Page 16 of A Bed of Broken Promises

She said the first thing that came to her mind. “You’re very… buff…for a school teacher.”

He laughed. “Thank you. Is there some rule that makes the two mutually exclusive?”

“Of course not. It’s just unusual. I bet all the school girls have crushes on you.”

He took her cue to lighten the conversational mood. “I hope not. Teachers get fired for that.” He hated himself for perpetuating this lie. The only way he could think to put an end to it was, conveniently, the only thing he wanted to do. He lifted her up and pulled her against his chest.

“I can walk, you know!” She said with a laugh. But she didn’t want to walk. Being carried by this man was just so heart-achingly pleasurable. He shouldered open the door to her bedroom and dropped her heavily onto the middle of her bed. “I didn’t get time to make the bed…”

“Would have been a waste of time, anyway.” He muttered, pulling his shirt off and stepping out of his loafers. He brought his lips down to hers, hungrily, desperately, surprising himself with the force of his need. The pressure of his kiss forced her into a lying position and he lowered his body on top of hers, loving the way she felt beneath him. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, holding him close. “Too many clothes.”

He slid his fingers beneath her sweater and pulled it up over her head, throwing it clear across the room. “You’re not wearing a bra.” He said, marveling at her breasts, perfect, round and pale, like the rest of her. He groaned at the sight of them. “Thank God.”

He took one nipple into his mouth and could almost have come when she jerked hotly against him as soon as his rolled his tongue over its sensitized tip. “Baby, you are so hot,” he whispered, rubbing his palms up her body and cupping her other breast in one hand, feeling the weight of it, teasing her tip with his thumb.

“Too many clothes,” she repeated his words as she unbuckled his belt and whipped it out of his pants. Her hands were nowhere near steady and she fumbled trying to get his jeans loose. “Arghhh.” She expelled in frustration.

His soft chuckle was an aphrodisiac. She watched as he straightened. The only consolation for the immediate hit of desperation that assailed her at his removal was the knowledge that soon, so soon, he would be back inside her. Moving her, and rocking her world.

She pulled her own pants down quickly, flicking them off with her foot once they pooled at her ankles. Naked. Again.

“You,” he said slowly, as he came to lean over her, “are truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She ran her fingertips over his chest, stilling as she had the previous night at the gauze strip covering one of his pecs. He froze as her fingers gently stroked the bandage. “Truth or dare.” She said, wrapping her now naked legs around his waist and drawing him closer to her core. His eyes flared as his tip nudged her entrance.

“Go on.” He smiled, wolfishly. “But make it quick.”

“How many women have you…seen?”

“Are you asking how many women I’ve slept with?”

She bit down on her lip. “I’m sure you know I’ve only been with two men. You and Roberto.”

He frowned. He hadn’t known. He pushed the revelation aside. He was no monk. He dipped his tip inside her, watching as pleasure flooded her face. “I’ve never been with anyone who made me feel the way you do.” It was the absolute truth. He drove into her and felt the warm, wet muscles enclose him.

It was as though she had the ability to erase the dark, dark pain from his mind. He moved inside her, thinking of nothing but how exquisi

te this pleasure was. All of his achievements paled compared to this one, earth-shattering feeling.

Katie cried out loudly as she lost all sense of time and space, and tipped into an abyss of heavenly sensation. “David!” She cried loudly, jolting him out of his own pleasure. How he hated hearing another man’s name on her lips. It couldn’t be helped, but he didn’t want her to say anything but Marcus Harris. He wanted to imprint on her in a way she would never forget. As himself, not some convenient invention.

He watched as her breathing returned to normal, and then, so close to the edge himself, he whispered against her ear, “Would you turn over? I want to show you something.”

She looked at him with total trust, and complete excitement, and rolled onto her stomach.

“On your hands and knees, please,” he urged, arranging her so that she was on the edge of the bed. He stood behind, and with his hands firmly on her breasts, he entered her again.

“Ohhhhhh!” She cried out, arching instinctively as he drove so much deeper inside of her. His hands on her breasts stroked and manipulated until she was almost whimpering with pleasure. Then, when she thought she was about to die, he moved his hand to massage her most sensitive entrance, while he moved inside of her.

“I thought it couldn’t get any better but I was wrong!” She screamed, pressing her head into her pillow as sensation after sensation overtook her. As he felt his orgasm reaching tipping point, he gripped her hips and held her still, so that he could empty everything he had into her.

He hadn’t had sex like that since – well, ever. He felt animalistic. He pulled out of her reluctantly and removed his condom, wrapping it in a tissue and tossing it into the waste paper basket, before coming to cuddle his beautiful temptress against his chest.

“David,” she whispered, her eyes wide, her face flushed, her lower lip swollen from where she’d bitten it. He traced a line from her forehead to her chin, and then down her to her full breasts. “I feel… so… good.”

“You do feel so good.” He grinned, kissing her on the lips.

She fluttered her eyes and bit down on her lip again, a habit of hers he was beginning to find impossibly sexy.

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