Page 9 of Your Fault

“No need,” I murmured. I was scared that if he stayed there, we’d do everything but look over my notes for chapter eight from history class. Nick was hot, but I couldn’t risk an F.

He smirked in that seductive way of his and took a step back, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his shoes, and walking around the bed to sit down as he picked up my book.

I felt tingly as I imagined us in that same bed, doing all sorts of things that weren’t studying. Nick started turning the pages until he reached the section I had marked a few minutes before.

I forgot everything, my tests, college, all of it. I just wanted to sit on his lap and run the tip of my tongue across his jawline.

I edged over, and he looked up, shaking his head.

“Be still,” he joked. “We’re going to study, Freckles, and when you’ve got it all down pat, maybe I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Just one?”

He laughed and looked at my notes. “Let’s get started, and if we make it to the end, I promise I’ll make sure all that stress goes away.”

He said that as cool as a cucumber, but I was as anxious as I could be.

Two and a half hours later, I knew the material forward and backward. Nick was a good teacher… To my surprise, he was patient, and he told everything in story form. More than once, I found myself eagerly listening to him, actually attentive and interested in the Civil War. He told me things that hadn’t even come up in class or in my text.

When he closed the book, he asked me to recite it all back to him, and when I managed to, chapter and verse, he smiled with pride and with a spark of desire in his blue eyes. “I’d give you an A.”

I smiled from ear to ear and pounced on him. He squeezed me tight. We spun around in the bed, and he kissed me thirstily. I slid my tongue in his mouth, and he toyed with it, nibbled my lip, sucked it.

I moaned as his hand traveled down my hip, lifted my leg, and flung it around his waist. I felt a gentle pressure that sent me off to heaven…

“I wasn’t too happy when I read your message,” he said, rolling up my shirt and kissing my stomach.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “I’ll bet,” I said.

“But I had a good time studying with you, Freckles,” he said, aroused and amused. “It reminded me of all the things I still have to teach you.”

When he said that, he pulled down my pants, and there I was in my underwear with him on top of me, his mouth too close to a certain part of my body for me to keep my thoughts in order. I tried to wriggle away a little, but a hand on my abdomen held me still.

“I did promise you a kiss, didn’t I?”

I could have melted. I tensed when I realized what he was referring to.

“Nick…” I didn’t know if I was ready for it. We’d never done that before, and I suddenly wanted to get up and run away.

Nicholas climbed back up, propped his elbows on either side of my face, and looked at me calmly.

“Just relax,” he said, burying his nose next to my neck, smelling me and kissing me softly.

I closed my eyes and writhed beneath him.

“You’re so good…” he said, going down, his lips brushing against my stomach, making me quiver.

When he reached his destination, he stopped for a few moments. It was incredibly erotic, seeing him there between my legs, with an expression of pure desire on his face, desire for me and no one else.

He pulled down my panties delicately, and I was so embarrassed, I looked away, going along with it without knowing whether I would even like it, just trying not to think.

He began kissing my thighs, first one, then the other. He opened my legs gently. I was already in tremors. And I had no idea what was about to come.

“Oh God!” I said, squirming.

He grabbed me around the waist, and I felt his mouth moving in circles down there where I was most sensitive… I let myself vanish into that perfect moment. When it got too intense, I brought a hand down to beg him for a break.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” he said, stopping a moment before going back for more. He looked up to ask if I wanted him to continue.

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