My pussy starts clenching needily again as I remember how he licked me. I know all I have to do is say the word and he’ll flip me on my back and have his tongue inside me in an instant. But now it’s his turn.
I drag my tongue around his cock, circling the head the way he circles my clit. It seems to work if his groans of pleasure are any indication. After a few moments of that, I really want that big thing in my mouth, so I wrap my lips around him and take him all the way to his balls, cupping them and rolling them in my fingers. They tighten in my hand, and I feel his cock jerk as I close my throat around him, breathing through my nose and fighting my gag reflex.
He grabs my arms and pulls me up, his eyes tightly closed. A second later I’m on my back with my legs spread and his cock buried deep inside my pussy. He groans loud and long, nudging his fingers between us to massage my clit. He pounds my body with his hard, thick cock, and I love the feel of him stretching and filling me so completely. We’ve barely begun before I come, and he spills into me with a roar a second after that.
I can barely breathe, the force of this orgasm like none of the others he’s given me.
“How do you do that?” I ask. I can’t imagine it could ever be like this with any other man. There’s no way.
“I was wondering the same about you,” he says, rolling to the side and dragging me into a fierce hug.
We cuddle for a while until my stomach growls. He kisses me on the forehead, such a sweet gesture, it makes my heart hurt.
“Hungry for real food now?”
He brings me the wrap for my ankle and helps me put it on, then hands me one of his t-shirts before slipping on a pair of sweatpants. I hadn’t thought about my injury since last night, but now the nagging pain is back with nothing to distract me from it. Gabriel doesn’t miss the grimace I make at the pain. He scoops me into his arms and carries me downstairs to the kitchen. He brings me a glass of water and some pain killers before making us scrambled eggs. As we eat, we chat about everything from math, to my skating, to him possibly writing another book one day. He still doesn’t believe how much I loved his first one, and when I admit he was my high school celebrity crush, he laughs so hard, he spits out his orange juice.
The time I’ve spent with Gabriel has been nothing short of magical. It’s every one of my fantasies come true. But it isn’t lost on me that we haven’t talked about what he plans to do for my sister’s grade…or what happens when it’s time for me to leave.
Chapter 10
Gabriel
After we finished eating breakfast, I linger over cleaning up the kitchen while Lorelei goes upstairs to dress, then returns to her place at the dining table. My thoughts are racing, and I can’t get a handle on my feelings. Last night was the best sex of my life, but my feelings for Lorelei go beyond that. Something in Lorelei calls to something in me. We’ve known each other for only two days, but she understands me in a way that no one else ever has. She’s not just beautiful, she’s smart and funny. I don’t think I’ve laughed half as much in the past year as I have in the past day with her.
But it isn’t that simple. She’s also so young, much younger than my thirty-six years. Not to mention the fact that I’m her sister’s professor. I know it hasn’t escaped her notice that I’ve avoided talking about what to do about Cara’s cheating. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, so much as I don’t know what to say. I can’t just give Cara a free pass, my conscience won’t allow it. But I don’t want to hurt Lorelei by failing Cara either. I’ve also come to realize that over the years I’ve forgotten that my students are not just students. They’re people with goals and lives outside my classroom.
“Gabriel,” Lorelei calls softly from the table.
I turn to meet her gaze, and her eyes soften at the turmoil she must see in mine. I’m spiraling with no clear idea what to do from here. This is why I chose math, why I’ve avoided relationships in the past. Math is orderly and predictable. There’s always one, clear, right answer. For someone who prides himself on always being in control, these feelings have me rattled.
I move to the table and sit across from Lorelei, taking her hand. She turns her hand in my hold and links her fingers with mine.
“Talk to me,” she says.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admit.
“About Cara or us?” she asks.
“Any of it, all of it.”
Lorelei is quiet for a few minutes, then she pulls her hand away and sits back in her chair.
“Maybe you just need some time to think about it.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Another pause, then she asks quietly, “Do you want me to go?”
The thought of Lorelei leaving feels like a stake in the heart. Of course, I don’t want her to go, but how can I ask her to stay? She has a whole life on the other side of the country, and when she leaves, I’ll be alone again. Asking her to stay would only be prolonging the inevitable, and the longer she stays, the more it will hurt us both when she leaves.
“I think that might be for the best,” I say, forcing myself to meet her eyes.
She looks at me, then nods. Without a word, she gets up and collects her crutches, then moves toward the front door. She collects her purse and jacket, then looks back at me where I’m rooted to my place at the table.
“Goodbye, Gabriel,” she says softly, then she’s gone.
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