“Earlier, with Richard Harris... it wassoclose. It just made me think is all. I feel like I’m being selfish with you, expecting you to keep us a secret and live a lie.”
“Dwight, I’m not gonna lie and say that holding your hand in the street or kissing you in a restaurant doesn’t sound incredible, because it does. But just being with you, wherever we are, is where I want to be.” I cross the room and take his hands in my own.
His eyes search mine and there’s a flicker behind them, a vulnerability I never expected to see.
“And as for those stolen moments,” I continue, “I live for them, for however few and far between they may be.” I reach up onto my tip-toes and press my lips against his.
The kiss soon deepens, and his arm comes around my back, his free hand cradling the back of my head as he spins us around and backs me up against the wall. He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he devours my lips like I’m the air that he needs to breathe.
He tightens his hold on me and walks us towards my bedroom, his lips never once leaving mine.
The door swings back on its hinges and crashes against the wall, before Dwight kicks it shut behind us with a bang. He lays me down in the centre of the bed, my head sinking into the soft pillows, as he situates himself between my legs, my knees tight at his hips.
There’s too many layers separating us. I want them gone.
I pull his shirt free from where it’s tucked into his pants and begin to unbutton it while he continues to kiss me, his tongue tangling with mine. No matter how quickly I work each button free, it’s not fast enough.
I need it gone.
When I finally manage to tug it off, I toss it to the ground and take in the sight of him. This is the first time I’ve seen Dwight without a shirt, and the sight in real life is so much better than in my dreams. I trace my fingers over the hard muscle of his abs, over every dip and valley.
He’s so beautiful.
I begin working on my own clothes, reaching for the hem of my top but Dwight stops me, placing his hands over mine.
“Allow me,” he says, his mouth curving up on one side, as he takes over, stripping me of my shirt and bra, closely followed by my jeans, leaving me in just my panties. “Tonight, you’re not my student, and I’m not your professor. Tonight it's just us.”
He hovers above me, holding himself up with one arm while the other hand runs up the outside of my leg, his light touch breaking me out in goose bumps. He leans down and captures my mouth as his hand continues to work its way up my leg, over my knee and up my thigh. Once he reaches my hip he squeezes gently before slipping a finger into the waistband of my panties. His finger slips in further until he brushes over my clit, and pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced ripples through my body, at his feather light touch. My head tips back against the pillows, the muscles in my legs tightening with every bolt of pleasure that zips through me.
He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, nipping at it gently, swirling his tongue around it before switching to my other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention. The combined sensation of both his mouth and his fingers has me writhing beneath him, unable to lie still.
His finger begins to move a little faster and I can feel my orgasm creeping up on me fast. Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he stops and pulls back.
I open my eyes and look up at him. “W... what’s wrong?”
He looks towards his hand that is holding him up which has somehow slid under one of my pillows, as he pulls it out, he’s holding something, and to say I’m mortified would be an understatement.
My vibrator.
He’s holding the vibrator that I stashed under there a few nights ago and forgot about. I go to reach for it but he’s too fast, and he sits back on his heels, holding it, wearing the most irritating smirk on his face.
My cheeks are ablaze, and I bury my face in my hands to cover my embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” He pulls my hands away from my face to look up at him. “Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod.
He slips his fingers inside my panties and pulls them free so that I’m completely exposed to him and I fidget self-consciously.
No man has ever seen me like this.
I’m not a virgin, but the one and only guy I ever had sex with was drunk, and it was dark, so being naked never bothered me. But now every inch of me is on show, I’m completely exposed.
His gaze sweeps over me and stops when his eyes meet my pussy. A low growl erupts from his throat, his jaw clenching.
“Tell me something, Quinn,” he begins, pressing the button that brings the toy to life, the quiet buzz filling the air between us. He leans forward so his nose brushes mine ever so slightly. “What do you think about when you use this?” he asks, moving the toy up the inside of my thigh slowly, leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
My body hums, every inch of me alive from the knowledge of what is about to happen, and I can honestly say, this is better than any sex dream I’ve ever had orcouldhope to have.
