He stretched out beside her, partially covering her body with his, but still mindful of her baby bump. Their encounters that first night had been hurried and desperate, each of them knowing it would be over all too soon. Now, he wanted to take his time with her, savor every second and every inch of her from the top of her curly head to the tips of her cute little toes.
To that end, Levon kissed her, gently at first, then gradually deepening his kisses until they were both breathless and gasping for more. Then he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers as he slowly worked the hem of her black dress up her legs with his hand, stopping frequently to stroke her soft skin and silky thighs. Her eyes slipped closed as he ghosted his palm over the front of her panties and her neck tipped back as she moaned and arched beneath his touch.
Levon chuckled, low and deep, nuzzling that sensitive spot just beneath her ear as he slid his hand higher, over her quivering abdomen, taking her dress up and up and up until her bra was exposed. Then he leaned in to kiss her breasts, inhaling her sweet scent as he licked and nipped the skin atop the white cups, one hand settling over one of the soft mounds, stroking her taut nipple through the fabric.
“Levon, please…” she said, her voice pleading and he felt that sound straight to his groin.
“What, sweetheart?” he asked, moving from one breast to the other, teasing her, tempting her. She plunged her fingers into his hair, and for the first time he was glad it was longer now. That way she could pull and tug on it as he brought her pleasure. He growled, and reached behind her to unhook the bra and move his hands beneath it, greedy for her flesh against his palms.
“Oh God,” she whispered. “What are you doing to me?”
“Whatever you want,” he said against her nipple before taking it into his mouth. She groaned and held him closer, as if afraid he’d leave her, but Levon wasn’t going anywhere. “Tell me what you want, Olive.”
At first she didn’t answer, too busy panting and moaning, but then her pulls on his hair grew more insistent and she shifted beneath him, bringing his face closer to the heat between her legs. “I want you,” she said at last, her tone needy now.
“Yeah?” He lifted his head away from her belly, where he’d been kissing her baby bump. “How do you want me?”
She blinked at him down the length of her body, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. She still had those glasses on too, and man oh man. Talk about Hot for Teacher. “I want you inside me.”
Levon raised a brow at her, pushing her, needing her as hot for him as he was for her. “You want my cock inside you? What about my tongue? My fingers? Tell me, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Speaking of his cock, it was so hard it hurt, pressed between his body and the mattress below. He was so turned on, it would have only taken a few strokes to get him off, but he wanted this to last all night.
Olive’s pupils dilated at his question, the black nearly obscuring the lighter brown irises as she licked her lips. This time it was his turn to groan, thinking of all the places he’d love her to lick on him. His cock twitched in agreement. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” he frowned.
“Yes,” Olive repeated. “I want your cock in me. I want your mouth on me too. I want every part of you, Levon. I want you to fuck me.”
Hearing such dirty words out of this prim and proper teacher nearly had him coming on the spot, but he held back through sheer force of will. Hoping to distract himself, he concentrated on her instead, helping Olive sit up so he could tug her dress over her head. Her bra went next, followed by those panties she was wearing. Not exactly the granny variety but close to it.
Funny, but he even found those sexy. Hell, everything about Olive was sexy to him.
He left the glasses on.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, hot and hard and deep, then nuzzled his way down her throat to her breasts, paying homage to them again before kissing her baby bump on the way to paradise below. After parting her thighs, he bent her knees, then just lay between them for a moment, enjoying the view and scent of her arousal. She was wet, so wet, for him. Wet and ready and wanting. It was a good look on his Olive.
Mine.
The possessiveness jolting through him like a live wire would have worried him at another time, but right now, all he could think about was touching her, tasting her, hearing her call out his name as he made her orgasm over and over again in his arms.
He leaned closer and licked her slick folds, bottom to top, stopping to kiss her swollen clit before repeating the gesture. Olive gasped and arched again, her nails digging slightly into his scalp, but it hurt so good. He parted her with his fingers and licked again, this time locking on to her most sensitive flesh and suckling gently while sliding two fingers inside her wet channel, making good on his promise.
“Levon. Oh God, Levon.” She held him tighter, her knees jostling around his head, his
