I grasped her chin and held her still. “Enough. I can’t take much more,” I groaned, extracting myself from between the pair of lips I loved, knowing I would soon be cradled by the pair that would take me to heaven.
Her hands came up to run across my abs and chest, tangling in the hair there while I teased her tiny buds with my thumbs, flicking across them until they were tight and pert. “Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Halla?” Her voice was nothing but dirty, and I growled low in my throat.
“I’m going to have to. You’ve been a naughty girl, Mrs. Halla. Detention is going to be required,” I hissed, sliding down her body carefully until I sat on the bed between her knees again. “Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself,” I said, my voice playful. “Now, I’m going to have to clean it up.” My thumb found its way inside her and pressed down gently, holding her open for my tongue to sweep in and taste her sweetness. My tongue thrust in and out rhythmically to the sound of her moans, backing off when her thighs started to shake and going back in when they stopped.
“I fucking love detention,” she cried, her hips pressing her center into my face, burying my nose inside her again, where I sucked wickedly. She grasped my head and clamped her thighs to my ears, forcing me to back off instantly. She noticed, sighing with frustration when I sat up and held her hips. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked, patiently waiting for her answer, but there was no hesitation in her nod.
“I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you, Bishop,” she said, her voice softening with desire.
“That’s because no man has ever accepted you for who you are, all of you,” I said. Her nod was automatic like she didn’t even have to think about if that statement was true. “I accept all of you, sweetart,” I promised. “You were created and shaped just for me. You are mine now. I don’t care what you say or how many times you try to push me away, that will always remain the truth. Do you understand?” Her eyes widened, but she said nothing. I fell across her and grasped her chin, kissing her hard and heavy, letting her taste herself on my tongue until we couldn’t breathe through the fog of desire in our chests. “Do you understand?” I asked again, panting hard with my dick dangerously close to her opening. All she had to do was lift her hips, and she’d join us, so I moved back and waited for her to answer me. I stroked her sweet nub while I did it, just to sweeten the pot for her.
“I under—understand,” she moaned.
“There will be a question on the test about that,” I reminded her, sliding my thumb inside her. “Remember the answer.”
“Yes, Mr. Halla,” she said obediently.
I pulled the drawer open next to my bed for a condom, only to be greeted with emptiness. “Fuck,” I groaned, my dick bobbing against her leg. “And not the good kind.”
“What?” she asked, sitting up to check the drawer.
“I hadn’t bought condoms in so long that I had to throw the old ones away. I never bought more. I guess we’ll have to save that part of the test for another night.”
“Like hell,” she moaned, tossing her head side-to-side. “I’ve been on the pill for a decade. You don’t have to worry about condoms anymore. Fuck me, Halla, now,” she ordered, lifting her hips again, begging me to love her.
I stroked her engorged lips while I thought about it. I could trust her. I knew that. Part of me wanted to plunge inside her, but part of me was too scared of making another mistake in my life. “I’ve never had sex without a condom, Amber.”
“Athena,” she whispered, but I shook my head.
“I wore a condom that night. Do you see my point?”
She grasped my hand and pulled me down to her lips, and her hand came up to stroke my cheek while she kissed me. “I can promise you that we are safe. The only way to fuck this up is not to fuck me.”
I growled, attacking her lips again until they were red and swollen. I rested next to her and grasped her hips. “Let me do the work. I’m going to rest your left leg over my hip.”
Her head nodded, and I positioned her in such a way I knew she’d be comfortable when I entered her. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. I don’t know how long this will last,” I whispered, stroking her breast in the low light of the moon. I grasped my dick and rubbed it across her wetness, wetting myself with her, so she would be comfortable. “It’s now or nothing, tart. Do you still want me to fuck you?”
She growled and lowered her hips until she’d swallowed me whole and in one smooth motion. “Fuck, tart,” I moaned, thrusting up to bury myself as deeply as I could. “Oh, my God. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Me either,” she cried, squeezing me with her legs when I tried to pull out. “Don’t,” she begged. “I need to come.”
I grasped her hips and held them still. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to come,” she cried,
