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“She’s a sweet girl,” he said. I’m sure I detected attraction, but again he deflected, even when I mentioned how I noticed the way he hovered over her in art class. “Beth is my best student,” he replied. “Her talent is beyond comparison to any other student. She has a real passion for art.”
I’m still not sure I believe him, but I quickly found myself spellbound by her and pushed it to the side. Went in head first, quite literally, and found myself drowning in her.
I shouldn't have pursued it. I don't have much to offer her as a nomad without any prospects of settling down. It wouldn't be fair to lead her on. But the more I watched her, the more I convinced myself that just one night would be worth it. And I would make it worth it for her too, wanting nothing more than to bring her to ecstasy until she begged for me to stop.
So, I gave in to her charm, and accidentally let her wiggle her perfect ass into my psyche, a burning intensity taking up residence behind my sternum the more I got to know her. And the way her body relaxed when everyone was gone, showing me her own little piece of heaven when the gallery closed. That trust felt almost as good as the way she tasted on my tongue.
Almost.
Good God, that was the most erotic experience of my life. I have never wanted to please someone so thoroughly. Nothing else mattered. My full focus was zeroed in on feeling her come apart. Letting her know that I think she's the most beautiful, desirable woman I've ever met. I could live between her thighs.
I pop open the tube of body wash that I spent all morning tracking down. I might have opened and smelled every tub, bottle, and container of vanilla body wash until I found the right one. Filling my hands with it, I rub the foaming substance through my chest hair, letting that scent fill the steam and overtake the room.Groan.
There was a moment, after her first orgasm, when I could feel her body clench around my fingers. I couldn't stop tasting her, wanting to explore every fold and make her come again and again. She finally let go, giving in to her body's urge, tilting her trembling hips to meet my face. My cock was harder than it's ever been in my life, straining against my slacks and pulsing with need for this woman.
More for my sake than her own, I held her down and feasted until she came undone again, this time with an intensity that I've never experienced before. Her pussy clenched impossibly tight around my fingers and fucking gushed everywhere. My face was splashed with a wave of fluid, my beard drippingand soaking the front of my shirt, the obscene way her cum splashed on the floor. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I'd lost control and had cum in my pants without so much as a touch from her. Instead, I made it sound like I was holding out for her tonight.
Everything I told her was true, though. I plan to thoroughly destroy her. I want her to wake up tomorrow and wince when she sits down on her wooden stool to paint in Ezra's class. I want her cheeks to flush that alluring shade of pink when she remembers all the filthy things I plan on doing to her delectable body.
The thick lather of the body wash is almost overstimulating as I pump my cock with it, rubbing her scent all over me and thinking about this woman who has me obsessed.
"Fuck, Beth," I mutter as I imagine what it would look like to have her plump lips wrapped around my cock, or what it will feel like the first time I thrust into her.
"Fuuuuck."
I'm in so much trouble.
The door opens before I finish knocking, and the vision that greets me takes my breath away. My eyes trace over every inch of her body, taking in black jeans that look paintedon her curves, the nearly see-through white blouse over a black bodysuit. Her black Chuck Taylors have a neon rainbow painted over the top.
She's gorgeous. Perfect.
"You said casual," she says, looking worried. "Is this okay? I can change—"
"You're perfect."
Her blush is tantalizing, and I reach forward to kiss her warm cheek. I pull a small flower from behind my back.
"My favorite,” she smiles, a big, full, gleeful smile that could outshine the sun as she takes the simple, fluffy white dandelion from my hand.
"This is truly the cutest thing anyone's ever given me."
"I was going for suave, but I'll take cute," I say with a wink.
"You are definitely suave," she laughs. "Do you, um, want to come in for a few?"
"No,” I say, too sternly. Then I chuckle. “I mean, yes, but I'm not going to. Yet."
"Oookay," she says, looking confused.
"If I go in there, we might not leave. My thoughts have been running rather errant all day, and I'm worried I won't be able to control myself. I really, really, want to take you out and wine and dine you before I bend you over the closest surface and have my way with you."
Her face flames and she coughs out a surprised laugh, every visible inch of skin turning a delicious shade of deep pink. "If you say so,” she says with a slightly strained voice. “I'll just grab my bag and sweater."
I wait for her like a good boy, watching her like a predator as she closes the door and locks it behind her. She turns and smiles at me expectantly, and I hold my arm out to her. It's a cool night, but her warmth soaks right through my cardigan. She'd be enough to keep me warm through winter, especially when she looks up at me like that. Her grey-blue eyes twinkle up at me through dark eyelashes. She doesn't seem to wear a ton of makeup, and I love that. Everything about her is so natural and comfortable… and so fucking sexy.
"Whatcha thinking about?" She asks conversationally, if not a bit awkwardly.
Shit.We're still standing here in front of her door, me holding her arm against mine and gawking at her.
