Page 8 of Classroom Confessions

“Get in the car.” I pulled his hand around and kissed the palm. “It’s not far.”

“Thank fuck.” He closed the door and rounded the hood.

The drive passed in a blur of directions and David’s hands tight on the wheel. He looked at me once, then jerked his head back forward, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

I slid across the bucket seat and ran a hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Don’t.” He grabbed my hand, holding it still on his cock and thrusting into my palm. “You’re going to have all the time in the world. I’m not some fuck boy who can’t outlast you.”

My breath stuttered to a halt.

“When I said I’d take my time, I meant it.” He brought my hand up and set it on his shoulder, kissing the pad of my thumb. “You’re meant to be savored, Rebecca. I want all of my attention on you.”

Well, fuck. If that didn’t soak my panties, not much else would. “Good. Because we’re here.” I pointed out my building, an eager anticipation propelling me from the car and up the walk to my front door.

David stayed close behind me, his hand on the small of my back. Such a simple touch shouldn’t electrify me, but my skin practically burst into flame before I could even unlock the door and stumble inside.

He caught me around the waist and closed the door with his heel, reaching back to lock it without breaking eye contact. His lips hovered over mine, the anticipation breathtaking.

Fitz’s claws tap-tapped across the floor. He spotted David and bounced over long enough to sniff David’s shoes before he scampered off.

His broad hands held my hips, his fingers squeezing and releasing as he brought me closer. Our lips brushed in a mockery of a caress so soft I protested with a sigh. Eyes dark and pupils fully blown, he slanted his lips over mine, devouring me with a kiss so intense my toes curled. Lips locked together, he backed me against the wall and ground his cock into my belly. I groaned into his mouth and ran my fingers through his hair.

When he dropped his hands to my ass and squeezed, I gasped into his mouth, giving him access to more of me as I arched into him. This was what I’d needed, the connection and desire I’d ached to have fulfilled.

David pulled away from my lips and rained kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and into my shoulder. One hand slid beneath my dress and into my panties, his fingers parting me and stroking over my clit. “You’re burning up, Princess.” He nipped the side of my neck. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

I somehow managed to walk us into my bedroom with his hand still between my legs. Every step turned torturous with the glide of his fingers over my sensitive heat. “I need you inside me.” I yanked his belt loose and undid his jeans. His cock sprang free, falling heavily into my hand. “Good God.” I wrapped both hands around him and stroked from tip to balls, drawing out a ragged hiss from David.

We reached the edge of the bed, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress. David’s weight pushed me backward. He landed on top of me, his weight supported on one hand and his knees between mine. He nudged my legs farther apart and slid a finger deep into my pussy.

“Fuck.” My entire body exploded with need, sending me arching into his hand. I whimpered and bit the inside of my cheek.

David hovered over me, his fingers moving ever deeper with each pulsing stroke. “Don’t hold back.”

I didn’t need his permission, but hearing that soft command tore through me. I stroked him harder, drawing him closer. “Take off your clothes, David.” I ground out his name and released him long enough to shove at his pants. If we were doing this—and we definitely were if I had any say so—then I was going to see him fully naked so I could enjoy every minute with him.

“You first.” Without any warning, he yanked my panties off and pushed my skirt up my thighs, exposing me. His eyes dilated further, and he groaned while palming my pussy. His free hand worked the zipper at my side, sliding it down and tugging the straps over my shoulders until my breasts spilled out. I wore my dress around my waist, and instead of feeling insecure or ashamed of how I looked, I felt desirable. David looked at me like he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He pulled me to my feet and shimmied the dress off my hips. It fell in a puddle on the floor, followed by his shirt and pants after he kicked off his shoes and socks.

We stood facing each other, bodies inches apart. Heat radiated off his skin, his dick thick and proud. My nipples pebbled into tight buds. David brushed the back of his hand over my breast, across my nipple, and to my hip. He pulled our bodies together, sliding his cock between my thighs without entering me.

“I’m on birth control.” I locked my palms on his shoulders and pulled us both onto the bed. This time when he landed, his weight settled over me, locking me into place. I wiggled a bit and hooked my left leg over the back of his knee, trying to pull him into me.

Warm breath rushed over my neck as he lifted onto his palms. He stared down at me in a slow perusal that was as intoxicating as his hands. His head lowered, inch by inch, until he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Fire raced through my veins. I drew in a ragged breath and dug my nails into his shoulders. “David. God, David. I need you inside me.” My moans turned frantic when he shifted further away, taking his cock and replacing it with his fingers.

He drove two fingers into me, pulsing them in rapid beats that drove my leg higher up his thighs. His thumb pressed into my clit with each stroke, sending quivers along my muscles and the tightening heat in my stomach into a frenzy.

“I’m going to come.” I tried to stop the wave of frantic pleasure spilling through my body, but it was too late. I tightened around his fingers, gasping and twisting as I tumbled over the peak.

I was still buzzing from the orgasm when David removed his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. “Now you’re ready for me.” His tight grin turned to one of concentration. It would sound cocky coming from most men, but I’d held him in my hands. I knew how his girth would stretch me. I ached to feel him, to take all of him until I finally couldn’t take more. He inched the head of his cock inside and stilled. “Fuck me, Princess. You’re still tight.”

“I’m okay.” I shimmied my hips, taking in a little more until I whimpered at the sensation. “I need it. All of it.” I had to have him. Nothing else would satisfy me. I knew it with the bone-deep ache of necessity. I’d come once, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to cradle that magnificent cock in my pussy and feel him erupt.

He pumped his hips, withdrawing to the tip and sliding deeper with each thrust. Fine lines creased his forehead as he worked his way into me, being slow and careful.

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