“Fuck me, Reed,” she murmured against my lips with featherlight breath.
“I love when you say that.” With a grunt I impaled her on my cock and with a hand planted on the wall above her head worked into her. I sheathed myself in her body and thrust until my thighs burned and my brain swam with pleasure. She ran light fingertips cross my skin, my shoulders, my back, tangling it in my hair and pulling when she came. I watched her beautiful face contort with passion before my own release blew through my body and left me sated and exhausted. I collapsed against her, our weight held by the flimsy wall, as we held each other.
After a few minutes of silence, a shiver ran up her skin and I chuckled. “Time to go in?” I tucked into her neck and placed a soft kiss. She tasted like heaven and hell. Sweetness and sin. Every breath left me drunk and craving more.
“Cuddle with me?” she asked, her voice drowsy.
“There's nothing else I'd rather do.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and carried her in, my slowly softening cock still buried inside her. I never wanted to leave.
fifteen
Monday morning I went to class to find Auburn in the same seat as always, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression on her face. I reminded the rest of the class that their final drafts were due on Thursday, answered a few questions, and then dismissed them for the rest of the week so they could use the extra time for their writing. Even though we’d agreed that we needed to keep us on the down low, I was still a little disappointed when Auburn pranced out with the rest of the students, sparing me just a wink and a smile.
She didn’t come over that night. Or the next one. Her grandma was having more trouble getting around and Auburn was afraid to leave her in the event she might fall. We texted back and forth often, and by the time Thursday rolled around I was desperate for her.
Students handed in their final drafts on Thursday afternoon, some staying to linger and chat for a few brief moments, others dropping it off with a smile and nod. A small smile twitched my lips when I saw Auburn lingering. The students must've noticed that she often stayed after class, but we’d always done this. This was our thing. If it hadn’t raised any flags when she was in high school, why would it now?
“Ms. Lawrence.” I nodded stately as she approached the desk. Her beautiful dark eyes rolled back in her head. “You know you didn't have to come considering you're not turning anything in.” I looked at her pointedly.
“Formality.” She shrugged. “I just wanted to say hi.”
“I’m glad you stopped to say hi,” I replied.
“Been busy lately?” She dragged a finger along my desk and avoided my eyes.
“You know, the usual stuff. You?” I was playing with her. I knew without her telling me what she was waiting for. I could read her eyes, see it in her body language.
“Good…” She paused when she reached the corner and looked up at me. “Are you going to make me ask?”
A wry grin lifted a corner of my mouth. “Beg pardon?” Her only response was a narrowing of her eyes. I itched to wrap her in my arms, feel her against me, but I'd have to refrain until later. “Will you do me the greatest honor of coming over tonight, Auburn?” I asked, amused.
“No,” She replied and turned her head.
“What?” I stuttered, a little startled.
“I’m kidding.” She grinned. “I'll see you after dark?” Her chestnut eyes burned into mine. Burned into my fucking soul. I couldn’t breathe. Fuck, why couldn’t I catch my breath around her?
“Can’t wait.” My fingers itched to touch, to feel. I stood and walked her to my door, letting my wandering hands drift across the curve of her bottom.
“Hand’s off, Mr. West.” She wiggled her ass with a sexy grin.
“Of course.” I replied as I pinched her ass. She yelped, her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide. My grin spread. “See you later,” I whispered and opened the door to let her out. She passed me as she walked out, eyes gleaming and setting my heart on fire.
Auburn turned up on my doorstep a few minutes after dusk settled into darkness. Yellow streetlights cast a warm glow over the downtown as I let my former student into my house, my home. Maybe my heart.
I sensed it instantly. The melancholy. She turned and the soft glow of lamplight hit her high cheekbones and hollowed her sockets. It was the first time I'd seen her look sad. “Hi,” I breathed as I approached her.
“Hi.” She nestled into my arms.
“Everything okay?” I ran a palm down her dark chocolate hair as she held me tightly.
“I missed you,” she finally said.