A Wifey for the Bad Boy(207)
Then I felt her undo my jeans and slip them down.
“Ivy,” I began with a gasping breath, “there's something you should know I...I've never...” I said, not able to admit that I was a virgin.
“I know what it's like Selina, I know, I was the same when I left,” she said, which was a surprise, “But you're with me now, I've got you,” she added, and then my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt her delve in between my thighs and start to pleasure me with her tongue and her fingers. It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. First she teased my inner thigh by running her sharp nails down it, getting ever closer to my already-wet pussy. Then, she leaned in and rested her head against me leg so that I could feel her breath against me, inching ever closer. I heard her murmur with satisfaction as she breathed in my scent. Her hands fell down my body and started to stroke my lips, just as I had imagined her doing on all those lonely nights long ago, in another world.
The pleasure swept through me like wildfire and my mouth hung open. My legs trembled as she dipped a finger inside me and started curling it up and down, getting deeper and deeper inside until she had reached my sweetest spot and a silent scream came out of my mouth. Then another finger followed and an orchestra was crashing inside my head, with the big boom of a drum sounding as her tongue joined the action, sliding and swirling around me, making sweat pour out of my body. In a rare moment where my eyelids were not clamped shut I looked down to see her turquoise hair splayed out all across my thighs. My arms searched the walls for support and found the door handle, which I squeezed until my knuckles went white as I tried to brace myself for the pleasure which surged within.
Outside I could barely see the stars but there were supernovas in my eyes as orgasmic ecstasy rushed through me. I was caught in all the anguished delights of my dreams and fantasies as Ivy reached deep inside me and pulled out all the remnants of my innocence, casting them aside because I did not need them anymore. My body jerked violently as the orgasm exploded and I gave Ivy everything I had, everything that had been hers from the very beginning. She remained in between my legs for a while after, kissing me softly and stroking my burning thighs before she rose again. I could taste myself on her lips, and it was strangely comforting. We lovingly caressed each other and stripped each other of our remaining clothes. She looked glorious naked. The tattoos curled around her body, making her skin seem alive and shifting. She turned around and beckoned me with one finger to the bed. I followed willingly, and when we were there she threw her arms around me and showered me in kisses.
“It's funny,” she said as we lay looking out of the window, “we come from the same place but we could never have had this there.”
“No, we would have just been half-alive,” and as I felt her naked body against mine I knew that I had made the right decision in leaving home, and that I would never regret it.
I don't know where it's going to end up, but wherever she leads I will follow.
THE END
Teach Me Love
Teach Me Love
Chapter 1
I watched her every day with such adoring glances that I wondered if anyone else knew. Sometimes it seemed so obvious that I was in love with her that I flushed with embarrassment. I heard the students whisper and imagined that they must have been whispering about her and me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It was like she had stepped out of one of my dreams and I still remember the day when I first stepped into her class. She teaches English Literature. I once harbored hopes of being a writer until I read more books and realized that I would never come close to the greats. And if I couldn't be the best then what was the point? A few scathing replies from publishers and agents didn't help either. It was a business in which you need a thick skin, and unfortunately I do not have that.
I did a lot of research and it seemed that a lot of writers went into teaching, so I did the next best thing to that and became a teaching assistant. The first time I ever walked into a lesson, Lucy Mills must have thought that I was an imbecile because I saw her and was stunned. I literally stopped in my tracks, paralyzed by her beauty. She was in her mid-40s, a little under twenty years older than me, but unless you looked closely at creases appearing around her eyes, you'd never know it. She was in great shape... and what a shape. Her body curved down in a sweet hourglass shape that just sent my body into a crazy haze. She had long, dark hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall, and whenever she waltzed around the room it swayed as one being, almost as though it had a mind of its own.
Lucy had an olive complexion and there was a small mole that sat just above her collarbone. That mole had always entranced me, teased me, mocked me, for it taunted me with things that lay below her top, things that I had always dreamed of seeing. Her dark eyes burned me and her lilting voice was a melody inside my heart. Ordinarily she wore conservative clothes but sometimes in the summer she would wear tight tops. I had to make an extra effort to concentrate in those classes.