Page 94 of Love, Academically
Having Lila’s legs wrapped around his head as she came on his fingers was the best, sweetest torture. Whilst he was desperate to get inside her, he was more eager to give her control, do exactly what she wanted. What sheneeded, because he had a feeling that she’d never told anyone what she wanted. Perhaps she didn’t know. Perhaps no one had asked before.
He wasn’t going to take her on the uncomfortable, impractical stairs, not when she was sated and relaxed.
“Come on,” he said, sliding his arms under her and lifting her to standing. “Upstairs.”
She returned his wicked grin and scuttled up the stairs in front of him, her dress riding up enough to give him teasing glimpses of where he had spent the last moments; with his face buried in her pussy. They were still hurrying in through the bedroom door as he unzipped her dress and pushed it to the floor. He couldn’t wait any more and grabbed her ass to him, running his hands across her stomach and up to her hard nipples, barely covered by her lacy bra. Lila’s head rested back against his shoulder and he bit down on the soft part where her neck met her shoulder.
Rolling her nipples through her lacy bra, she pushed her ass back into his groin and fuck, he was like steel. It was one thinghaving a perfunctory and thoroughly unsatisfactory wank in the shower thinking of Lila, but a completely different thing having her in his arms, soft and sated, wanting him.
“Rhys.” She turned in his arms, sliding her hands up his chest. “You are wearing far too many clothes.”
Her fingers worked shakily at his buttons and he let her, running his hands over her back restlessly. Once she had gotten rid of his shirt, she reached for the button of his jeans, glancing up through her eyelashes at him to check. Nodding, he squeezed her ass impatiently. Her hand slipped in through his open jeans and it was heaven when she gripped him through his pants. A moan escaped his lips, but this time, he didn’t grab her hand to stop her.
“Lila,” he growled. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come in your hand.”
Her lips pulled into a slow smile as she removed her hand and turned to the bedside table, wiggling her ass as she pulled out a condom and gave it to him. She climbed on the bed and lay down for him, spreading her legs.
Wild blonde hair splayed across the pillow, nipples hard and wetness glistening on her core. His dick twitched proudly at the proof that she wanted him again.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
Climbing to kneel between her legs, he said, “Like this? You want it like this?”
Hooded eyes blinked slowly and her chin moved in a jerky nod.
“Show me,” he said, gripping the base of his swollen dick.
Leaning forward, she took his cock out of his hand and rubbed it through her wet pussy, coating him with her juices.
Fuck.
Notching him at her entrance, she lay back, pulling him down with her. Smoothing her hair back from her face, he dropped kisses over her cheekbones and slid his tongue over her lips. Shemoaned and lifted one leg around his waist, squirming for him to enter her. He grinned against her mouth at her eagerness.
Canting his hips slowly, he sank into her. A breathless moan came from her, and fuck, it was good. She tightened her leg around him and buried her face into his neck, her breath hot against his skin.
He held himself back. She wasn’t some quick fuck. He wouldn’t just get dressed and go. No, he wanted to savour every inch, every second of their first time together. Pulling back nearly fully out of her, he slid back in as slowly as he could, grinding his hips against her where they joined, pressing on her clit as he pushed himself deep.
“Rhys,” she gasped into his neck. “More.”
That’s all she needed to say. His self-restraint snapped and his hips drove harder and faster into her. Fingers dragged down his back and held on to his ass, as he pulled her leg higher, giving himself better access.
“Fuck, Lila,” he said, because he couldn’t hold back anymore, there was no stopping this. “I’m going to come.”
Her pussy tensed around him and that tipped him over the edge. With an urgent few pumps, he cried out as he came, Lila’s teeth dragging against his neck.
Fuck.
“Lila, I’m sorry, I—” he swallowed, trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, you’re just too… I was just too…”
She silenced him with a kiss.
“Rhys, that was amazing,” she said, hands resting behind his head. “You don’t need to worry.”
He dropped his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and dragging in deep, warm breaths.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Rhys slid out of her. “Let me deal with this,” he said, motioning to the full condom. Lila lay back with a smile on her face, eyes dropping closed.
He hurried in the bathroom, but stopped to wet a flannel to take to Lila, and grabbed a glass from the windowsill to fill with water. To take care of her.
