Page 92 of Love, Academically
“Yes,” he said, hands sliding onto her hips. “Is this okay?”
His jaw tightened, holding back and waiting for permission and she loved it.Shehad the power here, and she knew that he would do whatever she wanted, whether that ended up with sex or not.
“God yes,” she said and crushed her lips to his again, not giving him time to reply.
Rhys’s hand moved, exploring the fullness of her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed her hard nipple over the thin fabric of her dress. The friction through her scanty lace bra was both delicious and not enough against her. His thigh pushed between hers and she manoeuvred her dress out of the way so she could grind her core against his leg. Fuck, she was dry humping him like a horny teenager. He pinched her nipple in response and grinned against her mouth.
One hand hitched her dress up and slid to squeeze her ass and she bucked against him.
Yes, please.
“You’re very needy,” he mumbled.
“Yes.” She pressed down harder against his leg and shuddered as she got the angle just right. “I am.”
Lila let out a noise of dissatisfaction as he extricated his leg from between hers. He stroked her tongue with his as his fingers splayed across her thigh, running down the back of her leg and drawing it up around his waist.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” he said, burying his face in her neck, licking at her pulse point. His hips notched against her and she could feel just how much he wanted it.
Rhys slid his other hand up to her hip under the skirt of her dress, his mouth stilling. He looked almost feral as he drew back from her, eyes impossibly dark.
“Lila,” he said, his voice a growl. “You are incredibly naughty.”
Tilting her head, she blinked innocently. “What do you mean?”
A slow, wicked smile stretched across his face.
Her breath grew shallow with anticipation. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, she gripped his shirt tightly in her fists.
“Rhys,” she whispered, “please.”
He smirked and bent to her neck, dragging his teeth along her sensitised skin.
“You want me to touch you?” he whispered, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “That’s why you’ve not worn any underwear, because you want me to fuck you?”
Colour shot to her cheeks, because that’s exactly why she had foregone her knickers today. She wanted Rhys to fuck her, good and proper. She was going for what she wanted.
“You wear no underwear all night, but you blush so prettily,” his thumb pressed into the crease of her hip, making her gasp, “when I say I want to fuck you,” he finished in a whisper. “Tell me what you want. You’re in control.”
Her stomach clenched. Knowing it was her in control was one thing, but him saying it? Him asking what she wanted?Hot.
“Rhys, please,” she gasped, as his mouth was hot and wet just behind her ear. “Please, touch me.”
A noise came from the back of his throat and he gripped her jaw, tilting her head back. Like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his mouth fused against hers, his tongue sweeping hard through her mouth.
His fingers trailed across the softness of her thigh, not urgentlyenough for her liking and a pathetic, mewling noise came from her throat. His smile was wicked.
“Like this?”
Rhys moved the skirt of her dress so he could watch his fingers swipe through her wetness. “Fuck, Lila.”
He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked, his eyes closing.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, fingers trailing out of his mouth.
“Rhys,” she begged, incapable of any other words. She needed this.
His eyes snapped open and a feral grin spread across his face.
