Teacher’s Pet

by Wendy Smith

  “James.” She breaks away, and I push up her shirt. Her breast is full with a light pink nipple that’s pebbled under my fingers.

  “Too much?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “I’m fine. I just want …”

  I bend my head, tonguing her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Mia strokes my back as I graze my teeth over it.

  “I want you,” I say, raising my head.

  Her eyes search mine. “I want you too. How do we do this, James?”

  I smile. “It’s simple.”

  I drop to her other breast, repeating my actions. She lets out a contented sigh, her fingernails raking my back. I want to be inside her while she does that to my bare skin. I want to give her every little bit of pleasure that I can.

  Taking a deep breath, I run my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. She sucks in a breath, and I meet her gaze, maintaining eye contact as I slip my hand into her panties, seeking her clit with my fingers.

  There are no words.

  There’s no need for them.

  Her expression softens as her eyelashes flutter. I stroke her clit with my index finger as we gaze at one another. I’m so fucking hard and can’t wait to taste her, to be inside her.

  She slides down the couch, giving me better access. When I slide my middle finger into her pussy, she gasps.

  “You like?” I ask.

  “Very much.”

  I chuckle, slipping my index finger into her and using my thumb to rub her clit. “We should go to bed.”

  Her eyes widen. “I guess the way the night’s progressing, we’re not taking things slowly.”

  “I was all for that, but right now I have two fingers in your pussy, and I’m not sure that’s going slow.”

  She laughs, and I wince as her pussy tightens around my fingers.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Apart from having this desperate need to be inside you?”

  Mia palms my cheek. “It’s mutual. Believe me. I’m just a little scared.”

  “Of what?”

  “This. Us. I never planned on having sex with a student.”

  I pull my fingers out of her. “I thought it was more than that.”

  “We still barely know each other, James. Are you worth being reckless and irresponsible for?”

  My lips twitch. “You tell me.” I slide my fingers back into her and pump them slowly, my thumb grazing her clit.

  “Oh, you’re playing dirty.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone so much.” I lean over and nuzzle her neck. She squirms underneath me.

  “I’m going to … ohhhh.” Her body jolts as she comes. My fingers are soaked and all I can smell is her. That scent is my favourite aphrodisiac.

  She pants. “Okay, that was …”

  I grin. “Are you going to finish any of your sentences?”

  Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “I’m beginning to realise I’ve lived a really sheltered life.”

  “You’ve come before, right?”

  “Not like that.” Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is mussed. If anyone showed up right now, they’d know what we’d been up to. “Not so … consuming.”

  “Consuming?”

  She laughs. “I’m not sure how to describe it. Less functional and more emotional.”

  “I’m not sure if I can handle sex with you if you’re going to be all scientific about it.”

  “James?”

  I smile. “Yes?”

  “Let’s go to bed.”

  I pull my fingers out of her, and smile as she straightens her skirt when she stands.

  “I’m not sure why you’re doing that. It’s just going to come off in a few minutes.”

  Her cheeks flush and she laughs. “I’m not sure either.”

  Taking my hand in hers, she leads me up the hallway and into the large master bedroom.

  “The bed is new, in case you’re wondering,” she says.

  “My brain’s not working too well right now, so I wasn’t.”

  Laughing, she turns to face me. I reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Her bra’s sitting awkwardly above her breasts and as she reaches for the clip, I take in the sight of her.

  When she realises, she crosses her arms over her breasts.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Maybe this was a mistake.”

  I frown, grasping her arms and pulling her toward me. “Why?”

  “I’m thirty-nine years’ old, James. I’m no spring chicken. My body’s not what it used to be.”

  “It looks amazing to me.”

  Her worried expression softens. “I think we both know you don’t mean that.”

  “But I do. You’re beautiful, Mia. I want to make you feel that.”

  She sucks in her bottom lip. It drives me crazy how she’s so confident one minute and withdraws the next, but I know it’s her past that causes her to doubt herself.

  Doubt is one thing she never needs to do with me.

  I let her arms go and she uncrosses them. Her breasts are perfect. As perfect as they were a few minutes ago when I tasted them. “Let me see the rest of you.”

  She shakes her head. “Not yet. You’re still wearing all your clothes.”

  I grin as she reaches for my T-shirt. When she pulls it over my head, I feel her eyes on me.

  Her hands are warm as she places them on my torso and takes a deep breath. “You work out?”

  I nod. “Box mostly, but sometimes weights.”

  “It works.”

  I grasp her chin and pull her gaze to mine. “Touch me as much as you want.”

  She smiles as she explores my skin with her fingers before dropping them to my jeans. After she fumbles with the button, I suck in a breath, and she drops the zip and pushes my pants down.

  “Mia,” I whisper.

  She keeps her gaze on me as she pushes at my underpants and grips my cock. It’s so fucking hard, and I hold my breath for a moment, fearful that I’m going to come from her touch.

  “I want this, James Campbell. It’s crazy and a bigger risk than I’ve ever taken before, but I can’t fight it.”

  “I don’t want you to fight it.”

  She lets go of me when I kiss her.

  “Bed,” I say.

  “Should I take off my skirt?”

  I shake my head. “Lie down. I’ll take care of that.”

  She pulls back the duvet and top sheet while I climb out of my jeans and underpants. When she turns, her eyes widen and she lies down.

  Her skirt has an elastic waist, and I climb onto the bed, grabbing the fabric and pulling it off in one move. Dragging her panties down her legs, I take in the sight of her naked.

  “Shaved.”

  She smiles. “I like it like that.”

  “I’m not complaining.” I lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms.

  “Can I tell you something personal?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.

  “You’re in my arms, and you’re naked. I’ll listen to anything.” I laugh.

  “I touched myself thinking about you.”

  Wow. My eyebrows rise. “Really?”

  “What just happened on the couch. Well, I did it solo the night after you kissed me.” She blushes, burying her face in my chest. “It was much better when you did it.”

  I’m already hard, but the thought of her touching herself with me in mind? Holy shit. “Can I tell you something personal?”

  Her lips twitch. “What?”

  “I want to taste you so bad. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

  Her eyes widen. “Really?”

  I chuckle. “Yes, really. Do you think you were the only one with indecent thoughts? Thinking of you helped make the nights we didn’t see each other go faster.”

  She sighs when I drop my hand to her breast. She’s perfect.

  I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, caressing her other breast.

  She lets out a long breath, as if she’s bee
n holding it for ages. “James.”

  Dragging her nipple gently through my teeth, I raise my head. “Mia.”

  Her chest rises and falls rapidly as we look into each other’s eyes. There’s so much need in her expression.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She blinks rapidly again, as if she’s trying to process what I’ve said.

  “Are you okay?” I smile.

  “I never … no one’s said anything like that to me before. That’s the second time you’ve said it.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  She shakes her head. “My ex wasn’t good at compliments.”

  “I can’t understand that. You’re a goddess.”

  Her eyebrows creep up. Maybe that was taking it a bit too far.

  I shrug. “I’m not going to apologise for how I feel.”

  She searches my expression. I’m not sure what she’s looking for. Maybe she still thinks it’s an empty platitude. But this is a beautiful woman who needs to be told that she’s beautiful. And I’m only too happy to oblige.

  I run my hand down her thigh, and she shivers when I move it back up to her pussy. Her breaths grow deeper. “Are you okay?”

  She nods. “I’m fine.”

  Caressing her clit with my fingers, I study her face. Her eyelids flutter at the contact.

  “I thought I’d be kissing you a lot, but this isn’t how I pictured spending my weekend.” I grin.

  “Me either.” She laughs. “I feel …”

  “What?” I slip a finger into her, and she sucks in a breath.

  “Well, your finger, but it’s so screwed up. I’ve never done anything bad in my life.”

  I grin. “And this is bad?”

  “No, it’s good. But you know what I mean.”

  Her mouth falls open when I slip in a second finger, my thumb rubbing over her clit.

  She widens her legs, giving me more access, and I return my attentions to her breasts.

  Her nipples pebble as I lick them one by one. I circle the closest nipple with my tongue, and she lets out a moan. When I suck it gently into my mouth, she bucks.

  “James.”

  I sit back up, looking into her eyes. She seems to be fighting the urge to close them. She’s so beautiful when she comes.

  My hand’s covered in her wetness, and as much as I want to be inside her, I could spend hours just watching her as she gives into pleasure.

  “Interesting,” She whispers.

  I laugh. “What is?”

  “What happened on the couch isn’t a fluke.”

  “What do you mean?” I plant a kiss just under her breast.

  “Coming with you is different. I mean, I don’t have much to compare it to, but …”

  After running my tongue up and over her breast, I find her mouth with mine. She sighs as I kiss her.

  “You are working with a very narrow field of experience here.”

  She nods. “I’m sorry.”

  “Stop apologising. I think it’s amazing. And I love that I can bring this out in you.”

  She tilts her head. “How’d you get to be so great? You’re sweet, and caring, and when you touch me I feel things I’ve never felt before. And I’m nearly twice your age.”

  I shrug. “I was the quiet one in my family. I’ve got four older brothers who would have slapped the snot out of me if I wasn’t respectful. And then there was the mother factor I already told you about.”

  Mia laughs. “My parents were like that. They were so strict. I guess they were worried I’d embarrass them. Then they disowned me when I ended up with Garrett.”

  “What? I can’t imagine any parent disowning their child.”

  She shrugs. “I think they saw what he was like years before I did. They warned me, and told me to keep away, but all it did was make me dig my heels in. We were married as soon as I could do it without their permission.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “I still haven’t been in touch with them since I left him. I’m not sure how to.”

  “I’m not sure why we’re talking when I could be making you come again.”

  Her lips spread into a smile. “I don’t know either. I did say you were easy to talk to.”

  “So are you, but I’d rather be doing something else with my mouth right now.”

  Mia’s eyebrows creep up. “Like what?”

  I move down between her legs, pushing back the sheet. Her eyes widen. “Oh.”

  Laughing, I nod. “Oh.”

  I feast on her. Her breathy gasps spur me on as I tongue her clit. She lifts off the bed when I suck it gently into my mouth. If I thought she liked my fingers, she loves my tongue. And I love going down on her. “You taste so fucking good.”

  Mia runs her fingers through my hair, gripping it and pulling me closer. I love how quickly she’s become so uninhibited, how she’s not afraid to show me what she wants.

  I lick up both sides of her pussy, and suck gently on the flesh. I’m consumed by her, and I just want Mia to have the best sexual experience of her life. I’m not cocky enough to think I’m anything amazing, but all that matters is that she enjoys herself.

  When I move back to her clit, her breathing falls apart, and she lets out a moan as she thrusts toward me. Her body shudders.

  I run my tongue over her, licking up her juices. She lets out puffy breaths as she recovers.

  I plant kisses on her thighs, and she squeezes them together. Laughing, I look up. “Are you okay?”

  “Very okay.” She sighs a contented sigh. “Why did you stop?”

  “You squeezed me out.” I laugh.

  “I want you inside me.”

  I don’t need to be told twice.

  “I’ve got a condom in my wallet. One second.” I lean over and pick up my pants from the floor.

  “I don’t have any. You can probably tell I didn’t plan for this.” She laughs.

  “Me either. It’s probably expired.” I joke.

  “What?”

  When I pluck the condom out of my wallet and sit back up, she stares at me.

  “I’m kidding. Check it yourself if you want to.” I wave the foil packet in the air.

  She snatches it from my hand and examines it.

  “I can’t believe you checked.”

  “I can’t believe you joked about it.”

  I take it back from her. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, Mia.”

  She sighs. “That was a dick move.”

  “I’m sorry.” I search her expression. “Are we still okay?”

  She nods, pointing at my cock. “As if I’m gonna waste that now.”

  I chuckle, tearing open the condom wrapper.

  She watches as I roll the condom on. Even her watching me is hot.

  “Ready?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  She nods. “Are you trying to talk me out of it?”

  “I would never do that.”

  Her smile lights up the room as she palms my cheek. I lean forward, claiming her mouth with mine, our bodies pressed together.

  “I want you so fucking much,” I murmur.

  “Then take me.” She guides me with her hand, and I slide into her. Fuck, if this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is.

  “Mia,” I meet her gaze. Her eyelids flutter as I move inside her.

  She lets out a long breath, and her lips stay parted. Everything she does makes me harder. She’s so beautiful.

  We maintain eye contact as I thrust. Sex has never been like this before. It was always emotional, and I’m not a guy who has it for the sake of it, but this is different. There’s a connection between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else.

  God, how I hope she feels it too.

  Her chest rises and falls underneath me as her breathing grows strained.

  “It feels so good.” She moans.

  I run my tongue up her neck until I reach her ear. “What feels good?”
r />   “You do. You feel so good.”

  I search her expression, but the emotions she has on display leave me feeling overwhelmed. “You feel amazing.” I lick my lips. “You are amazing.”

  Her heels hit the back of my thighs as she pulls me in deeper. “You’re pretty amazing too.”

  “I’m sure I can do better than pretty amazing.”

  Mia’s lips curl into a smile. “Fine. You’re incredible. Is that better?”

  “It must be. I …” Waves of pleasure wash over me as I come. My body jerks as if I’m not in control of it, and I thrust hard twice before coming to a stop.

  “Now you’re the one not finishing sentences.” She laughs softly as I roll to her side.

  I pull her into my arms. “It’s difficult to find the words when you’re so overwhelmed.”

  “I know.”

  She sighs, running her finger down my chest. “If I was being responsible, I’d tell you we shouldn’t do this again,” she says.

  “I know.”

  “We shouldn’t have done it this time.” She lets out a laugh, and buries her face in my chest. “This is so not like me.”

  “Me either.” I chuckle.

  “I’ve been in one relationship in my life, and it was with Garrett.”

  I shrug. “I’ve had one serious girlfriend. There have been a couple of hook-ups, but nothing like this.”

  “Like what?”

  I turn my head. Her eyes are full of emotion. I feel it too. “I can’t answer that. It’s just different with you.”

  She smiles. “You’re too young to know that.”

  I shake my head. “I’m old enough.”

  Mia slaps her hand to her face. “I just had sex with a … how old are you?”

  “Twenty-two.”

  She groans.

  “Why? How old are you again?”

  “Thirty-nine.”

  “Woah. That is old.”

  Her mouth falls open.

  “I’m kidding. I don’t care. You’re gorgeous, and I was already enamoured with your brain.”

  When she laughs, I smile. If her marriage was that bad, how long has it been since she’s just enjoyed herself? Since that laughter was free and uninhibited?

  I shrug. “It could always be worse. At least I’m not in your class.”

  “But you will be next year.”

  I sigh. “Then you’re right. We won’t do this again.”

  “We shouldn’t.” A smile spreads across her lips.

  I lick my lips. “I’ll buy a box of condoms for next time.”