulsing through every corner of my body. I bend down over him, my hand holding his shaft, and let my mouth close around the tip. Niall exhales heavily as I slide up and down, my hand echoing the movements of my mouth. He’s frozen underneath me, his hands grabbing at fistfuls of the sheets, his eyes deep and dark. His lips are parted. I move up and down his dick, stopping as I reach the tip, moving my tongue slowly. My mouth wraps around him and his eyes burn. I take him again, pushing him deeper into my mouth with my hand. Niall moans, almost as if he’s in pain, and grabs me by the shoulders, stretching me out on the bed. His hands are sliding along my legs, parting them, before making their way up towards my tights; he strokes my flesh, his fingers dipping into my heat, sliding them all the way outside. He watches for my reaction, as he pull them slowly out, before grabbing my butt cheeks and pulling me towards him. He’s kneeling on the mattress as he takes his dick in one hand, playing with it, slowly, as if he’s preparing to be inside me; finally, I feel him push into my body. I grab onto his arms as he fills me completely, waits a few seconds as he pants heavily, then moves his hands onto my backside, grabbing me and moving himself again. His thrusts grow more and more powerful.
I’m excited. I feel crazy, wild. I feelwanted, like never before; and not just because he’s inside me, but from the way he looks at me. From his hands, wrapped around me. From his heavy breathing, as if he’s always longed to be inside me.
He stretches out over my body, his fingers intertwining with mine on the bed. His face is bent down to mine, his mouth pressing into me; his dick is pulsing. His thrusts are deep, intense.
I feel totally free, in my bed with him. I’m at ease, his body moving over mine. I’m at ease with this crazy, unexpected version of myself. I feel excited, desired. I want to let myself go entirely, to take everything that Niall is offering me tonight.
I wrap my arms behind his neck, and his hands move back down to my arse, lifting me up but keeping me pressed against him.
“I’ve got you, cowgirl,” he says panting, his expression telling me that he’s not going anywhere, anytime soon.
I echo the movement of his hips, desire surging from each thrust. I keep myself pressed against him as his fingers dig into my flesh, his breathing growing heavier on my neck. A heat I’ve dreamed of for so long rushes through my body. Niall realises I’m on the edge, my laboured moans and jerking movements leaving no room for doubt. His thrusts grow quicker, only slowing when he hears the orgasm tearing through me, leaving me breathless in his arms. His hips keep moving until he collapses too, against my shoulder.
