So Many Reasons Why (14 page)

“You are a pervert,” I agreed, smiling at his mouth dropped
open, “But if I had to let anyone pervert me, it would be you.” I giggled. His
head shot up. A grin spread across his face. Oh god this guy could get under my
skin. He reached over and grabbed my hand. He gently placed a finger to his
mouth and kissed it. He watched me intently, his eyes burning into my own. I
smiled, letting him know I was okay.

       I let him pull me
closer until our lips touched. The feel of his kiss too much, yet not enough.
His body against me, I could feel his hardness. I loved that I had that effect
on him. We kissed, again and again, each time with more urgency than the last.
I let myself relax as my inner goddess began to emerge. I lifted myself on top
of him. Slowly, I began to unbutton my top He watched, with a mix of surprise
and anticipation. I slowly rubbed myself against his erection. He groaned,
cocking his head as he watched me remove my top.

“Fuck, Emma. Oh god.” His hands trailed up to my naked waist
as I unclasped my bra. He groaned as he fumbled his way out of his pants.
Removing my panties, I pushed my skirt up and positioned myself over him.

I gasped as he entered me, gently rocking myself back and
forth. His grip around my waist tightened. Rolling me onto my back, he took
control, thrusting himself deeper and faster inside of me.

“God, you feel so good.” He looked into my eyes, I gasped
again, as the climax began to heighten inside of me.

“Faster.” I panted, arching my back. He obliged, his
expression full of desire. “Oh my!”

I gasped as I felt him explode inside of me. He rolled over
next to me, out of breath. I snuggled in under his arm.

“That was amazing.” He nodded, still unable to string words
together. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I felt myself drifting off as
his fingers softly stroked my shoulder.

I woke to find Simon lying facing me. He smiled. He had been
awake for a while, judging by his level of alertness. I glanced over at the
table, where Maddie was eating cereal.

“How long have you been awake?” I yawned. I rolled over into
his arms. His warmth engulfed me. I stretched my arms above his head, wrapping
them around his neck. He kissed me again. His lips touched mine. So damn soft.
I loved his lips.

“Since 6. It's 7:30 now.” He added, correctly anticipating
my next question. “I have to get going. Too much work on today.” He kissed me
again, this time his lips lingered on mine. He didn't want to go. I didn't want
him to go either.

“Will you be over later?” I knew the answer would be yes. I
just liked hearing it.

“This was a bad idea.” I gulped. The panic was setting in
and I hadn't even left the lounge yet.  I'd told Simon I was working to
overcome my agoraphobia, now he was insisting he was going to help. His logic
made sense. Having him to focus on made it easier to forget how hard it was to
get outside my bubble.

“Seriously? We haven't even reached the door.”

“Oh because it’s so fucking easy for you,
Mr-all-together-in-the-head.” I ranted. Simon burst out laughing. I glowered at
him. His amusement was not helping.

“Em, have you met me? I'm a thirty-eight year old teacher
slash District Attorney slash father of a four year old who is in love with a
student! Does that read easy to you?” My head shot up. Did he say love? He is
in love with me? His face reddened as the realisation of what he'd just said
dawned on him. My fingers tightened around his.

“You love me?” I teased softly. It was the first time he'd
actually said it. He loved me.

He loved me.

“Yes, I love you. Now concentrate on me.” He ordered. I drew
in a deep breath. I looked at Simon, trying to block out everything around me.
His eyes were beautiful. I could look into them forever. And his lips. Oh god
his lips. I could only imagine the pleasure he could give me with those lips.
And that tongue. Fuck, I could almost feel his tongue on me. Was it possible to
orgasm through thought alone?

“Em? You did it.” I broke out of my daydream and looked
around. I was outside. Well, technically I was still inside considering I was
only in the hallway, but I was outside of my apartment. I hadn't been outside
my apartment since I'd moved in. Even then I'd been so sedated I had no memory
of it.

I began to shiver. My lip started to quiver. I forced myself
to breathe. It wasn't being outside that made me panic. It was
knowing
I
was outside.

I felt a lump in my throat begin to form. That could only
mean one thing. Tears. I tried to hold them back, but it was no use.

“Good girl Em, deep breaths.” I felt Simon's arms wrap
around me. I was safe. I felt safe. I was outside my apartment and nothing bad
had happened. I let Simon lead me back inside. He gently guided me to the
couch, laying my head on a cushion and putting my feet up.

“I am so unbelievably proud of you, baby.” He whispered.
Hell yeah. I was proud of myself! Take that, life engulfing agoraphobia! I was
going to kick your ass!

I drifted off to sleep.

My head was throbbing. The intense pain is what knocked me
out of my sleep I was sure. I lifted my head, and the pain intensified. I
glanced around. It took me a moment to realise I was on the couch, bent into
all types of angles. My skirt had risen slightly, displaying my lovely comfy
undies.

Damn you comfy blue and pink undies.

“Hi you.” Simon smiled, his eyes on my derriere. I blushed
and sat up, straitening my skirt in the process. He laughed, turning his
attention back to his laptop. “Essays.” He explained. I jumped up.

My essay. Shit.

“Holy fucking shit are you serious?” I ran my hands through
my hair, trying to relieve the pounding pain. I imagined telling my parents I'd
failed a class. Maybe I could throw in a 'By the way I'm in love with a teacher
twice my age.' At least that would throw the focus off the fail. I began to
pace up and down the length of the couch.

“Settle down, Em.” I glared at Simon, his smile abruptly
fading.

“Settle?” I screeched. “You want me to fucking settle?” How
could I? This would ruin my future. There was no way in hell they'd let me into
honours with a fail against my name. Shit, shit, shit.

“Em!” Shouted Simon. I sat down. “Don’t you ever check your student
email anymore? With so many extension requests, I've given everyone an extra
week.” I felt my heart rate begin to return to normal. What a fucking relief.
What would I have done? I'd really been neglecting my workload since Simon.
Which is impressive, considering I had fuck all to do with my time.

 “You couldn’t have told me that in person?”

Simon rolled his eyes at my annoyance. “Exactly how much
time have you spent on your essay in the last week anyway, Emma?”

“That is so beside the point. It would have been nice to
know I had extra time is all I’m saying.”

“Yes and if you’d checked your email like every other
student, you would have known.” He kissed me on my nose.

“I need you to go and not bother me for two days.” I
announced. Simon's mouth dropped open. Obviously he hadn't been expecting that.
He looked stunned.

“What?”

“I need a great grade. You are a distraction.”  I
shrugged my shoulders, illustrating how simple it was. Simon pulled me back
into his arms. He nibbled at my neck.

“I'll give you a distraction.” He muttered. Oh boy. Well
maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, I reasoned, letting him work his way
down to my collarbone, and back up toward my lips. He turned my head and met my
lips with a forceful kiss. I felt my insides melt. This man was amazing. All
sorts of wonderful. He made me feel so alive, so wanted. I wanted him. If I was
going to go without him for a week, I needed to feel him inside of me, and
soon.

“Are you coming?” Halfway to the bedroom, I turned to Simon,
who was still lying on the couch.

 
“I thought I was
being kicked out?” He smiled cheekily. Leading him down the hallway, I tossed
my head over my shoulder.

“You will be when I’m done with you.” He kissed me. Slowly,
he unbuttoned my shirt. He ran his hand from my neck down past my belly button,
making me shiver. I was so turned on. He lifted the shirt off my shoulders,
letting it float to the floor.

His fingers traced the straps of my bra. He pulled down each
strap, exposing my breasts. He breathed in sharply, gently licking my neck with
his tongue. His mouth travelled down, over my nipple, circling, rousing
feelings deep inside me I never knew I had.

“Oh lord.” I gasped, losing my balance. He caught me and
manoeuvred me onto the bed. We fell onto the bed, he held himself above me as
he took a moment to take my naked body in.

“You are so damn beautiful.” Simon pushed his hand up my
skirt, pulling both it and my panties down in one swift movement. I stepped out
of them, kicking them aside. He guided me back onto the bed, edging my knees
apart. Pulling himself on top of me, I could feel his hardness teasing me,
making me even wetter. I thrust my body upward, trying to force him inside of
me.

“So eager.” He teased, amused. He kissed me again, a wicked
smile playing on his lips. He pulled away from me.

“What are you doing?” I said confused. He stopped just short
of my stomach, his smile widening.

“I'm playing, Miss Mancelli.”

“Oh GOD!” I cried, as he worked away with his tongue. I
instinctively grasped the back of his head, grinding him into me. I ignored his
muffled laugh, as his tongue continued to stroke me, each touch lifting me
higher. My body finally releasing into the most intense orgasm I'd ever
experienced.

“Stop, stop, oh please, Fuck!” I cried, writhing from side
to side, yet not releasing my grip on his hair. He slowed, his tongue still
inside me. “Oh god. Oh Wow.” I groaned, jumping at every touch, but not quite
ready to pull myself away. Each touch felt like I was being shocked with a
thousand volts of electricity. My body jerked in response to the overwhelming
intensity of the orgasm.

Finally, when I couldn’t take another moment of him inside
me I frantically pushed him away from me.

       “Did you enjoy that, my
dear?” he kissed me again, his kisses trailing down to my breasts. “So
beautiful.”

I reached my hand out. He was hard. Very hard. I leaned down
to kiss him, pulling him on top of me. I positioned my legs wider apart,
allowing his hardness to fall at my entrance. He breathed in deeply. He lifted
himself above me again, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. He didn't take
his eyes off me when he entered me. I gasped, biting my lip. Each thrust filled
me more, causing me to gasp with delight. His thrusts became more urgent as he
held onto my leg, lifting it higher.

“Oh my god you feel so good. You're so wet. So tight.” He
groaned. “So damn tight.”  I clenched, wanting to feel him deep inside me.
I could feel he was about to come.

“I love you, Simon.” I whispered, gasping as he pushed into
me harder and harder. I felt him explode inside me, his warmth filling me as he
orgasmed.

“God Em, what am I going to do without you for a whole two
days.” He groaned. He lifted himself off me and collapsed next to me. We were
both covered in the sticky smell of sex. He was panting hard. I smiled.

“Did I feel good?” I asked shyly, knowing the answer
already.

“You have to ask?” He laughed. “You felt amazing.” He pulled
me into his arms.

I clicked word count. Surely I had to be above a thousand words
by now. I’d been sitting at the computer for close to two hours. Only four
hundred words? How the hell was that possible? I blushed, thinking about last
night. I knew exactly how it was possible.

Simon. I couldn't keep my thoughts off him. I wondered what
he was doing now. I grabbed my phone and dialled. A five minute break wouldn't
hurt right? Yes, I was kidding myself, but what the hell. Maybe he would
inspire me. He picked up after two rings.
            “Mr
Anderson, I hear you’re good at problem solving. That you really like to get
under things and work up through them.” 
            “Is that so?
Well I do try very hard...” His voice trailed out. I giggled. This was way
better than some stupid essay.
            “Mm I love
it when you’re hard.” I whispered. I was trying my very best to sound sultry
            “Careful Em,
I'm at work.” He said sharply. I bit my lip. That sounded like a challenge, and
I loved challenges. I could picture him, sitting at his desk, a room full of
students. I could hear the unease in his voice. He was nervous about what I’s
say next. This control was such a turn on.
            “Well I
wouldn’t want to be inappropriate, Mr Anderson. I won’t talk about the bubble
bath I just took, or how I just touched myself thinking about what I want to do
to you.”
“Shit!” He cursed, his voice low and gravelly. “I am in the middle of an exam
room with 200 students and you’re getting me hard”
            “I hope
nobody asks for help then.” I teased “How would you explain that one?”
            “I'm going
now Em.”
            “I can't
wait till Sunday. I'm going to suck you so-”
            “Goodbye!”
The dial tone rang in my ear. I collapsed on the couch in fits of giggles. The
bastard hung up on me. He was so going to pay for that!

Saturdays were the worst. They were put aside strictly for
cleaning. If I didn't have a day set aside for cleaning I'd never do it.
Saturday always seemed like a good day for it, because it’s not like I had a
social life to work into my schedule. Today I decided to tackle the couch.
Orange hairs covered the fabric like a blanket. Carol glared at me, clearly
offended.

"Paranoid much?" I tickled behind her ear. She
arched her back and purred. I swear she winked at me. I tossed up between the
vacuum cleaner and a dust brush. Vacuum cleaner won.
"Thanks mom." I dragged the Dyson out of the shortage room. Best
present ever. Carol hissed her disagreement. She shot out of the room.
            "What
the hell are you doing?" Tom stood in the doorway, hands on his hips.
            "What
does it look like?" I grumbled, dusting the cat hair off my knees. I'd
been straddling the top of the couch trying to get the damn cat hair off.
           
"Honestly? It looks you're getting freaky with the couch." He raised
his eyes at the cleaning nozzle and took in my underpants and sports bra.
"Been a while, has it?" His eyes danced with amusement. He was loving
this. He thought he was so funny.