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“Okay,” she whispers, standing up. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” I say, grinning as I kiss her across the desk.

“Yes,” she replies when we break apart.

“Is there somewhere a little more private than here?” I ask, tilting my head. “Or should I take you to my room?”

“There’s a security room,” she tells me, grabbing a keyring from her desk and gesturing for me to follow her.

I stand behind her, waiting as patiently as I can as she unlocks the door. Then, as soon as she pushes it in, I grab her wrist and drag her through the door. I push her against the door, drawing a gasp from her. Then, I press our mouths together, finally kissing her.

Chapter Four

Fiona

As I guided Noah to the security room, I started to worry. Maybe I made the wrong choice. Normally I’m so confident in everything that I do, so the fact that I don’t know the first thing about what’s going to happen makes my head swim.

That changes when Noah’s mouth is against mine.

He’s careful but insistent, kissing me firmly and holding my cheek in the palm of his hand. He strokes my skin gently with his thumb. I do my best to return his fervor. I’m sure he can tell that I’m inexperienced, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. In fact, from what I can tell, he’s enjoying it. I don’t think I’d ask for a different teacher.

After a few seconds, his tongue runs along the seam of my lips. In response, I open my mouth to let him in. I gasp as he runs it over my teeth. He chuckles against my mouth when I press mine against his.

It’s hot and wet, sending shivers through my whole body. I’ve never felt anything so good before in my life. It’s like every part of me reacts to the contact, and I find myself wanting more and more.

I grab onto his elbows and yank him closer to me. He growls at the action, pressing himself against my body. Something hot flares up at the feeling of being boxed in by him. It’s exhilarating.

Normally I’m so in control of myself. I always find a way to flip situations in my favor. This is different, and I find myself liking it more than I ever imagined I could. Giving away control like this is intoxicating, and we haven’t even done anything more than kissing.

Noah’s hands start to roam over my body. He goes slow at first, his fingertips carefully sliding over my hips. He touches me like I’m some kind of prized possession. It makes me feel like I belong in a museum, like I’m a precious piece of art.

I revel in the attention, kissing him back as best I can, letting my hands drift up and down his arms. When I hum into his mouth, happy and satisfied, he grabs onto the waistband of my pants. Then, in a quick motion, he unbuttons them and pulls them down, leaving me standing in my panties.

“Let’s get you up on that desk,” he says against my mouth, his large hands grabbing onto my ass as he picks me up and spins me around.

The back of my thighs hit the edge of the security desk, and I gasp at the sensation, at the bite of the wood against my sensitive skin. Noah pulls away from my mouth to glance over me. When he’s sure that he hasn’t hurt me, he leans in to kiss me again while he slides my panties away from my legs, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he promises before kissing the side of my cheek.

His mouth trails down, and he presses his lips against jaw. Then he drifts lower, giving my neck delicious attention. I feela rush of wetness between my legs. If his mouth against this seemingly innocent place has this effect on me, I wonder what effect it’ll have if it’s placed somewhere else.

Apparently, I’m going to find out. He gets down on his knees, caressing my outer thighs as he looks up at me with blown pupils, his eyes so dark that I can’t see the brown of his iris. He looks hungry, like an insatiable beast. I realize almost belatedly as he moves in that I’m absolutely starving for whatever he’s about to give me.

He kisses his way up the inside of my thighs. His mouth is soft, exploratory. Then, about halfway up, he nips my sensitive flesh and I cry out – not from pain, from pleasure. It draws a chuckle from within him, and after a few more kisses, he does it again.

“You’re so responsive,” he marvels, his eyes flashing from my face to my center. “I wonder how you taste.”

Before I have the chance to say anything, he surges forward, swiping the tip of his tongue through my folds. It’s electric, like a shock has been sent through my entire being. My hands shoot out, catching his shoulders as a means to steady myself. He growls before going in again.

This time, his tongue is firmer. The tip plunges inside my pussy, just enough to tease. Then, it swirls around the bundle of nerves just above it, causing me to scream. I’m barely able to catch my breath before he does it again.

My nails dig into his shirt, the intense feelings of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me and turn my world inside out. Before now, I’ve never had more than a passing curiosity about sex. I’ve only ever thought that it would be nice to be the center of someone’s world, to have their undivided attention.

Now, I want this all the time. I need his mouth on my most private parts at every spare opportunity we get. I can’t stand the thought of him leaving, I want him to stay with me forever. That desperate thought tugs at my consciousness, and my grip tightens. I pull him even closer, bucking my hips against his face in an attempt to wordlessly tell him the things I’m afraid to say.

Whether or not he understands what I’m trying to convey, his ministrations get even more enthusiastic. He hums against my sex, sending intense waves of ecstasy spread through me. I do everything I can to keep my eyes open and on his face, but all of my senses are so overloaded.

An odd feeling starts to coil in my abdomen. It’s not all-consuming, not yet anyway. I’m sure it won’t take much longer. Noah’s so attentive, seems so focused on making me lose every shred of composure I have. I’m more than happy to let him.

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