Teaching love

6: A very heated encounter and hurt feelings

*Harmony*

It feels utterly perfect, like our lips are made to fit together. His arms feels so strong around me. His hands are finding bare skin under my shirt on my lower back, and the contact feels so intense, so burning, that I gasp against his lips.

I know that there is no way of stopping this. No way of reeling in the passion we just released, so I just hope that we are truly alone and no one get the idea to suddenly show up.

His mouth is leaving trails down my neck as I start pulling at his shirt. It's in the way. I need to feel his skin against mine. He is panting, mumbling incoherent words against my skin.

Finally I manage to get the offending shirt of, running my hands over his strong chest, it is naturally well toned and covered in dark hair. He manage to untie the front of my shirt, not taking his lips of my skin for a second, exposing my breast, as I am not wearing a bra.

"God you are beautiful". He mumbles, his mouth moving to my breast, his warm lips closing around my n****e, his tongue twirling around it, flickering over it. I am throwing my head back, gasping, my hands grabbing his hair, running through it, pulling at it.

I never experienced desire this intense, it feels like I will go crazy if it isn't sated soon. My body is burning, it is burning for him. Our hands and lips exploring, kissing, grabbing at each other in a feverish haze of lust.

He grabs me, sitting me on the grand piano in the corner, and I giggle when I hear the sound my ass on the keys make, but it quickly turns into moans as he kneels between my thighs, spreading my legs. The high slid make the skirt fall open, exposing my soaked panties which he pulls of in a swift movement, before burying his face in my warm folds.

I hold on with all I got not to slide of. Hearing the piano strum with each movement, as his mouth and tongue does so sinful things to me, that even I would blush having to say it.

"Oh oh oh shiiiiiiit". I desperately claw at the piano, making some serious noise as my body shakes with the pleasure of my climax.

He is back on his feet, kissing me with a burning desire and I jump down from the piano, my hands ripping his jeans open. My words are more like little gasps. "I.. need.. you.. NOW".

I pull down his jeans and boxers, and he steps out of them as I push him backwards into the pile of clothes that are going to get thrown out anyways. He looks up at me with such passion in his eyes, that I feel like I can't breathe. Then I step over him and tortuous slowly lower myself down on him, making his eyes roll back.

He grabs my hips as I start to move up and down, slowly, enjoying the way he fills me, like we are a perfect fit. My hand, raking over his chest, as I feel the pressure building. I am snapping my hips down, grinding into him.

One of his hands find my chest, playing with my hard n****e, the other one is still holding my hip in a tight grip. He is moaning deeply and it is the single most erotic sound I ever heard.

I am getting so close, and suddenly he grabs my hips with both hands again, thrusting hard up into me, and my whole world starts spinning as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me.

Before I can even catch my breath, he has me on my back, thrusting hard into me. I fold my legs up around him, grabbing his shoulders, as each roll of his hips sends ripples of pleasure through me.

I can feel he is getting close too, as he ups his pace, and his sounds get deeper, more primal. And then he stiffens slightly, before pounding through his orgasm as he chants my name, he pulls me with him, giving me my strongest orgasm yet.

He slumps down next to me on the pile of old clothes. We are both sweaty and panting for air and his voice is a breathless near whisper. "Wow.. that was.. Unexpected. s**t I definitely didn't plan for that.. it was.. wow".

We look at each other and we both start giggling. I sit up. "Maybe we should go back to your place before we continue this ?"

"Sounds like a great idea". He says collection his clothes, pulling it on, as I straighten mine out. We put the costumes were they need to go, before leaving for his apartment.

*Will*

I have just lighted the candles on the table, when I hear the key turn in the lock. It is saturday but Sandra has still been to the office all day. But that has given me time to clean the house and make a romantic dinner to surprise her.

"Hi darling, I hope you are hungry". I say sending her a smile as she walks into the living-room, stepping out of her louboutin heels.

She put her bag on the table, not seeming to notice the romantic setting and shrugs of her jacket. "Not really, I grabbed something on the way. I am catching a quick shower and changing clothes, I need to go out for a couple of friends with a possible business partner".

"But.. but I thought we could have a romantic dinner together". I say, knowing that I sound rather pathetic. "That we could spend the evening together".

"Not today Will". She says sounding annoyed. "I know it is hard for someone like you to understand, but I need to get out there, meet people, create a network, get contacts".

"Someone like me ? What do you mean by that ?" I ask her, instantly regretting asking, that I know it can only end badly.

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "A high school teacher Will". She says in the way you would talk to a child. "Someone stuck in a dead end job, teaching a subject with absolutely no future. Why you wasted your intelligence and a good college education on something that boring I will never understand".

"No I kind of get that, as you never fail to point that out". I say bitterly. How did we end up here ? I am sure it hadn't been like this in the beginning.

She just shakes her head and walks toward the bedroom, mumbling to herself. "Yeah God forbid he should have some ambitions about doing something that really matter".

I snuff out the candles and go into the kitchen, throwing out the dinner. I have lost my appetite. I am fighting the tears that threatens to fall. She would laugh if she saw me cry.

"You look beautiful". I tell her when she emerges from the bedroom all dolled up and she kisses me softly, giving me a smile. "Thank you Will. Don't wait up okay, it might get late".

When she is gone I throw myself on the couch and turn on the tv. What am I to do ? How can I get us back to where we were ?

I can't focus on the tv, so I grab the local paper flipping through the pages, not really reading anything. But then the notification for the small local cinema hits my eyes. They are finally showing the new live action disney version of 'Beauty and the beast' and they have a late show tonight.

I grab my phone and go get my list of students that are in the musical, sending everyone a message about the movie, telling them that if they want to watch it for inspiration we can meet in front of the cinema 20.45 and all watch it together, and then grab at cup of tea in the cafe after, talking about it.

I send a message to Alex to but shortly after I get an answer back. 'Sorry, no can do today, very very busy'. And I get a feeling my little plan has worked very well.

The answers from the students starts ticking in, some of the younger ones are not allowed so late, others have prior engagements and some don't answer so I am guessing they are busy. Finally I get a message saying. 'Sure I am in. Sounds great. See you all there'.

But then I realise that it is Paige. And I start wonder if this will be a good idea. I mean I am not sure that it is okay to go just me and one student. And even less when it is her. But I can't really write back that I can't be alone with her. And a part of me really want to.

I hurry out in the bathroom, taking a shower, wondering why I am doing that. After the shower I stand in my bedroom, wondering what to wear, I suit would definitely be to much, but what then ?