Page 39 of Love, Academically

Rhys’s hand moved, exploring the fullness of her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed her hard nipple over the thin fabric of her dress.

The friction through her scanty lace bra was both delicious and not enough against her.

His thigh pushed between hers and she manoeuvred her dress out of the way so she could grind her core against his leg.

Fuck, she was dry humping him like a horny teenager.

He pinched her nipple in response and grinned against her mouth.

One hand hitched her dress up and slid to squeeze her ass and she bucked against him.

Yes, please.

“You’re very needy,” he mumbled.

“Yes.” She pressed down harder against his leg and shuddered as she got the angle just right. “I am.”

Lila let out a noise of dissatisfaction as he extricated his leg from between hers. He stroked her tongue with his as his fingers splayed across her thigh, running down the back of her leg and drawing it up around his waist.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” he said, burying his face in her neck, licking at her pulse point. His hips notched against her and she could feel just how much he wanted it.

Rhys slid his other hand up to her hip under the skirt of her dress, his mouth stilling. He looked almost feral as he drew back from her, eyes impossibly dark.

“Lila,” he said, his voice a growl. “You are incredibly naughty.”

Tilting her head, she blinked innocently. “What do you mean?”

A slow, wicked smile stretched across his face.

Her breath grew shallow with anticipation. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, she gripped his shirt tightly in her fists.

“Rhys,” she whispered, “please.”

He smirked and bent to her neck, dragging his teeth along her sensitised skin.

“You want me to touch you?” he whispered, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “That’s why you’ve not worn any underwear, because you want me to fuck you?”

Colour shot to her cheeks, because that’s exactly why she had foregone her knickers today. She wanted Rhys to fuck her, good and proper. She was going for what she wanted.

“You wear no underwear all night, but you blush so prettily,” his thumb pressed into the crease of her hip, making her gasp, “when I say I want to fuck you,” he finished in a whisper. “Tell me what you want. You’re in control.”

Her stomach clenched. Knowing it was her in control was one thing, but him saying it? Him asking what she wanted? Hot.

“Rhys, please,” she gasped, as his mouth was hot and wet just behind her ear. “Please, touch me.”

A noise came from the back of his throat and he gripped her jaw, tilting her head back. Like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his mouth fused against hers, his tongue sweeping hard through her mouth.

His fingers trailed across the softness of her thigh, not urgently enough for her liking and a pathetic, mewling noise came from her throat. His smile was wicked.

“Like this?”

Rhys moved the skirt of her dress so he could watch his fingers swipe through her wetness. “Fuck, Lila.”

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked, his eyes closing.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, fingers trailing out of his mouth.

“Rhys,” she begged, incapable of any other words. She needed this.

His eyes snapped open and a feral grin spread across his face.

“Hold on.”

She yelped as he grabbed her other leg, wrapping it around his waist. Her arms went around him and she pressed her face into his neck, breathing in his aftershave. Rhys took two steps and set her down on the stairs.

“Rhys,” she started, “what—”

But she couldn’t finish her sentence because he was on his knees between her thighs, pushing her dress up greedily.

“Fuck, Lila,” he whispered, “tell me what you want. This is all for you.”

She was bare in front of him, too turned on to care. He dragged his eyes away from her wetness to her face, his jaw clenched viciously, hands tightening on her thighs. Waiting. Waiting for her.

Raising her head she met the desire in his eyes with her own.

“I want your mouth on me,” she breathed, delighted when his eyes lit up like he had been given the greatest present on earth. Another wicked, feral grin and he buried his face between her legs.

There was no build up, no teasing. Rhys’s tongue dove straight into her, dragging through her wetness, his hands pressing her knees wider so she was completely open to him. Her hands fisted in his hair, wanting more, and her hips jerked against his face of their own accord, desperate for release.

“More, Rhys,” she gasped, her head dropping back against the stairs.

A rumble of satisfaction reverberated against her core. He worked his way persistently, relentlessly to her clit. A finger pressed inside her, working her over, in and out.

“Another,” she moaned.

A second finger joined the first, curling inside her, rubbing harshly against her. A suck and a flick of his tongue against her clit made her trembling legs tense and hard around his head.

“Oh God, Rhys.”

She couldn’t stop her hips grinding upwards into his face, keeping time with his fingers fucking her.

“I’m so close.”

Yes, teetering on the edge of the biggest orgasm that she had ever had. He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working her until her body couldn’t take any more.

Lila cried out as she shook with pleasure, her back arching up, fists holding Rhys’s head in place as he relentlessly attacked her clit, pushing her over the edge, keeping her orgasm alive for as long as possible.

Only when Lila’s legs slackened around his head did he slow, slipping his fingers out from her and licking up everything she had given him, gently grazing over her incredibly sensitive, throbbing clit.

Fuck.

“Rhys,” she whispered, her arm thrown across her eyes.

“Mmm,” he answered, not stopping his mouth on her.

“Rhys, you can stop,” she breathed. “That was…” There were no words to describe how amazing that orgasm was to the man who was still licking gently between her legs.

“I don’t want to stop,” he said. “You taste so good.”

“I need,” she started, gulping for air, “I need—”

“Tell me, Lila,” he said, kissing the crease of her hip. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me.”

There was no fear, no embarrassment in her, because he was literally on his knees, worshiping her, and she was one hundred percent okay with that.

“Thank fuck,” was all he said.

Rhys

Having Lila’s legs wrapped around his head as she came on his fingers was the best, sweetest torture.

Whilst he was desperate to get inside her, he was more eager to give her control, do exactly what she wanted.

What she needed, because he had a feeling that she’d never told anyone what she wanted.

Perhaps she didn’t know. Perhaps no one had asked before.

He wasn’t going to take her on the uncomfortable, impractical stairs, not when she was sated and relaxed.

“Come on,” he said, sliding his arms under her and lifting her to standing. “Upstairs.”

She returned his wicked grin and scuttled up the stairs in front of him, her dress riding up enough to give him teasing glimpses of where he had spent the last moments; with his face buried in her pussy.

They were still hurrying in through the bedroom door as he unzipped her dress and pushed it to the floor.

He couldn’t wait any more and grabbed her ass to him, running his hands across her stomach and up to her hard nipples, barely covered by her lacy bra.

Lila’s head rested back against his shoulder and he bit down on the soft part where her neck met her shoulder.

Rolling her nipples through her lacy bra, she pushed her ass back into his groin and fuck, he was like steel.

It was one thing having a perfunctory and thoroughly unsatisfactory wank in the shower thinking of Lila, but a completely different thing having her in his arms, soft and sated, wanting him.

“Rhys.” She turned in his arms, sliding her hands up his chest. “You are wearing far too many clothes.”

Her fingers worked shakily at his buttons and he let her, running his hands over her back restlessly.

Once she had gotten rid of his shirt, she reached for the button of his jeans, glancing up through her eyelashes at him to check.

Nodding, he squeezed her ass impatiently.

Her hand slipped in through his open jeans and it was heaven when she gripped him through his pants.

A moan escaped his lips, but this time, he didn’t grab her hand to stop her.

“Lila,” he growled. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come in your hand.”

Her lips pulled into a slow smile as she removed her hand and turned to the bedside table, wiggling her ass as she pulled out a condom and gave it to him. She climbed on the bed and lay down for him, spreading her legs.

Wild blonde hair splayed across the pillow, nipples hard and wetness glistening on her core. His dick twitched proudly at the proof that she wanted him again.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

Climbing to kneel between her legs, he said, “Like this? You want it like this?”

Hooded eyes blinked slowly and her chin moved in a jerky nod.

“Show me,” he said, gripping the base of his swollen dick.

Leaning forward, she took his cock out of his hand and rubbed it through her wet pussy, coating him with her juices.

Fuck.

Notching him at her entrance, she lay back, pulling him down with her.

Smoothing her hair back from her face, he dropped kisses over her cheekbones and slid his tongue over her lips.

She moaned and lifted one leg around his waist, squirming for him to enter her.

He grinned against her mouth at her eagerness.

Canting his hips slowly, he sank into her. A breathless moan came from her, and fuck, it was good. She tightened her leg around him and buried her face into his neck, her breath hot against his skin.

He held himself back. She wasn’t some quick fuck.

He wouldn’t just get dressed and go. No, he wanted to savour every inch, every second of their first time together.

Pulling back nearly fully out of her, he slid back in as slowly as he could, grinding his hips against her where they joined, pressing on her clit as he pushed himself deep.

“Rhys,” she gasped into his neck. “More.”

That’s all she needed to say. His self-restraint snapped and his hips drove harder and faster into her. Fingers dragged down his back and held on to his ass, as he pulled her leg higher, giving himself better access.

“Fuck, Lila,” he said, because he couldn’t hold back anymore, there was no stopping this. “I’m going to come.”

Her pussy tensed around him and that tipped him over the edge. With an urgent few pumps, he cried out as he came, Lila’s teeth dragging against his neck.

Fuck.

“Lila, I’m sorry, I—” he swallowed, trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, you’re just too… I was just too…”

She silenced him with a kiss.

“Rhys, that was amazing,” she said, hands resting behind his head. “You don’t need to worry.”

He dropped his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and dragging in deep, warm breaths.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Rhys slid out of her. “Let me deal with this,” he said, motioning to the full condom. Lila lay back with a smile on her face, eyes dropping closed.

He hurried in the bathroom, but stopped to wet a flannel to take to Lila, and grabbed a glass from the windowsill to fill with water. To take care of her.

When he got back to her room, she was under the covers, dozing. He slipped in beside her and slid the flannel down her body.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled.

“Cleaning you up,” he whispered, dropping a kiss at the corner of her mouth.

“Are you staying?” she asked, eyes still closed.

“I would like to,” he hesitated. What if she didn’t want him to? God, they’d just had sex and all he wanted to do was hold her, but he was so unsure. Sex was the easy bit. “I can go if you’d prefer?”

“No, stay,” she said, turning and snuggling into his chest.

“Okay,” he said with a smile, slipping his arms around her.

This evening had gone much better than he had expected.

Everything he had read, everything he knew, told him that there would be no first date sex.

He had been more than prepared to kiss her on the cheek, say good night, wait three restless days and then call her to see if he could take her out again. Well, probably not three days.

Lila hadn’t been wearing knickers. He had told her he wanted to fuck her and she hadn’t worn knickers.

Christ.

He hoped she let him fuck her again, because now he’d had a taste of her, he wasn’t going to be able to let her go easily.

It was more than that though, he’d had a taste of her cookie-flavoured life and he wanted to be part of it.

Rhys wanted to share his time with haphazard, multicoloured Lila. Protect her. Care for her.

He hoped she’d let him.