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“Okay,” I find myself agreeing.
Blake’s hands are on my thighs, pushing my dress up as he kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. My breath hitches and I tangle my hands into his hair. Eagerly, I encourage his touches.
“Oh my god,” I gasp out.
It’s probably the hormones but I feel like everything is amplified and I start to feel a little dizzy from it all. I feel horny and desperate. I cling to Blake.
“Hey, sit here for me,” Blake requests. He pats on the couch beside him.
I wonder what he has planned for me, but I climb off him doing as I’m told without questioning him. I settle on the sofa to the side of him and then watch in confusion as he sinks to his knees in front of me.
“What are you—?”
My question is answered as he grabs me by my thighs and pulls me down slightly. My dress is pushed to my waist and he’s grabbing my panties. Wide-eyed and excited, I watch as he slowly kisses along my thighs and up further.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as sink back into the cushions.
Blake’s mouth is so incredibly soft and I feel like I’m floating as he takes care of me. No one has ever done this for me before and I lie there feeling in awe as pleasure builds inside me embarrassingly fast. I scramble for Blake’s hand, and he links his fingers with mine.
“Blake, oh, oh my god.”
The added connection has me moaning his name as I rock my hips against the sweet torture of his mouth. My orgasm seems to explode from within me. I’m gasping and moaning. When he pulls away, he’s grinning at me and I laugh, feeling breathless.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I tell him.
He grins and then sits back next to me, leaning forward to kiss me on the head. The minutes slip away. The two of us both gasp and moan as we immerse ourselves in making each other feel good. Feeling the depths of our connection, it’s like the world stands still.
Chapter 24:
Blake
Itakeadeepbreath. My heart is heavy with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia as I stand before Ethan, helping him straighten his new school uniform. The navy blazer fits him perfectly. His cute face looks up at me, beaming with pride. His small book bag looks giant on him, and I take time to snap some photos of him in front of the door of Olivia’s house. It was a tradition that our mom did with us, and I want to carry it on with my own children. He looks so adorable, and a bittersweet smile tugs at the corners of my lips. If only Sarah was here to witness this milestone, to share the joy and excitement that fills the air.
Olivia is there to give him a good luck kiss and then we’re in the car and heading on our way. As we approach the entrance of the new private school, Ethan’s small hand clutched tightly in mine, I can’t help but feel a surge of nervousness. Will he make friends? Will he feel comfortable in this unfamiliar environment? I hope with all my heart that this new chapter in his life brings him happiness and growth.
The teacher, Miss Johnson, meets us at the door, her warm smile instantly puts me at ease. We’ve spoken a few times and when I was looking around the school we met. She’s a bright and bubbly woman and I’m glad she will be Ethan’s teacher.
“Hi,” she greets us. “You must be Ethan.” She radiates kindness and understanding, and I find solace in the fact that Ethan will be in good hands.
“Hello,” I reply trying to project an air of confidence, but inside, I’m a bundle of worries and hopes for my little boy. “Yes, this is Ethan.”
“I’m Miss Johnson and this is Miss Tracy,” Miss Johnson says, gesturing towards a friendly-looking woman standing beside her. “She’ll be Ethan’s one-on-one teaching assistant like we talked about. Tracy has experience working with children who have additional needs.”
Although the school had already told me their support plan for my son, relief washes over me. I extend my hand toward Tracy, grateful for her presence and expertise. It’s nice to meet who is going to spend the days with my son.
“Thank you for being here for Ethan,” I say, my voice filled with gratitude.
“It’s my pleasure,” she responds, her voice gentle and reassuring. Tracy smiles warmly, her eyes filled with compassion. “I’m here to help him navigate through his new school experience smoothly. We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?” she says, talking to Ethan. “You and I are going to be really good friends.”
The little boy looks a little unsure, but he nods.
“I’ve got a cool gift for you here,” she says.
Tracy hands Ethan a large blue tablet. It’s got a soft case around it, decorated with planets and stars, which he loves. His name is on the back in a cute font. There’s also a strap so he can wear it like a bag. He puts it on curiously and then smiles up at me excitedly when he presses the screen, and it comes to life. It’s got several pictures on the screen and as he clicks them, there are different commands and requests. He quickly hits the one that’s a picture of someone waving.
“Hello,” the tablet says in a boy’s voice. Then, “Good morning.”
I look surprised and delighted towards Miss Johnson and Miss Tracy. They had told me they would have everything ready for him, but I hadn’t realized they would get the tablet ready and customized so quickly. This is the opposite of how his last school dealt with his mutism, and I’m so happy that I pulled him from there and found this place.
