Page 317 of Lilah
"S-Sorry," I wince, "I didn't know the cracking would be...that loud."
This is almost comedic by now.
I knock my knuckles together anxiously. But hearing the sound that makes too, I stop. Why is she still just staring at me? Oh, I don't know, maybe because I keep making freaking noises.
Oh my Lord, what if I fart?
I just end up tapping the pads of my fingers together, noticing how it thankfully doesn't make any noise.
"Stop moving and fidgeting!" she exclaims, startling me again.
"Well, I can't really," I laugh nervously, "I have ADHD."
"Well get medicine," she tosses the pen back on the table in front of me just before she releases the class.
I try not to let her words affect me even though they do a little bit.
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"You look perfect," I lift her up and she wraps those legs of hers around my waist. I grip the back of her dress, making sure it doesn't ride up.
She plants three kisses on my cheek as I rub her back with my free hand.
She pulls away slightly and those green eyes stare back at me.
"What kind of ring do you want?" I ask with no hesitation. She slams her head down on my shoulder.
"You know what?" She raises her head back up, "How about I get you a ring?"
"That's not how it works," I shake my head.
"Why not? Beyonce once said 'if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it' and I like it," she wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I set her on the counter and place my hands on either side of her. She bites that lip. Fuck.
She clenches her legs together and I smirk. I love seeing what I do to her. I look over at the clock.
We've got ten minutes.
I trail my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs.
It's cute how the only time she's ever quiet is when she's aroused. I slide my hand under her thin fabric and she gasps, gripping onto my bicep.
For such a small thing, she's got a damn good grip. It's the pleasure.
I tease her for a moment, watching the way she quietly moans and the way she pushes herself closer to my touch.
She breathes deeply and reaches forward, grabbing my shirt and pulling my neck onto her mouth. I close my eyes at the feeling, letting her continue for the time being. I'm too caught up in the feeling of her lips on my neck to remember that this isn't about me feeling good, it's all about her.
Going against my conscience, I pull away from her lips. My fingers enter her and she lets out a moan that has my pants growing tighter. She bites her lip which only fuels my arousal.
With my free hand, I pull her bottom lip from her teeth, leaning down to bite it myself.
OnlyIcan bite that lip.
"You're mine," I bite her ear and she whimpers, pulling me impossibly closer to her.
