Page 29 of Gifted

Chapter Sixteen

~ Poppy ~

I didn’t know what came over me with Noah. I wasn’t sure where the words came from that slipped through my lips, nor did I know where I found the courage to play with him. All I knew was that, sometime between him coming up to me when I missed the train two nights ago and now, all the façade of teacher and student had fallen away.

Maybe, it was even before that, when he’d chosen to come running for me rather than sending someone else. Or maybe, it was even earlier, when I’d watched him during the trip. When he’d been my partner because we had an uneven number of students to buddy up. There hadn’t even been a pause before he’d volunteered. That could have been uncomfortable. It never was. He made me feel safe. More than that, he treated me as an equal, not like an annoying student to watch over. Not an off-limits temptation leading him astray.

Which made this Daddy and little lamb dynamic…strange. Even if it was completely right. And despite how it could be, with superior and subordinate vibes, he still managed to make me feel equal and important.

“Let’s take off this top and get you more comfortable,” he said, reaching up and unclasping it. One hand tossed it aside before skimming along my thigh. “These are staying.”

“You like them?” I asked, raising one pink-clad leg and fingering the top satin bow on it.

“Very much. And I can’t wait to feel your legs wrapped around me while you wear them.”

“I can’t wait for that, either,” I told him honestly. My normal shy nature mostly slid away with him. I wouldn’t call myself brazen, but I didn’t want to hide anything from him. And if I had to wait much longer before feeling him inside me, I might die.

My back arched as he cupped my breast. Sizzles of pleasure forked through me in time with his thumb rasping over the nipple then circling the areola. My body went tight and hot, the tension in my middle winding tight, the pressure unrelenting. As he pulled at the tip he tormented, a corresponding tug of invisible fingers seemed to take my clit.

I gasped, my eyes dropping closed, and my head lolled back.

“Don’t close me out,” he murmured.

“Not,” I managed, breathing hard through the sensations overtaking me. “Just…feeling…everything.”

His hand squeezed the mound he held. “I can’t wait to see these fill up when you’re carrying my baby.”

My gaze jerked back to him. “You… You want that?”

“Oh, yeah. If I have my way, you will have my baby planted inside you before we even leave Scotland.”

We stared at each other, his thumb continuing lazy circles on my nipple in a way that had my thighs tightening on his waist. I knew he waited for my answer.

My chin dipped in a nod. “I want that.”

“Good. I don’t have condoms with me, and I don’t think there’s a store open on Christmas morning.”

I giggled, thinking of him trying to find a drugstore in this little town. Immediately, I grew serious again. The thought of him leaving me right now splashed ice water over me, chasing away the bit of laughter and making me cold at the thought.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I angled my mouth over his. “I don’t want you going anywhere.”

“Good.” His fingers pinched, and I cried out into his mouth. Somehow, though, my core flooded with wet heat.

Noah leaned me back on the bed then stood. My stare followed his hands as he pushed down his boxer-briefs. The wide base of his thick cock appeared first, then slowly the generous length of his cock. I’d seen him before, but it still left me breathless. This time, he’d be in me—in more than my mouth. That massive stalk would claim me while I marked him with my own arousal.

My thighs rubbed together, the nylon making a soft hissing sound at the friction of one along the another.

Climbing over me, he wrenched my thighs apart, in a move that had me shuddering in pleasure, and climbed between. I smiled up at him when he leaned over me, both of us naked—well, mostly since I still wore the thigh-highs. And who would have guessed they’d practically be a sex toy, turning us both on?

His hand reached between us, petting my bare pussy again. I was so wet for him, but I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed about that at all. He did it to me.

“You got me all wet, Daddy,” I murmured, loving the tension that vibrated over him whenever I called him that—good tension. I had no doubt about that.

“I’m going to make you even wetter,” he promised. “And very messy.”

“Please.”

He grinned at my response. The pad of his finger rasped over the bud of nerves he tormented, drawing little involuntary cries from me. “You’re going to come for me before I sink deep into you and break you open.”

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