EMMA's POV :
- - - - - Three Months Later - - - - -
"Thank you for being my teacher, Mr. Hayes..."
Those were the last words I typed into the laptop and I had been staring at it for the past twenty minutes. It seemed like a good place to end the book, but I wasn't sure.
I think it needs a little something... more.
After finding my old diary, I decided to use it as an inspiration to write a full blown book about Ian and me. I wanted to document our love story, everything from how we met, the struggles we faced, and how we overcame it. For a long time, our story was kept as a secret. It was considered 'too dirty' or taboo, so we never talked about it openly.
But our love story is too beautiful not to be shared. Too wonderful to be kept in the dark. And too real not to be acknowledged.
So, I kept on typing. I typed and typed into the dead of night. It was 12 AM already, and I was still wide awake. Ian was fast asleep on our bed. Yes, our bed. We moved in together this morning and Ian must be tired from all the heavy lifting.
When we got back together again three months ago, Ian suggested that I should move in with him in the city. But he was living in a studio slash warehouse type of place above the school. We didn't have enough space to put my stuff and everything, so we went apartment hunting and found this lovely two bedroom apartment in the West Village. Apartment hunting in New York City was more impossible than finding a needle in the haystack. So when we found this place, we immediately knew that we had to be quick before someone else snatches it.
The next thing I knew, we both signed the lease and we were moving boxes and furniture into the apartment. Sounds so adult, right? The word 'lease'. Anyway, if you couldn't tell, I was absolutely over the moon. I was typing into my laptop as I was watching Ian in his sleep. This felt like a dream come true.
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I lost track of time in the midst of all the typing, because when I glanced at the clock next, it was already 2.30 AM. I let out a little gasp in shock, as I didn't expect that I would up until this late. I wanted to stop writing, but I was on a roll. I was writing about the night Ian got a tattoo of my name on his chest. He did it the day after we got back together. I thought that was hella sweet of him. I smiled real wide every time I caught a glimpse of it.
I wished I could keep writing, but it was getting really late and I was feeling a little tired. My eyes darted to the comfy bed and back to my laptop screen, debating what I should do.
As if on cue, Ian stirred in his sleep and his hands were moving around, trying to find me on the bed. When he grasped nothing but air, he opened his eyes and saw me sitting on the desk in front of the laptop. He let out a yawn and propped himself up, and I gave him a sheepish smile.
"Baby girl, what time is it?" he said groggily.
"It's 2.32 AM..."
"What are you doing still up?"
"I'm feeling really inspired to write, I can't stop,"
Shaking his head a little, he told me, "You have your first day in the office tomorrow. You need to get some sleep,"
"I know, but..."
"You're too nervous to sleep?"
"Yeah..." I admitted finally.
"C'mere," he said as he lent his hand out.
I took one last look at the document on my screen before shutting the laptop closed. Getting up from the desk, I walked over to Ian on the bed, and I took his hand. He pulled me and wrapped me into a hug. I sighed into his chest as he kissed the top of my head gently.
Tilting my face up with his hand, he said, "It's perfectly normal to feel nervous on your first day. But you're gonna be okay,"
"Were you nervous on your first day teaching?"
"Hell yeah," he laughed. "And then the craziest thing happened. I met this girl, a student of mine, and she turned my world upside down,"
I couldn't help but giggle at that.
"You think that's funny?" he glared at me. "I had the worst time in that class. I ended up dismissing everyone early 'cause I was trying to fight my hard-ass boner,"
"You what?" I gaped.
"That was the worst and the best first day of work experience of my life," he chuckled.
Looking up at his warm dark brown eyes, I was reminded again of that first day of class. I thought I was the only one going crazy sitting at that desk in school, but turns out, he was too.
Smirking that wild, naughty smirk, suddenly Ian let go of the hug and he slid down my body. His hands were on my thighs, and they kept traveling down until they reached my feet.
"Ian, what are you doing?"
"Relax, baby girl," he said as he took my right foot in his hand. He started massaging it and I immediately let out a sigh of relief. "I just wanna help get this tension off of you,"
Getting a foot massage from Ian was equivalent to floating on a bed of clouds. I felt light and euphoric, like all my problems had suddenly disappeared. After massaging my right foot, Ian then went to my left foot. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, fully enjoying the feeling that Ian's hands were bringing me.
Suddenly and without warning, Ian brought my foot up to his mouth and he kissed them gently. I gasped in shock and opened my eyes. He didn't just kiss my foot, he put my toe into his mouth and started sucking on it.
Holy moly guacamole, that is hot as hell.
I couldn't help the small moans that escaped my lips. Ian stared straight at me, completely unfazed by what he was doing to me. After he was done sucking on my toe, he started trailing kisses from my foot up to my knee and into my inner thigh.
Oh!
And then I felt his mouth pressed against my lace underwear. He took in a deep breath and let out an appreciative groan. Slowly, his hands gripped the hem of my panties and he pulled it all the way down.
With my legs spread apart, Ian positioned himself in front of my entrance. Using his thumb, he gently grazed my folds and clit. He cocked his head to the side as if he was admiring it. Leaning in, he then licked all around my entrance and kissed my sensitive bud, but only lightly.
"Ian..." I said breathlessly.
"Stay still baby girl," he ordered. I was getting impatient, squirming and writhing underneath him. Using his other hand to hold me in place, he then said, "I just wanna see how beautiful you are,"
I blushed instinctively. Thankfully, his eyes were focused on my lower area and not my face. Leaning in, he started kissing me again, rolling his tongue all around my clit, sucking, and nibbling on it.
At this point, I couldn't do anything but tip my head back in ecstasy. Hot moans began escaping my lips as I arched my hips up, giving him more access. He buried his face deep into my folds, kissing and sucking, and running his tongue everywhere he could. My body trashed and jerked, my stomach felt the familiar clenching sensation, and I knew I was close.
Ian knew it too. He pushed a finger inside me and that was it. I was a goner. I let out the biggest sigh of relief as my orgasm rushed into me. I clenched and convulsed around his finger, and he didn't stop even for a second. I squirted all around his face, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, it only made him kiss me harder!
"That's it, baby girl," he murmured triumphantly to my skin.
I was still riding my wave of orgasm when I felt another finger joining in. His tongue was all over my clit and his two fingers began pumping in and out of me. He curled his fingers slightly so that every thrust would hit my g-spot directly. Within minutes, I was sent over the edge again. My fingers dug deep into the sheets as I screamed in pure ecstasy.
"Damn, you're so beautiful when you cum,"
I opened my eyes and saw that Ian's gaze was stuck on my face. He was watching me the entire time. All the while, his tongue and fingers didn't stop their assault. He slowed down for a moment, before picking the pace back up again. He flicked, sucked, and nibbled on my clit with his tongue. Pushing his fingers deep inside me, he shook them violently against my walls.
"Oh, god, Ian!" my hips jerked against him responsively.
"Yes," he hissed. "Cum for daddy, baby,"
He bit down on my clit harshly and I was hit with another wave of orgasm. I swear, it felt like I was being struck by lighting. My body jerked and convulsed roughly against him as I cried aloud. Yes, the orgasm was so intense, I cried.
Everything was happening so fast. I didn't realize my body was under so much stress, until Ian broke the dam and everything burst out.
"Baby girl, are you okay?" Ian cooed me gently. He climbed on top of me, his face was hovering on top of mine.
I gave him a weak smile and nodded my head. He kissed the tears on my cheeks away and when he was done, he kissed the top of my head, gently and tenderly. My ragged breaths calmed down instinctively.
"You have nothing to worry about, you hear me?" he whispered softly into my ears. Looking straight into my eyes with a warm gaze and a knowing smile, he said, "You're gonna slay your first day, I just know you will,"
Not waiting for me to respond, Ian snaked his arms around my body and pulled me tightly into his chest. My back was against his chest and his arms were linked around my waist. He was spooning me, and in that position, I could feel his hard erection pressed against my lower back.
"Ian..." I started.
"Sssh," he shushed me, putting a finger on my lips, and said, "Just go to sleep, baby,"
"But..."
"Don't worry about it," he said sternly. "I just wanna take care of you tonight,"
He tightened his grip around my body, as if to say that was the end of the discussion. I couldn't help but smile. He only wanted to make me feel good, even if that was at his expense.
"Ian," I whispered softly, turning my head to the side so I could catch a glimpse of his face, "Thank you,"
"What for?" he chuckled drily.
"For being the best teacher a girl could ever ask for,"
I couldn't see his face fully, but I could feel him smiling against my cheek.
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When I opened my eyes next, I could see the sunlight cutting through the window. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 6.45 AM. I didn't have to be up for another hour, but my eyes and my body was already so energized.
Maybe last night had something to do with it?
I smiled to myself as I glanced down at my legs. They were still tangled and intertwined with Ian's. Stirring back gently, Ian groaned softly in his sleep and lifted his arm from on top of me. I was now free to move around a bit. Peeling myself away slightly, I glanced back and noticed the bulge that formed against his boxer briefs.
For a long while, I just sat there and let my eyes roam Ian's naked body. The sunlight was hitting his skin in this warm tone and he just looked so gorgeous, lying there. When I caught sight of my name on his chest, a smile crept up my lips. And when my eyes glimpsed at his bulge again, my tongue went to lick my lips instinctively.
Suddenly, I caught a wild idea. Ian was lying on his back and his arms were on his side. Carefully, I moved and positioned myself in between his open legs. My fingers found the hem of his boxer briefs and I pulled it down gently, revealing Ian's manhood to my face. Without giving it a second thought, I held onto him with one hand and I rolled my tongue along his length. Ian stirred and groaned in response. I caught his tip with my lips and I kissed him long and sweet.
"Wha...?" Ian opened his voice and mumbled inaudibly. He blinked several times as if to make sure what he was seeing was real.
"Emma?" he croaked in disbelief.
"Good morning, daddy," I replied seductively, smiling a naughty smile, and I continued kissing his tip.
I felt him growing harder in my hand. He was big, as my hand could barely encircle his girth. I grew more confident and I took more of him into my mouth, forcing my throat down as much as I could.
"What are you d - Holy shit!"
I sucked and rolled my tongue harder around him. I could feel him tensing all around me, and I took it as a good sign.
"Oh fúck, that's it," he grunted and tipped his head back. "Oh, fúck me,"
I felt so powerful all of a sudden. Normally, I was the one at his mercy, but he was completely under my control this time. Giggling a little, I continued working on his length. I took him harder and further, as much as I could, and I slurped my tongue wetly on his pulsing glans.
"Oh yeah... oh shit, oh fúck!"
He gripped the back of my head with his hand as if to tell me to keep going. I could feel him pulsing inside my mouth, he must be close. So, I sucked in a deep breath and took his entire length, bobbing my head up and down in a rigorous movement.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum!" he warned.
"Cum, daddy," I instructed. "Cum into my mouth,"
The next thing I knew, his hot spurts filled my mouth and I had to be careful not to choke myself. I gulped and swallowed as much as I could, but he was still spurting more load into my mouth. There was so much that some of it trickled down the corner of my lips. I wiped the excess with my hand and brought my finger back to my lips, sucking it dry.
Ian lay panting on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbow and shook his head from side to side, smiling in disbelief at me.
"Damn, baby girl, what was that all about?"
I shrugged nonchalantly and smirked playfully, "Nothing, I just wanna wish my daddy a good morning,"
Still shaking his head from side to side, Ian bit his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling too much. With one hand cupping my cheek, he brought my face up to his and said, "Damn, baby. It's like the student has become the teacher now,"
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- - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -