Page 111 of Bonds of Magic
“So don’t.” He smiled up at me, lips pressed together like he was holding back a bigger grin. “Because I don’t want you to.”
He reached out and grabbed my joggers, pulling me closer, and I couldn’t fight it any longer. I crawled on top of him, pushing him up the bed and covering his body with mine. He was so much smaller than I was, but his body was perfect, and I wanted to worship every inch of it.
I kissed him deeply, caressing his tongue with my own. Then I worked my way down his jaw, neck and collarbone. I slid a hand under his shirt and he gasped.
I pulled back from where I’d been sucking at his skin and looked at him. “Everything okay?”
“Y-yeah. It just—it feels so good when you touch me.”
“You know you can tell me to stop whenever you want me to, right?”
“Yeah.” He laughed breathily. “But I don’t want you to stop. I don’t even want you to listen to me if I tell you to.”
I frowned. “Cory—”
“I’m kidding,” he said quickly, and his cheeks, already pink, turned a deeper shade of magenta. “But I want you to do whatever you want, because Iwantwhat you want. You know so much more than I do, and I just…” he looked down at his hands, and I watched his long lashes flutter. “I just want you.”
I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I want you too.”
I moved my mouth to his ear, sucking the lobe in gently, enjoying the gasp he gave in response. I could listen to him gasp forever.
It didn’t take long to get his shirt off, which let me cover every inch of his skin with my mouth. Cory was so responsive, moaning and whimpering under my touch. I slid a hand down and palmed his cock through his jeans.
“Can I take these off?”
He nodded frantically, and thank God, because I wanted to take in every inch of him. I stripped off his jeans and boxers. His cock was hard and begging for attention. I kissed my way down his stomach.
This still felt so forbidden, sucking off my own student. It shouldn’t be allowed, and probably wasn’t, but I didn’t care. Iwanted to make him feel good. Wanted to show him how good being with a man could be.
But Cory stopped me when I kissed his hipbone, his fingers gripping my shoulder tightly.
I looked up, searching his face. He looked hesitant.
“Want me to stop?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I already told you, I don’t want that. I was just going to say—” he broke off and swallowed. “I was going to say, if you wanted to, um, have sex. We could do that too.”
My eyes went wide. That was the opposite of what I’d expected. But leaving aside semantic arguments about whether blowjobs counted as sex, I still didn’t think that was a good idea.
“I don’t think so.” I tried to make my voice as gentle as possible. “Not tonight.”
“You keep saying not tonight, not tonight. But you also say you want me. So when is it going to beyes tonight?”
I smiled. “I don’t know. But not tonight.”
Cory made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. “But that’s what I’m saying, we can—”
“Cory, Cory,” I broke in. “Listen. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy it. But I think we should wait a little longer before we take that plunge.” I smiled apologetically. “I already ruined your first kiss. I don’t want you to regret your first time too.”
“You didn’t ruin it.” He glared at me. “And it wouldn’t be my—”
“Please, Cory.”
“I don’t regret that—”
“Please.”
“I’m just saying—”
