Teacher's Pet

by Madison Skye

  Our legs dangle over the edge of the cliff and our bodies pressed close together. I can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, so relaxed. Everly loves places like this, and I can see why. Far from the city lights and the noise of passing cars and the smell of gasoline coating everything, the world is a beautiful place. The colors of fall and the soft play of the cool breeze really create an atmosphere of peace and calm, one that’s hard to get back home.

  But even more beautiful than the whispering pines and the valley below us is Everly. She still looks just as gorgeous to me as the first moment she walked into my classroom. Her hair brushes her shoulders, thick and dark, and her eyes are still the same shade of cocoa, full of mischief and desire. Her ample breasts still rest nicely in my palms, and her body still responds to me as easily as ever.

  I still work as a teacher, though the gig has become part-time and all online. I never wanted to risk going back to traditional teaching. Sometimes I still worry about being caught with Everly and losing my job. I know I’m being irrational - the school year is done and another has began, and she hasn’t been my student in a year. But I know I need the hours to keep us afloat.

  Plus, I’m afraid of losing her. Still. I think, in a way, I always will be. Call me insecure, but the idea of losing this woman terrifies me. I know she’s mine and always will be. I can feel that deep in my soul. She’s never made me feel any other way. But the fear still remains. I know it will until I do something more official to bind us together.

  Other than the fear nagging at the back of my brain, our relationship is quite normal. We seem to be like any other couple. Madly in love. Willing to do anything for each other. Willing to put aside our own needs and desires in order to make the other happy. Both of us bend over backwards to ensure that our relationship is a happy one, where the work of keeping the love going isn’t placed on only one person’s shoulders. I’ve never felt more loved in my life.

  And the sex. Holy shit, the sex. I never knew that sex could be as hot and heavy as this. We’re still all over each other. Even now, looking at her as she sits, her eyes closed as she lets the sun seep into her skin, I can feel my cock stirring. I want to lay her down on this expanse of rock and kiss her until she’s fumbling at my clothes and begging for me to fuck her.

  I may not have an office anymore, but there’s a big wooden desk in my house that she likes. We use it to reenact our first time, to feel the intensity of the heat we felt that day. I love seeing her bent over for me as my cock drives inside of her. I like pushing her limits, like seeing how hard I can make her come.

  A few times, I’ve even gotten her to put that long hair of hers in pigtails so I can pull and tug on them with every thrust. Seeing her looking so innocent turns me into a primal animal, more like a monster than anything else. Sometimes it’s nice to just let go, to let desire run everything.

  To not have to behave for a while.

  Her head rests against my shoulder now. I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her new shampoo. Pumpkins and cream and cinnamon vanilla. Quite nice. Soothing to me as my stomach rolls in anticipation. Tonight, I plan on making a huge step, putting everything on the line, and doing something more than a little scary.

  Tonight, I’m going to ask Everly to marry me.

  We’ve only been together for a year. I know, kind of quick to make a proposal. But honestly, I’ve been thinking about this decision for months already. I know she’s the woman I want to be with the rest of my life. It feels so right having her by my side, like all this time there was this gaping hole in my life that I ignored. Now that she’s here, it’s filled, and I can finally find myself.

  I know it’s a big step to take. When the semester started, just over a year ago, I never would have envisioned my life going in this direction. Really, I was close to hitting rock bottom. Nothing made me happy. I was becoming bitter. I didn’t know what I wanted from life, only that it wasn’t what I already had. I lashed out at people and spent all my time not teaching cooped up at home, refusing to do anything but the bare minimum needed to get by.

  Now, things have come full circle. Instead of hitting rock bottom, I’m in a better place than I have ever been in my life. Suddenly, I have a purpose. I wake up every morning and smile, knowing that it’s going to be a great day. Before, I’d hit snooze as many times as possible, hide under the covers, and only come out when not doing so would have meant being fired.

  It’s hard to process at times. Sometimes, like now, I just have to let myself get lost in my own thoughts. I have to sit and take in the beauty of my life. I like to watch Everly and reflect. I know that, without her here in my life, things would be a lot different. Knowing that makes me incredibly thankful for her. I never want to take her for granted.

  Soon, she’ll wear my ring on her finger. And after that, she’ll be my wife. I can’t think of anything better than that. Life with she and I together, against the world. We stick together like glue, and I always want it to be that way. Together, we’ll take things one day at a time.

  Together, we’ll love and be loved.

  Everly - 2 Years Later

  Married life is the best life. Back when I was a teenager, I thought I’d stay single for life. Getting attention from tons of different men felt fresh and exciting to me. The idea of being tied down and forced into a long term relationship scared me for a long time. Now that I’m actually in one, I realize my mistake.

  Being with Daimon, married and living together, is like living in heaven on Earth. There’s always someone to talk to when I’m feeling down. There’s always someone to hug or hold when I need a cuddle. Meals aren’t eaten alone and in silence, but snuggled up on the couch with him, the comforting presence of his body often making me feel sleepy and full of contentment.

  He’s waiting for me now, in the shower. The master bathroom is full of steam, thick and smoggy. My clothes puddle on the floor beneath me. Sometime soon, I’ll scoot my way through here and toss them in the hamper. For now, I have more pressing things to deal with.

  Like the bareass naked man hanging out in my shower, asking if I’m coming.

  I’ve been married to him for about six months now. Our wedding day was gorgeous. Nothing fancy, but enough to make my heart swell with pride and happiness. We had a springtime wedding, outdoors in a forest clearing. The birds were chirping and a babbling brook whispered in the background. The sun had been out with fluffy white clouds and it’d been a beautiful day.

  Our vows had been agonized over and when I first heard his, I cried. I felt so lucky that day, and I have every day since. And it’s not just a feeling. I know that snagging him was pure luck. Finding a partner who understands me so much at an age so young has to be bordering on miracle territory. So many people wait a lifetime, searching for that one person.

  Some never find them.

  After the ceremony, we’d had a beautiful reception. The cake was delicious and looked amazing smeared across his smug, grinning face. The food had been simple, lighter fare, and the alcohol had been bubbly and refreshing. Our guests had a good time, and our first dance together was something I’ll never forget.

  I’ll always cherish the memory and keep it close beside my heart.

  After all the excitement died down, I’d spent a long time just hanging on his arm. All of our guests were lovely. I’d had fears about that. When we first announced our relationship, people seemed a little sceptical. With the huge age difference between us, people wondered what our motives were. I knew it’d be even worse if people were to find out how we met, so we kept that part of our relationship under wraps.

  Honestly, we probably always will.

  As we grew closer and didn’t break down under the pressure of everyday life, people began to take us a little more seriously. Eventually, we were just like any other couple. By the time our wedding day rolled around, people were genuinely happy for us. I loved seeing the smiles on everyone’s faces. I’d never thrown a party before, an
d it felt good to play hostess and know that my event was the highlight of many people’s day.

  But I couldn’t play hostess forever. As the sun began to slip below the horizon, my body began to respond to the simple touch of Daimon beside me. I needed him, and I didn’t want to wait. We’d always been pretty risky with our sex life, fucking in places that others might be hesitant to.

  I had no moral qualms about what we did. If we got caught, who could really get mad?

  Afterall, we were newlyweds.

  So we snuck away and hid in a closet. The space was tight but the sex was hot as hell, even when I narrowly avoided being whacked in the head with a broom. Somehow we got away with it, even though I’m sure we looked guilty as hell when we popped back up twenty minutes after vanishing from our own wedding reception.

  Six months later, we’re still like that. We still spend as much time in each other’s arms as we possibly can. We both lead busy lives. I spend a lot of time building my own photography business, shooting at weddings and births and graduations. Daimon has a lot on his plate between work and school. We’re even talking about getting a furry little puppy to look after.

  As if our life isn’t already crazy enough.

  But that doesn’t mean we don’t have time for each other. Even if we’re both out of the house late, we make sure we take a few minutes to catch up with each other before slipping into bed for the night. We sit on the couch together, each with a steaming cup of tea, and talk about our day. We talk about the good things and the bad things. We try to keep everything out in the open. No use letting things fester and make us unhappy.

  As for our sex life, we work hard to make that a priority. I heard so much when I was a teenager about how awful marriage was. People said that when you get married, you kiss sex goodbye. I never knew if that was a rumor, some kind of bad press that marriage got, or if it were true. All I knew was, for us, we’d never live without putting each other’s physical needs as priorities.

  So far, it really hasn’t been a problem. We’re still probably in the honeymoon stage. In the future, as we add babies and ever more responsibilities, things might get harder. For now, we’re setting a good foundation. We make love as often as possible, and we enjoy the hell out of it. It’s been amazing getting to know his body and what makes him tick. I can turn him on in less than a minute and have him begging for release in under five.

  He still seems irresistible to me. I hope that never changes. I love his body, his smile, the way he makes me laugh. I love how he squeezes my ass when I walk by way and the way he always tries to tickle me when we’re cuddling on the couch. I love how he looks so much, I spend time just staring at him; when he’s chopping vegetables for a stir fry or doing maintenance on his truck or building me a shelf for my collection of books and DVD’s. Watching his body move does something to me, no matter what he’s doing.

  Like now, in the heat of the shower. Water runs into my eyes and blurs my vision, but I still reach out to touch him. The hard plane of his pecs is familiar under my fingertips, but still sends shockwaves of arousal deep in my stomach. I ache to kiss him, but I know I’ll have my chance later. For now, I let him wash every inch of my body, the sweetness of my jasmine scented soap mingling with the musky scent of his.

  This moment?

  Pure perfection.

  When the soap is off my body, I stand, wrapped up tight in his arms. He kisses my neck and we stand together in the warm spray of water. We don’t need to say a thing. Just the steady pound of his heartbeat against my back is enough.

  With Daimon, I feel safe. I feel whole. Our relationship may not be conventional, but it never was. We don’t need it to be. We don’t need society telling us if our love is valid or not. All that matters is the feelings we have for one another, and what we do with them. As long as we’re happy with the direction our life is taking, that’s enough.

  More than enough.

  I’m still young, but I’m happy with where my life has taken me. I may not be out with my classmates, partying and sleeping with as many people as possible. I went through that phase, and I’m more than happy to kiss it goodbye. My marriage is better than any party, quick fling, or “fun” I could be having.

  That’s how life works - by surprising us. We never know where it’ll take us. We just have to sit back and enjoy the ride.

  His Nanny

  It feels wrong to want the new nanny, but I can’t always do what’s right..

  I’ve been alone for a long time now

  Long enough, I feel like I need no one

  But the second I lay eyes on the new nanny, I know I have to have her

  She’s young and innocent and completely irresistible

  She needs someone to take her by the hand and teach her

  That someone should be me

  I’m done waiting

  It’s time to teach my nanny a few things she’ll never forget

  This alpha hero has a little grey in his hair and a lot of experience he’ll use to teach his innocent nanny the ropes. If you like steamy, older man, younger woman romance with no cheating and a HEA, this one’s for you!

  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VQD5BCP