Bray’s lips trail a line from the top of my breast to my cheek.
“What time is it?” I whisper.
“Late…early,” he says.
“Why are you home early?” I reply, my voice breathy with need as he continues to lazily stroke me.
“It got quiet, and Dr. Chang came in a little early, so I left,” he says.
“Having seniority has its perks, huh?” I sigh as he slides two fingers inside me.
“It does,” he replies as he presses his lips to mine while sliding my shorts and panties down my legs. He pulls away for a moment to finish undressing me before settling himself between my legs.
“I missed you,” he whispers as he slides inside me. We both exhale, our bodies reconnecting. My head is spinning as he begins to move. Did I have it all wrong? Was I overthinking everything? He’s hot one minute and cold the next. This isn’t like him.
He hits my G-spot, and my brain stops thinking as he runs the tip of his cock against it, again and again. We both get lost in each other as our bodies move as if they’ve known the other for a lifetime. The telltale twitch of his dick inside me sets off my own release, and we come together with his face buried in my neck, his teeth clamping down on my skin.
Neither one of us moves as he softens inside me.
“You missed me, huh?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood, well, mostly my mood.
He kisses my neck once more and rolls off me, pulling me snug against him. I place my head on his chest in a move that’s become a ritual for the past two weeks.
“Yeah, I did,” he says with a kiss to my forehead.
“How was work?” I ask.
Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair. “Two codes and a kid with a penny up his nose so far, we had to call the ENT for a surgery consult.”
“Did you get it out?” I ask as I turn to look up at him.
“Yeah, Dr. Greene managed to pluck it free eventually after we gave the kiddo a mild sedative to calm him down and numbed up his nostril,” he explains.
“You have the weirdest job,” I state as I think of a bad day teaching compared to what Bray sees every day.
“You literally have hormonal little beings imprisoned in your room for an hour plus each day, and then you have to hope they listen to a fraction of what you say,” he scoffs.
I shrug. “But I’ve only had to deal with one kid sticking something up his nose,” I point out with a laugh.
“Well, I bet you he never attempted to stick his pencil eraser up his nose again after that,” Bray says with a chuckle.
I grimace just thinking about my student, who two years ago stuck his pencil eraser up his nose on a dare and then couldn’t get it back out. He did have to be sedated and, boy oh boy, were his parents mad.
“Yeah, that was, uh, an interesting day,” I manage. We’re quiet for a few minutes as our hands trace the lines of each other’s bodies.
“I should get up,” I state as I notice the sky outside beginning to lighten. I go to get out of bed, but Bray holds me tightly. I giggle and push at him.
“Let me up,” I protest.
“Fine, but let’s get coffee,” he says.
I frown and look at him. “But, aren’t you going to sleep?” I ask.
“I’ll get a decaf,” he says. I give him a pointed look. He huffs as he lets me go and we get out of bed, throwing on clothes.
“I just want to spend a few minutes with you,” he says softly as he reaches over and pulls me against him for a quick kiss. Seriously, it’s like he hasn’t ghosted me at all. What the hell is going on with him?
“Well, you’re always welcome to wake me like that any day,” I say lightheartedly.
