Page 65 of Taming His Teacher

Shep

My brain has gone blank, white-washed with pleasure. I knew I’d been missing something, but I never expected the heat of her surrounding me, the thrust of her hips because she wanted more of me inside of her. It’ll get better, too, when we can ditch the condoms, but for now I’m grateful for the thin layer. It will let me practice and not embarrass myself quite so much next time. The creep of shame hauls me back over the edge. Fuck.

Erin’s struggling underneath me. I must be crushing her. I rip my hand away from her mouth. How could I have been so thoughtless? She must think I’m an animal. And I… Ow, my forehead hurts. I have this vague recollection that I clocked her.Real suave, Shepherd.For fuck’s sake. Poor Erin.

I pull back to see her face and she’s pink-cheeked and laughing. Beautiful. I put some of my weight into my arms, not wanting to pull out quite yet, enjoying being buried in her warmth. I brush some hair out of her face and I can’t help but kiss her. When I do, there’s the faint tang of blood.Blood?Did I do that? I don’t think I bit her, but Christ—

“Are you okay?”

She nods and smiles. “I just, I bit my tongue when you—”

“When I head-butted you?”

Her smile dissolves into giggles and her pussy tightens around my dick. Okay, I need to get out of her before I shag her raw.

I pull out, making sure the condom stays on as I do until I can get rid of it. Cleaned up, I want to set on her all over again, laying there mussed. God, she’s pretty. Despite the epic failure of my first time—whohead-buttsthe girl they’re having sex with? That’s so much worse than a rookie mistake—she seems pleased. I lie down next to her, pull her in close and draw a blanket from the foot of the bed over us. The heat of the moment is draining out of our bodies and I don’t want her to be cold.

“I am so sorry, Erin.”

“For what?”

“That couldn’t have been awesome for you and then I— Oh, god…”

Head-butt. If we were in college and Erin was the type to kiss and tell, that would be my nickname. Forever. The great virgin head-butter. This is going to give me nightmares.

“You’re too hard on yourself, Shep. I don’t know many guys who can say they made their partner come the first time they had sex, so kudos to you. I’ll think of you fondly every time I see the egg on my forehead. I hope it goes down by the time the boys get back though. I don’t want to explain how I got it, especially if you’ve got a mirror image one.”

“You little brat.” I seize the opportunity to tickle her, making her laugh until tears are squeezing out of the corners of her eyes and she’s begging me to stop, breathless. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to do as she’s asked, but she’s probably close to crashing. It’s been a stressful day for her. Tiredness is overtaking me as well, so I rearrange the blanket over us, wrap my limbs around her until she’s snug against me and tell her to go to sleep.

Her whispered “Yes, Zach,” gives my dick ideas all over again, but my brain has better sense and holds off long enough for us to fall asleep.

When I wake, the sun is setting. Erin is still slumbering in my arms, her thumb tucked in her mouth and it pulls at something in me. She needs safety, security, so badly and I want so much to be the man to give that to her. I hope the form I can offer it in is what she wants, what she needs. She thinks she wants this and so far everything’s been great, but what if she can’t, if what I want is too much for her?

My thoughts are bleak and a chill runs through me despite having this lovely girl putting off a sweet-smelling heat in my arms. I can’t think about that. I should focus on everything that’s gone right. And what I’d like to do to her next. My dick perks at the thought. Oh yes, what am I going to do to her next? She is due for punishment, after all.

Touching without permission, one of the rules I love when she breaks. But no matter if I don’t mind. She’s broken the rules and she’ll pay the price. Perhaps a basic, solid hand spanking. I’d love to get my palm good and ringing from making that round little ass the same shade as her cheeks when she’s embarrassed. Spanking’s not too scary. She might even laugh when I suggest it, but she won’t be laughing when I’m finished. Hand spanking it is.

It’s getting late and she needs to eat before I put her through her paces again, so though I’d like to keep her tucked against me for the foreseeable future, I rub her forehead with my nose. “Wake up, lamb.”

Her thumb is dragged out of her mouth, making a soft popping sound on exit, even before her eyes open. When they do, they’re soft and unfocused with leftover sleep. Seeing me, her perfect bow mouth curls up into a smile. I want to wake up to that adoring gaze every day for the rest of my life. Hope swells in me that I’m not wrong about her, that those tics and habits I’ve picked up on are but the surface of a genuinely submissive personality.

She snuggles against me, finding any space between us and closing the gaps, leaving no room for the proverbial Holy Ghost. Good thing neither of us are Catholic.

“It’s time to get up. It’s time for dinner and we need to take care of your accounting before bed. House rules.”

Her mouth opens, maybe to protest, but she thinks better of it and snaps it shut. “Yes, Zach.”

“That’s a good girl,” I say, pleased, and she glows.

Chapter 19

Erin

It’s spring break and the last several weeks have been bliss. Shep traded his night off with Dan so we have two weeknights together instead of one. Even though we have to say good-bye at the end of the night, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me to be able to spend so much time with him. I’m going to miss him next week when he heads down to Florida with the lacrosse team. This week, I’m a mix of thrilled and terrified.

Caleb is coming.

I’m excited to meet Shep’s brother. I’ve seen pictures and Shep’s told me all about him, but I can’t wait to see him in person. Mini-Shep! Though I know he’s nothing like Shep, I’ll go digging for ways in which they’re the same because they must be there. I was worried Caleb might not like me, competition for his big brother’s affections, but Shep had eased my fears one night while we were watching a movie on my couch.

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