Page 42 of Kisses
We get back to the hotel, and Lyla is yawning. I really hope that is just a yawn. I need to fuck her with the lights shining into our room. I can only imagine her moans will be magnified.
She walks in the direction of the window. This is good. I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her waist. I lean toward her and kiss her on the neck. She leans into me.
She muffles, “This was the best night.”
I kiss her again, then say, “I’m glad. You deserve something nice and not behind closed doors.”
She turns around and her sapphire eyes stare at me. This is the perfect moment. The window is wide open, the city lights are shining through, and the most beautiful woman is in my possession.
We lean into each other and kiss. She wraps her arms around my waist, mine around hers. I pull herself closer as our tongues interlock. She starts to unhook my belt buckle. We pull away from each other. Lyla pulls her top off, exposing her lacey black bra. She unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. I take off my shirt. We both take off our jeans. Both of us naked, she jumps on me, and we start to kiss rapidly. There is so much need in our kisses. We want each other. Her taste is what I crave every single day.
I carry her to the bed and lay her on her back. Her sapphires are dancing in excitement. I caress her face before I kiss her again. I enter her warm and wet pussy, bare as can be. This is a first for us. I am not interrupting this moment. This is more than just sex. She moans as I slide in and out of her. We continue to kiss like there is no tomorrow. I want her. She wants me. I dig in deeper, feeling every bit of her, nothing in between us. Just skin on skin. Her long legs wrap around my waist. She tightens her hold on me. I go deeper. She feels so good. It isn’t going to take too long for me to unleash my manhood all up in her. Lyla’s moans become louder. She is almost there. I can feel it. I go deeper. She starts to pant and then screams.
She whimpers, “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.”
That is all it takes to explode every ounce of me in her. Both of us breathing heavily. Her legs still wrapped around my waist. My hips continue to pump. She is the most intriguing, beautiful woman that I have ever had in my life. I am not going to let her go. Shit, I’m fucking falling in love with her.
Exhausted, I roll to the side of her. Her blues stare at me. I smile. She returns with a cute, little grin. Mesmerized by how beautiful she is, I just come out and say, “I love you.”
Her eyes widen.
She isn’t saying anything. She is just staring at me. Lyla asks, “Are you sure?”
I laugh, “I think I’m pretty sure about that.”
She sighs, “I’m sorry. I just…”
I interrupt, “Babe, you don’t have to worry about saying it back. I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart. You’re the best thing that has happened to me. I’m counting down the days until I can show you off.”
Tears start to form around her eyes. I am not sure if anybody has ever told her that they love her. It doesn’t surprise me. She never was the one to date. Now, she knows that she is loved. I know she feels it for me too, but it’s harder for her to express it. That’s okay, I will wait until she is ready. I am in love with my student.