Page 101 of Student Seduction
I nodded, tracing her lips with my thumb. “I do. You were late to class at Southeastern. On the first day.”
She closed her eyes briefly, a smile playing on her lips. “I had a habit of being late.”
I ran my nose alongside hers. “The professor got kind of pissy with you in front of everyone.”
She laughed. “Hmm, sounds like someone else I know.”
I chuckled lightly against her skin. “You were carrying a coffee cup and he thought stopping to get coffee had made you late to class.”
She nodded. “I’d come straight from work at High Octane and couldn’t leave until the girl for the next shift got there.”
“I was so impressed. Most freshmen would’ve cried after the public tongue lashing he gave you. But you didn’t flinch. You just apologized and took his berating you with your chin held high. When I looked over at you later, you were tearing the edges off your cup and shaping them into all these intricate designs. When class ended, you dropped it in the trash and I saw it was from the campus coffee shop. I started popping in there as often as possible in hopes of seeing you.”
“I saw you a few times, the handsome guy who always sat behind me.” She looked up at me thoughtfully. “Seemed like no one ever sat in the same seat twice. But no matter where I sat, you were always right behind me.”
“To see what you were doodling or drawing or designing out of straw wrappers.”
She glanced over at the nest beside her head. “All this effort just to get a sneak peek at my work?”
I grinned, reaching down and tugging at her panties. “Something like that.” I kissed her stomach tenderly. “Thank goodness all that coffee I bought finally paid off.”
I placed several long, languid strokes of my tongue between her legs until she was crying out, close to falling over the edge. Just before I entered her body, she took my face in her hands.
“That night at the carnival,” she began. “I can’t explain it, but the moment you ran into me, I knew my life was about to change. I was drowning. Barely surviving every day by telling myself something good had to be coming some day. Something just for me.” She stroked my jaw with her fingertips. “It was you. You were my something good. It was scary and thrilling all at once.”
I eased inside her hot, wet heat inch by inch, stilling once I was all the way in.
Her back arched as I gripped her tighter. “The day you walked into my classroom, I should’ve been terrified. Or angry. Or, I don’t know, annoyed at the very least.”
She grinned up at me. “And what were you?”
I took in the sight of my beautiful wife, the mother of my child, the illusive young artist half the world wished they could get their hands on, and reveled in the fact that she was mine. All mine.
For the first time, I was grateful for the darkness and the pain and the fear of all these years because they brought us both here. I realized my parents must’ve been watching over me, because there’s no way I landed the most amazing woman in the world all on my own.
“Happy, Emersyn. I was so damn happy to see you. Every time I have ever laid eyes on you, you’ve made me the happiest man in the entire world. Nothing will ever change that.”
“Even when I’m humungous and pregnant?”
“More of you to love, sweetheart.”
Her body clamped down on mine, clenching hard and causing me to groan.
“I love you, Aiden,” she said, writhing against me.
I nodded, my teeth grinding together as her body milked mine, matching me thrust for thrust.
“And I love you, beautiful, artistic, always late, chocolate cake loving girl.” Something occurred to me at the worst possible moment. I froze above her. “Uh, how do we tell our children we met when they ask?”
Your mom was a high school student in my classis not an answer I want to give.
“In college,” she answered quickly, causing me to assume she’d already contemplated this conundrum. Technically, this was true. “Can’t have them knowing Daddy was seduced by a student.” She winked up at me.
“And this is why I love you,” I told her, leaning in for a kiss when she got closer to climaxing.
She surprised me by rolling us so that I was on my back and she was riding me on her work table.
“No, this is why you love me.” She bared down, stroking me with her body aggressively until I was coming just as she did.
When she collapsed on my chest, I stroked her hair. “I could live a hundred years and never list all the reasons why I love you, Emersyn Singleton.”
She rubbed my chest in slow circles. “You taught me to have faith in hope, Aiden. That and our future child are the most precious gifts anyone could ever give me.”
And that’s what I hope our children and our children’s children always know. That whether or not she seduced me while she was a student, or I seduced her, the love we share is real and will endure forever.
And probably even long after that.
The End.