Stay After Class, page 19
“You have a bed in your studio?”
“It’s more of a wood platform with thick foam and pillows,” he said. “I use it for the nude studies.”
“You mean you didn’t have those models in your bed?”
“Of course not.” He shook his head. “That would be highly unprofessional.”
“That woman, she made it sound like she was in your bed.”
“Amanda, you can’t listen to everyone who has a story about me,” he said, resting the framed sketch he’d taken from the gallery against the wall and dropping my heels right next to it. “So many of these people are users and posers. They have their own agenda.”
“But—”
“Please ask me the questions directly.” He sounded tired. “Don’t assume stuff about my models. You are the only woman here and you are the one I want. Let me just make it totally clear: I. Want. You.”
He punctuated the words with a look that let me know he really meant it.
“Fair enough,” I said. I won’t assume things.”
Suddenly I felt shy in this unfamiliar territory. His home was warm and colorful not like the starkness of the White Room. It smelled like him. Being there seemed very adult.
He stepped up on the platform that led to the bed and removed his jacket. He took off his bow tie. He untied the Converse sneakers and kicked them off. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth chest.
“C’mere,” he said, reaching out a hand.
I met him on the platform and dropped my purse on the bed. He took me in his arms and held me.
“This is our time.” He spoke softly, his breath warm in my ear. “I want us to be close again.”
He took my face into his hands and kissed me, deeply. I stood on my tiptoes to get nearer. His arms felt like home.
With a deep exhalation, he gently pressed my body off of his and let his gaze travel the length of me and then back to my eyes.
“You looked beautiful tonight,” he said, running his hand through my hair, “but now I want you naked. Is that what you want?”
I nodded. My heart beat wildly in my chest. This was it.
A sexy look gleamed in his eyes as he helped me out of my dress, lifting it over my arms and caressing my skin as he did. He smiled roguishly as he dropped it on the floor, next to the bed. It made me smile too.
He bent toward my shoulder and kissed it, holding my upper arms in his strong hands. Then he moved his hand over my bottom, and slowly slid my panties over my thighs, legs, and toward my feet.
He helped me step out of them.
“I can’t fight this desire for you anymore,” he said, softly pressing small kisses against my neck. “I tried to forget you when I discovered you were a student. I tried to resist you in my classroom. But I can’t stop these feelings I have for you. I can’t turn back. You are completely and utterly irresistible. Maybe I’m addicted to you. I’m crazy about you, Amanda.”
His words made me tremble. They were everything I wanted to hear from his lips tonight.
“Do you still want me?” He ran his tongue along my jaw and to my lips, licking me like he was extracting a sweet flavor from my flesh. “Even after having two others to choose from tonight?”
“Yes.” The very center of me burned with need. “You’re the only one I ever wanted.”
“Then make yourself ready for me.” He rubbed his lips against my ear. “Close your eyes and just imagine that I am already there. The more aroused you are the easier it will be for me to slide inside and penetrate you.”
He was going to penetrate me. Finally!
I breathed in and allowed myself to pretend, the way I used to daydream in school. But now I had a real idea of what it was like to have him inside, so my desire quickly turned warm and wet between my thighs.
I was in a trance-like state when I heard the rustling of pants coming down. I opened my eyes. He was naked. Totally. His entire long, lean body and beautiful form was there for me to see, and he was even more gorgeous than I could have imagined. This was the first time I’d ever seen him unencumbered by clothing. He was beautiful—and fully aroused.
“You want this, don’t you?” he said, placing my hand on his hardness. His eyes were wild with hunger.
“Yes,” I said, reveling in the feel of his naked flesh in my palm. My hips moved involuntarily, as if to greet him.
“It’s taking all my control to not go inside you, this minute,” he continued, breathless.
“I need you,” I pleaded, moving my hand up and down in the way he’d shown me a few nights before. With both of us naked, it would have been so easy get lost in the moment, to go all the way.
“I need you, too.” He pressed into my hand, rubbing himself back and forth. “But I need to teach you one more thing, about the power of flesh against flesh.”
Oh no, not another delay.
“I don’t want any more lessons,” I sighed, grasping him harder. “I need this.” I squeezed him playfully. “I need. Penetrative sex. Penis-inside-me sex.”
“I am going to give myself to you as you give yourself to me,” he said, pulling away, out of my reach. “But first, a little side trip to a place you’ve never been. Is that okay?”
“All right.” I sighed in surrender, as desire meandered through me. My body tensed in anticipation.
“Relax,” he whispered, “and let me hold you.” He wrapped his arms around me.
We were completely naked, his skin so smooth and warm against mine. I leaned into his embrace, loving the sensation of our flesh pressed together.
“I’ve waited a long time to be this close to you,” he said.
“I know.” I fought the urge to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him.
“Would you like to be closer, so close I could almost slip inside you?”
“Yes, I want to be as close as I can be.”
He separated from me for a moment and then lay me down on the bed. He climbed on and positioned over me holding himself up by his arms. He gazed into my eyes.
“Amanda,” he said, as if making a statement, more than calling my name. “The first thing I want to do in my bed is kiss you.”
His mouth came down on mine, his tongue possessive and probing. It was like deep and passionate mouth sex. I could barely catch my breath.
He gently moved his hardness against my stomach as he kissed me. His sexy flesh against me was ticklish and enticing. My hips moved instinctively toward his but he stopped me with his hand. When his motions quickened, I thought he was going to have an orgasm on my stomach.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, pressing harder against my belly. “It feels so good … to be this close.”
“I know.”
“Do you want to be closer?”
I nodded. “What should I do?”
“Sit on me,” he said. He somehow quickly maneuvered us so that he was now lying on the bed. He flipped me around like a ragdoll and pulled me onto him. “Press yourself onto my cock.”
“Like my lower parts? There?” Finally, I thought, we are going to do it.
“Kissing close,” he said. “All the pleasure is in the contact of our skin. No penetration yet.” He looked at his watch.
“What if I can’t help but spear myself on you? Or if I break it?”
He laughed. That deep, sexy laugh. It made my heart open and took the tension out of the moment.
“The penis is a vascular organ so there are no bones to break,” he said, still laughing. “Just use your legs to position yourself over me and your arms to hold you up, and rub your inner parts along my erection. Claim your pleasure. Use my body to make your body feel good.”
“Literally rub myself against you?”
“Yes.” He slid one finger into me. “Baby, you’re so wet. Your natural lubricant will help you move.”
I arranged myself over his body and he helped me move in such a way that it pressed his erection flat, rather than poised for entering. He guided my hip movements until I got into a comfortable position.
“Press down on me now,” he said. I did.
And there it was, his cock, hard and warm and deliciously close to the part of me that had waited so long for him. Finally, he was there, between my legs. More wetness gathered in my core, making it easier to glide, and slide back and forth on his hard flesh. It was like heaven, one moment more pleasurable than the next. As excitement grew my movements intensified and so did the beating of my heart.
He was excited too. He kept getting harder and pressing closer against me. So close.
“No matter what you do,” he said. “You cannot let my cock slip inside you.”
Holy crap.
The moment he said it I tried to tilt my pelvis toward the head, to tease him in. I just wanted to force him to plunge into me. My lady parts sought him out. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop myself from moving vigorously, angling my legs this way and that to get closer to his tip. Just when I felt I was getting nearer to the holy grail of sex I had been longing for, he slowed us down.
His hands grabbed hold of my hips, hard, and he moved me off center from my target.
“Seriously,” he said, his voice husky with arousal, as he held my hips in place. “This is not going inside you … yet.”
“Why are you denying me?” The words blurted out of me along with a breathy, exasperated sigh.
“I am teasing you with pleasure, and showing you that you do not need a cock inside to make love,” he said. “But you are trying to change the game. I want you to learn how to control your movement so you can control your orgasm. Use that wetness keep gliding back and forth.”
Taking his cue, I slid my hungry flesh down harder onto his, and ground myself into him, moving my hips back and forth. Everything between my legs was on fire. My inner flesh was a pulsating coalition of exposed nerve endings seeking release, getting ready to crest one by one. Lost in the swirl of ecstasy, my hips took on an urgent rhythm. My clitoris took on a life of its own and sought greater union with him as I angled to push myself over the edge. I pressed firmly against his hardness and used the silky wetness that bonded us together to bring my elation to an even higher pitch. My nails dug into his shoulders where I was holding on. My head dropped against his. Pleasure gripped me, hard.
“I think I’m … having … a …” I couldn’t complete the sentence.
“I know, baby,” he said, pressing upward, giving me more of what I needed. “I feel you clenching all around me. Take it. Take your pleasure. This is for you.”
The throes of orgasm ushered me into a deep well of euphoria. My insides turned inside out as delight peaked within. Joyful sounds flowed from my mouth, loud ones, and I was emptied of every bit of energy.
My body fell against his, flat, spent. My lower lips, still pressed against his erection, felt like a comfortable and warm cocoon. I didn’t want him to move. But just as I was coming down from the orgasmic high, Jem reached between my legs, and pulled himself away, quickly pressing himself quickly against the flat of my belly. It was a surprise to feel his seed quickly spread across my flesh but I was so happy I’d made him come.
“My, Ms. Slade, you have the power,” he said, kissing my forehead.
“Why didn’t you stay there with me,” I asked. “It felt so perfect, you between my thighs.”
“I know, but I don’t want any wayward semen to find you.” He rolled to the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I heard running water and next thing I knew he’d returned with a washcloth. “And I don’t want to get you pregnant.”
I hadn’t even though of that. How could I have not? But suddenly, after years of being anti-pregnancy, the idea of having his baby seemed so romantic.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“You’re amazing,” he said, climbing back into bed. He bent to kiss my lips and then kneeled between my legs and gently wiped my stomach with the warm, wet cloth. “So willing to trying new things, to give of yourself. You have been a very good student in the art of love-making.”
“Still your student, huh?” I gently tapped my knee against his hip.
“You are way more than that,” he said, bending to kiss the flat of my stomach. “Much more.”
Just as he laid back down on the bed with me, my VirgEnd App went off.
I rolled over to reach into my purse for my phone. By the time I reached it the current status was: 1 hours, 31 minutes, 03 seconds.
“I’m keeping time now, sweetie,” he said. “You can turn it off.”
He called me sweetie!
“You know what, me and VirgEnd have come this far, let’s leave it as is. Just in case we fall asleep.”
“Oh, I have no intension of falling asleep.” He lifted up on one elbow and pressed himself against my hip. He was hard already.
“Not much of a refractory period,” I said, remembering an article I read about the time that most men needed to recuperate between orgasms.
“Are you kidding?” He laughed. “With you, I could go for days.”
I smiled and turned to face him. Tiny thrills rocketed through me as I realized what the next thing on our agenda would be.
He rolled close to me, kissing my neck and face. Instinctively, I opened my legs.
He whispered. “Are you on birth control?”
I whispered back. “The pill, to regulate my periods.”
“Good. We’re using a condom too, because I want to protect you.” He kissed me. “But just tell me, again, is that what you want, too?”
“Yes.” A thousand times yes.
“You want to give me your virginity? You want it to be me? You want my cock inside you?”
I nodded.
He had tears in his eyes, and I did too. He breathed in deeply, almost relieved, and brought his mouth to mine. He consumed me with a deep, soulful kiss. And there was something so powerful, and primal about that kiss. I wanted everything he had to give me.
“We’ve done a lot of things to get ready for this moment.” His voice was a bit shaky with lust. “But do you know what happens when a man is this aroused and ready to penetrate a woman?”
“Not exactly.” I really wasn’t sure at all.
“When it is ready to slip inside you, it is even bigger, harder. It may hurt you at first. Are you ready?”
With my eyes, and a shake of my head, I told him, “Yes.”
He kneeled between my legs and spread them apart with a touch of his knees, and took hold of my hand, and placed it on him.
“Feel my cock,” he said, moving my hand up and down. “The skin is soft, but the rest of it is hard for you. I want to make you feel good, but it’s going to break you open too. And that makes things unchangeable.”
He kept my hand moving up and down. “But this what you want from me, isn’t it?”
“More than anything,” I said.
Quickly rolling a condom on, he nudged my legs farther apart and brought his hips in between mine. He quickly lowered himself onto my body.
“I am going to take you now,” he said, brushing his lips against my forehead. He had that look in his eyes. “Open for me, baby.”
I spread my legs as wide as I could as I waited for his next move.
He poised his hardness and nudged the head toward its mark. I could feel it pressing close to my opening. My hips moved to greet him and I got my body as close to his as I could.
He dipped in slowly, one bit at a time, spreading me wider than I had ever been spread before.
“You are so wet,” he breathed. “So wet. This will make it so much better. But this condom has a lot of special lubricant on it to, to make it easy for you to fit me inside.”
I didn’t say a word, as he pressed in deeper. I just focused on the sensations in my body. My nerve endings were firing off with pleasure and I felt tingles between my legs spreading across my lower half. But I also tensed up, wondering when he would break through my hymen and when it would hurt.
“I need you to relax, baby, okay?” He looked deeply into my eyes. “And move the way I tell you to.”
I nodded.
“I’m going in deeper,” he said, pushing into me.
I took a deep breath.
Reaching around to my butt, he grabbed hold of my hips.
“Move yourself up toward me now, baby,” he instructed as he pressed down, thrusting into me.
He did not get all the way in on the first or second thrust, but on the third, I felt a searing pain as the sheath that separated me from no-longer-being-a-virgin tore away. He got so deep, so quickly, once the barrier was removed.
“It’s better to keep going, and not stop,” he panted, pressing deeper. “I will take you past the pain.”
As he moved his hips up and down, I could feel the hugeness of him stretching me wider than I thought was possible. It was slightly uncomfortable at first when he pressed all the way, deep down inside me, but then an overwhelmingly delicious feeling flooded me. As he pressed himself to the hilt, I craved even more of him. It felt like my internal organs were pulling him in.
“Oh my God!” It slipped out of my mouth.
“What is it, baby?”
“So this is what it’s like. This is fucking?”
“No, this is making love.” He said it in an almost professorial tone but then smiled. “Finally, making love to you with all of me.”
He pressed in deeper and I clenched around his cock. Now it was officially my cock.
His mouth found mine and our tongues danced at the same time that our hips and bodies moved. As he glided in an out of me, I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. My lower parts were getting that feeling, almost like I might float away on a cloud of pleasure.
“This is what you were waiting for, baby, isn’t it?” he said, thrusting deeply to make a point.
“Yes.” I breathed.
“Good, because I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long.”
With that, he hoisted my legs up, way over his shoulders, so that he could dart himself deeply inside me. As he did this, he rubbed against my swelling clitoris with his pubic mound, bringing me to the gateway of my release. He moved in and out of me with urgency.
“You’re making me come,” he whispered into my ear.
