Page 62 of Taming His Teacher

I cup her face in my hand again. She likes that, it settles her, and she leans into me, closing her eyes. I run my fingers down her neck and over her chest, stopping to unclasp her bra to let her breasts spill out, as creamy and welcoming as the rest of her, her dark pink nipples already hard. I dip my head to take one in my mouth, licking around her areola before tonguing the hard tip, testing the texture and the taste of her. When I suck, she gasps. Her hands come to the back of my head, her short fingernails dig into my scalp.

My eyes fly to her face to make sure I haven’t hurt her, but no. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slack. I suck harder and she mewls, surprised but not protesting. I take more of her breast in my mouth, tonguing all the skin and scraping my teeth down to the tip of her nipple, where I bite and she squeals.

“Too hard?”

“Ye— No. But I don’t… Oh, don’t stop, please.”

I don’t want to laugh so I focus my attention on her other breast, repeating the same motions. Don’t want to play favorites, after all. But when she’s expecting me to bite, I take her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger knuckle and twist, eliciting another squeal before I bite down. That earns me a groan. Maybe I’ll get her so worked up it won’t matter when I only last for a couple of minutes from being in her pussy.

Oh Christ, cannot think of her pussy. My dick’s already straining at the fly of my pants. Too much more, and I won’t last long enough to get inside her at all. I start running lacrosse plays in my head to distract myself but it barely takes the edge off, especially with those breathy moans she’s making.

I spend a few more minutes on her breasts, teasing, studying, savoring. If anyone had told me that first day I’d be here doing this now? I would’ve come in my pants. As it is…

I kiss down the plane of her stomach, downy and soft, loving the small swell of her belly even when she’s lying down. I bet if asked, she’d be embarrassed by it, but to me it makes her precious, perfect. No one manufactured this body underneath me. Especially not the small star-shaped birthmark by her belly button. I lay a kiss on it before I urge her hips up and peel her panties over her ass, down her legs, discarding them on the floor.

Someday I’ll tie her up, have her facedown with her arms bound behind her back and a gag muffling her moans of pleasure. But for today, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the naked girl in front of me. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a woman who hasn’t groomed her pubic hair before, so I reach out to tug the curls between her legs. I’ll have her wax or shave to see if she likes how it feels, but I don’t care if she prefers it this way. My natural, genuine girl.

Even from here, there’s heat pouring out of her. When I ease my fingers inside, she’s going to be soaking wet.

“Let me in, Erin.”

She spreads her legs a few inches and I slap her thigh lightly. “More.”

She whimpers, probably embarrassed. I doubt Will said many nice things about her body. So I stroke the thigh I tapped, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I want her. When she’s squirming under my hands she lets her legs fall farther open, and I ease a finger between her folds. She’s so wet, and I use the moisture to slick over her clit.

It’s at once exactly how I thought it would be and not at all. I start out gentle, exploring, a light touch that makes her hips rock, and then pressing harder, grinding against the sensitive flesh—

“Too much! Oh, too much.”

Her hand’s clamped over mine and her eyes have flown open. Shit. I’ve fucked this up.

I ease up on my touch, returning to the gentler strokes that had her squirming earlier, and chide her. “Did I say you could touch?”

She yanks her hand away as if from a burner she didn’t realize was on, and softens back into submission. “No, Zach.”

“I gave you a warning, and you disobeyed. You’ve earned yourself your first punishment.”

“Now?”

I choke on the laugh fighting its way out of my throat at the desperation making her voice high-pitched and reedy. “No. I’m not finished playing with you. We’ll take care of your accounting later.”

The idea of tallying up Erin’s daily faults and flaws and meting out punishment makes me harder than I could have thought possible. If I don’t get some relief, I wouldn’t be surprised if my pants pulled an Incredible Hulk around this incredible hard-on, made worse by her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip and her nipples gathering without me touching them. She’s as turned on as I am by the idea.

She’s settled into my touch and I take the opportunity to pinch her clit, dragging another squeal from her, but the pitch and urgency are different. Maybe she likes it. I tug, and instead of a wordless squeal, I get an “Oh, god, Shep.” Her hands ball into fists by her sides to keep from touching me.

“Good girl.” I pinch harder for a split second before I let her go, stroking again. Her chest is heaving. File that away under things that make Erin crazy. I let her come back down before I try something else, flicking at her with a fingernail. She yelps. Ah, something to be endured, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. Not at first. I try it again and she controls her response better but her breath is hard and fast. Again, again, I flick at the slick nub and after a dozen times, she whimpers. “Please, Zach. No more, please.”

“Are you going to come?”

“I, I don’t know. I— Oh, please!”

“Please what?” Making her come like this wasn’t in my plans, but if I can, so much the better. I flick harder to emphasize my demand. “Please what?”

“I, I…”

I flick at her harder and she yelps again. My dick pulses, harder when she moves to close her legs.

I close my hand with a vise grip on her thigh, pushing it farther out than it was before, and the blood in my cock surges. I love it when she obeys, but goddamn is it fun when she can’t. “Don’t you dare. I say when we’re finished, and you’re not done yet. You’re going to come for me like this.”

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