Page 115 of His Reckless Freshman

“I, like, really like you too.” It’s the last thing I manage to say before cupping the back of her head and deepening the kiss.

Finally, I let myself have her.

I let myself give and take the way a couple would.

She’s not my student anymore—she’s my choice.

And as our kiss deepens even more, I can feel that shift. When she starts lifting the shirt over my head, there’s no resistance. When I start to wriggle my hands under her sweater and run my fingers up her long torso and around her small curves, it feels like the easiest thing in the world. I’m not fighting anything. I’m letting go, and fuck if it’s not the best feeling in the world.

She lets out a soft whimper when I brush my thumb over her erect nipple, her lips firmly pressing against mine before she pulls back to lift her clothes away. We make quick work of her baggy sweats, and soon the floor is littered with our clothing.

Scooping her into my arms, I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently, teasing every inch of her skin with my tongue and lips. I draw it out until she’s begging me to make her come.

“Please.” Her fingers scrape through my hair as I suck her nipple and massage her clit. She’s already on the verge, and the freedom I feel as I watch her is so fucking good.

I’m finally allowing myself to enjoy this, and the smile that grows on my face as she falls apart in my arms is big and unchecked.

“Ahhh.” Her voice is breathy as she fists the sheet beneath her and rides my fingers.

I press my lips against her neck until she starts to sink back down, and then I softly whisper, “Do you want more?”

“I want you,” she whispers back. “I want you on me, inside me… if that’s what… I mean, do you want that too?”

Leaning up on my elbow, I gaze down at her pretty face and smile. “Yeah, baby. I want that too.”

Her eyes light with this loved-up, starry-eyed look that I seriously don’t deserve.

Pressing my lips against hers, we start to make out all over again, and I reach for my top drawer. We’re going to do things right this time. No more mindless, uncontrolled coupling. No more fighting or resistance.

Resting between her legs, I pull out a condom and check for consent. “You sure?”

“Most definitely.” She smiles, biting her bottom lip. I watch those gray eyes dance for a second before sitting on my knees and suiting up.

She studies me in fascination, then reaches for my cock and gives it a few slow pumps.

“Feels different with this on.”

“Yeah, I know, but we’ve got to be safe. I want to finish inside you this time.”

Her smile grows and she reaches for my shoulders, curling her hand around my neck and pulling me down on top of her.

I easily fall, my resistance shattered. It fell apart the second she showed up at my bedroom door. It turned to vapor as she spilled out every word I needed to hear. Each syllable chipped away at my resolve until there was nothing left but belief and trust.

She’s not going to leave me on a whim.

This girl cares about me.

She wants me.

She’s choosing me.

And I choose her.

The words whistle through me as I ease myself inside her. I go slowly, gently, still mindful that she’s only had sex twice in her life. Thankfully, she’s wet and ready for me, making it easy to slip into her.

Tipping her head back, she grips my shoulder, her mouth popping open when she shifts her hips to accommodate me.

“You okay?”