Page 58 of Hot Four Teacher
My hand that was originally resting on his chest begins working its way South. I trace little circles with my nails along his stomach and move at a slow pace even lower.
“Michelle?” he says in a questioning tone.
“Hmm?” I try to act innocent.
“You know, I’m trying to behave, but you’re making it hard.”
I let out a coy giggle. “That’s the point.”
My head bobs from the laughter in his chest. When it fades, he says, “Michelle, look at me.”
I turn my head so that my eyes can meet his.
He pushes a strand of hair from my eyes and tucks it behind my ear.
“I’m not going to lie to you,” he says, “I’ve beenhardever since I kissed you in the bathroom. Hell, I’ve been hard since last night. But I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
A quick question of whether we should be doing this flashes through my mind, but the moment I see how Dane is looking at me makes that question leave as quickly as it arrived.He looks at me like he actually gives a shit about me. Maybe it’s my imagination…but maybe it’s something more.
I hope it’s something more.
I try to figure out the right words to show him that I do want this. What can I say to get him to believe me?
Instead of trying to tell him, I decide to show him.
Awkwardly, I stand up from the chair, trying not to flash my goods all over the place. With one foot, I push down the footstool of the recliner.
Dane doesn’t ask any questions, but instead just watches to see what I’m going to do next. Honestly, I’m a little excited to see what I’m going to do too.
As carefully as I can, I hook one knee over his legs so that I can straddle his lap. Before I do, I catch a glimpse of his length which is pushing against the soft material of his sweatpants.
It’s been years since I’ve seen a penis up close and personal, but from what I can tell, Dane’s looks like a nice one.
Settling into place, I look into his eyes while snaking my arms around his neck.
“I want this,” I whisper. “Please.”
That’s all it takes for him to succumb to the same urges as me. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close so that our bodies are tightly pressed together while our mouths find each other.
This kiss is much more frenzied than our one last night. It’s like this time, we bothknowwhat is coming next, and we both need it more than our next breath.
We kiss as though our lives depend on it.
As our tongues dance, Dane’s hands reach under the hem of the t-shirt I’m wearing. His fingers touching my skin leaves a trail of heat everywhere they go. Every touch, however small, awakens every nerve and has me craving more.
Goosebumps erupt on my skin when his hands move from my back to my front. Usually, the second a man touches my stomach, I clam up and become self-conscious, but right now, I couldn’t care less. I don’t care if he sees…and touches…every single flabby inch.
Before he moves any further up my body, he reaches back around to grab handfuls of my ass. Squeezing each cheek between his fingers, he pulls me down so that I’m grinding against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my pussy, and I’m quite sure that my wetness is going to be all over the front of his pants.
Against my lips, Dane growls, “I fucking love this ass. I’ve been thinking about grabbing it ever since I saw it.”
Why is that so hot?
All I can get out in return is a breathy moan, but I think it conveys how I’m feeling pretty well.
I move my hips in a slow circle, trying to get as much contact with him as possible. Whatever I’m doing seems to be working because Dane grips the hem of the shirt and yanks it off over my head.
And now, here I am. Completely naked in front of him. I don’t have time to think about how I look before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.My clit pulses with need as his tongue flicks against my tender flesh. Trying to get the contact I crave, I grind even harder. If the friction isn’t enough to get me there, I’m tempted to reach between my legs and do it with my fingers.
