Page 27 of A Simple Love
“It’s perfect,” she whispers, wiping tears from her face again.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, Vic. I just knew I had to make this for you. I’ve been designing this desk for months.”
“Months?”
I shake my head at her. “Yeah, months. You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?” She eyes me suspiciously as I stalk her across the space between us. Right now I’m grateful to have closed her classroom door behind me because I feel like we’re going to need some privacy.
“You are all I think about, all I’ve thought about for years.” Closing the distance separating us, my hands find her hips instinctually as I pull her flesh to my body.
She swallows hard. “Is that so?”
I nuzzle her neck, watching the goosebumps appear from my featherlight touch. “Yes, Victoria. You mean so much to me, and your dreams mean that much to me too. You deserve this gift, and I’m glad I got to be the one to give it to you.”
Raising my head, I lock eyes with her, the spark between us igniting once more. I don’t wait for her to respond before I crush my lips to hers, the sound of her surprise echoing in my mouth as I explore every inch of her, caressing our tongues in a wild dance. I back her up until the back of her knees hit her desk, gently lowering her body down on top of it, my hands cradling her head as my thumbs brush her temples. When I built this thing, I can’t lie and say lying her down on it wasn’t a fantasy. Looks like that’s more like a reality now.
“Mike,” she whispers, breaking free from my mouth long enough to stare me down, contemplating her next move, before pulling me back to her, our lips pressing firmly against each other and our hands moving in an all-out exploration of each other’s bodies. Our fingers are moving frantically, hers roaming up and down my back and shoulders while mine explore her waist and rib cage. A light brush of my thumb across her nipple through her shirt makes her buck beneath me, the friction of her core against my cock sends my nerves into a wild frenzy. I bet she’s wet as fuck beneath these jean shorts.
“Fuck, Vic,” I manage to croak out between hot and heavy kisses, as she grinds against me from beneath my flank. I press my entire body up against hers, leaving no space between us, my hands moving around her hips to her ass to pull her even harder into my erection. I feel the warmth of her pussy against my crotch. The image of my cock rubbing against her slick folds makes my dick painfully hard.
I break our kiss, my lips trailing down the column of her throat as I’m rewarded with feminine groans and gasps escaping her mouth. Each sound she makes just spurs me on to see what other noises I can muster from her. Exploring Victoria’s body is like a treasure hunt, a new clue to what she likes just hidden around every curve and dip in her physique. My lips and tongue explore the soft skin of her neck, down over her collarbone, making her gasp and chuckle beneath my mouth, the vibrations from her laugh tickling my lips.
“Mike…. We need to stop.” Her voice is breaking from the lust consuming her body. Her panting sends breaths over my ears and down my neck, the tingles making their way down my spine spark a twitch in my dick.
I lift my head up to meet her eyes, instantly putting a halt in my discovery of her body. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,…. Yes, I’m okay. I just don’t want to move too fast, alright?” I can sense the worry running through her body immediately, and the last thing I want to do is make her feel uncomfortable. I push myself off of her, reaching for her hand to force her upright as well.
“I’m sorry, Vic. I just can’t control myself around you,” I chuckle.
She smiles softly up at me. “I know the feeling.”
Running my hand through my hair, I turn away from her, willing my dick to calm down.
“I’m sorry, Mike. I don’t mean to be a tease.”
I turn back around so fast, I get dizzy. “What?”
She looks down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t want to lead you on. I definitely want to kiss you and touch you, but I’m not ready for more.”
“I never said I expected that, Vic.” Her confession is confusing me.
“I know. I just know that eventually there are certain…. physical expectations in relationships, and… I’m just not there yet.”
I cradle her face in my hands, lifting her eyes to meet mine. “I would wait forever for you, Vic.” I bend down to softly kiss her and then rest my forehead against hers. “In some ways, it feels like I already have.”
“Me too.”
“Then why are we still fighting this?” I exclaim louder than I intended, releasing her face and stepping away from her. My confusion has now evolved into annoyance, my annoyance quickly becoming anger.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, there’s obviously something here, Vic. You and I both know it, we’ve known it for years. And now that we’re exploring it, you can’t deny what you feel. I feel it too. Touching you is electrifying.”
She simply nods. “It is.”
“Then why is Ben still in the picture?” My anger has manifested into rage, all the rage I’ve felt since the moment he asked her out is flooding through my veins and out of my mouth and I can’t stop it.