“Open your mouth.”
I get to watch her, lips parted and wet, waiting for me while I fumble with the button and the zipper, and then I’m inside her. The heat of her mouth and the slick of her tongue surrounding me. I let her play for a little while before I cradle the back of her head in my hand and urge her forward. Her arms are bound, so I won’t go too far because she wouldn’t be able to tell me to stop if she needs me to, but I enter her throat a few times, and that’s all it takes. I give her a warning but then I’m spilling into her mouth and down her throat, bracing a hand against the chalkboard and smudging her neat writing even more because that’s what she does to me, too—makes me a full-on mess, shatters my control.
She licks at me until I tell her to stop, and then I tuck my dick back in my pants where it’ll no doubt get hard again in minutes because we’re not done yet. Not even close.
I help her to her feet and lead her, skirt still around her waist and her panties just below her butt cheeks, over to her desk, where I lift her up and settle her on the edge. Her feet dangle a few inches off the floor so I take the opportunity to take off her shoes. Then I lie her back against the cleared surface of the desk and strip off her panties before having her prop her feet up against the edge.
Her chest is rising high with each breath and her legs are trembling but I’m pretty confident it’s not from strain. I’ve put her through far more than this and she takes everything I can dish out. She’s stronger than I’ve ever given her credit for but that doesn’t mean I can’t knock her off-balance with the unexpected.
“This is not part of the script!”
I have to laugh at her squeaky protest but I silence her by pressing the heel of one hand over her mound and stroking her clit with the fingers of the other. “I’m improvising. Is that a problem?”
“No, Zach.”
“Didn’t think so.”
Dropping to my own knees, I spread her open and dip my head to taste her. She bucks her hips up to meet my mouth and I tsk at her. “You’ll take what I give you, nothing more, nothing less. Now relax.”
“Yes, Zach.”
I don’t think there are many women who would sound quite so miserable when faced with the prospect of their husband going down on them, but this is one of my favorite ways to torture Erin and she knows it. I could edge her like this for hours. Have, in fact, because it doesn’t take a whole lot to get her completely desperate and less to keep her there. Not today, though.
After I work at her for a few minutes, tasting her, licking her and sucking her clit until her back is arched high off the desk, I stop. I’m hard as hell from the taste and smell and feel of her. Now that we’ve completed our little detour, it’s time to get back on track. This is her fantasy, after all, not mine, though there’s a hell of a lot of overlap. But she’s asked me for these things and I’ll give them to her. I always want to be the man she trusts to give her what she needs.
Helping her sit up, I kiss her neck and brush some hair off her face before reaching for the belt and untying her. I rub her wrists and forearms before I slide her off the desk, turn her around and bend her over.
She rests her hands alongside her head and sighs, content but still willing. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to be inside her. So I unbutton and unzip my pants and kick her feet out until she’s wide open for me and then . . . then I ease inside of her and I have to stop because otherwise I’m going to lose it. Even though I just came, because this girl—goddamn. I knead her ass while I wait and try not to listen too hard to the breathy sounds of protest because that would set me off just as well. But within a minute, I’ve managed to get myself under control so I start to move.
It’s not like I have anyone else to compare her to, but I can’t imagine anyone would feel better than Erin. Not just her pussy—although that feels a hundred different kinds of amazing—but just her. Everything feels better now that we’re together. The diamond on her finger glints at me and I start to fuck her harder. Mine. Mine to do with what I wish, to please and control. Mine to take care of. Mine to love.
“Come on, Erin,” I urge, and wedge my hand between her thighs and the edge of the desk so I can finger her clit while I thrust into her. That’s what she needs, just a few beats of contact. Then she’s pulsing around me, crying out her pleasure while I fuck her on the desk she’ll teach behind tomorrow, the desk that had stood between us while she was my teacher, but not anymore.
I’m done for.
I don’t try to hold back anymore because I don’t have to. Giving in, the climax rips through me and I pour my release inside of her and, damn, does it feel good.
Until we got married a couple of weeks ago, we’d been doubling down with condoms and the pill, but now she’s just on the pill. We’re planning to wait on the whole baby thing until Caleb graduates but if she happened to get pregnant between now and then, it’d be fine. More than fine—I’d be thrilled. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about being a dad because it’s not like I had a great role model, but I feel like that’s something it’s okay to be uncertain about. Besides, there’s no doubt in my mind Erin will be a great mom.
In the meantime, I’m just going to love her like crazy. And tell her so, all the time. Because I do.
Still inside of her, I lean down and rest my chest against her back. I pull the tie from around her eyes so I can watch her lashes flutter against her cheek while she comes down, her heartbeat slowing beneath me. Eventually our breathing evens out and I slide my hand up to where hers is resting on the desk. I curl my pinky around hers and run my nose along the sensitive skin behind her ear. “I love you, Erin.”
My heart is filled close to bursting when she smiles and says, “I love you, too, Shep.”
Acknowledgments
A huge thank-you to Courtney Miller-Callihan for finding a home for this book and believing in me—you’re the best agent a girl could ask for.
Also thanks to AJ and Piper, my beta readers, who gave me the courage to put this weird little story out in the world.
To my friends MTS, LG, EH, and KO for being onboard with whatever I decide to write next, and especially to AJ for putting together the outing that inspired this story. Also a very special thank-you to MRF for being willing to help me with math terms, since I’m far better with words than numbers.
Gratitude to Mr. Parker and Kidlet for dealing with the ups and downs of having a creative professional in the family. We won’t have takeout for dinner again tomorrow, promise! Okay, maybe . . .
To Cindy, Kristine, and the rest of my crew at InterMix, thank you for all your hard work, I’m so glad to have you on my team.
And, as always, bottomless appreciation to my readers and reviewers. I couldn’t do any of this without you.
Stay-at-home mom by day and writer by naptime, USA Today bestselling author Tamsen Parker lives outside of Boston with her family. Personal Geography, the first book in her self-published Compass Series, was selected as a Recommended Read by Romance Novel News, a 2014 Buried Treasures Pick by All About Romance, and was also selected by Heroes & Heartbreakers as one of their 10 BDSM Romances You Should Read.
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