A Glow Of Happiness

Chapter 23. Isa

"Let me focus on what the teacher is saying," I hiss as William kisses my neck.

We've been back to school for a week now, and turns out William and I have almost all our classes together. Let's just say I haven't been able to focus much. He always makes us sit in the back so he can freely kiss me at all times.

"I know you love my kisses," he says in a husky voice.

"I do, but not in the middle of a class. You're a big distraction," I groan.

"Oh Sugar, if only you knew how big of a distraction I can be," he smirks.

The hidden meaning of what he just said erupts in my mind, and suddenly I wish I knew how big of a distraction he can be. This is getting out of hand, the sexual tension between us is unbearable. I try to focus on the teacher talking, but the only thing I have in mind is William's kisses.

"Are you still coming to my place tonight?" he asks, still kissing my neck.

"Yes, I can drive with you after this class," I gulp down.

"Perfect," he grins.

The rest of the class is a total blur. Between my trying to focus, and William doing everything possible to distract me, I lost my mind. Once the class is over William practically makes us run out of class and to his car. We jump in and he drives off.

"You have to stop distracting me in class," I say confidently.

"I think you're right," he laughs.

"Really?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Well if you haven't already realized by the bulge in my pants, me kissing you turns me on more than I would have expected," he smirks.

I keep looking in front of me, even though I have a sudden urge to look down to see if what he's saying is true. I feel my whole body craving his more and more, and suddenly I know exactly what I want to do tonight. I close my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts, but nothing can distract me from how much I want him.

"Can you drive faster before I jump you in this car," I blurt out.

My words seem to surprise William just as much as they surprise me, because his eyes widen and he's left speechless.

"I don't think you even realize what you do to me," he whispers.

"If it's anything close to what you do to me, I have a clear idea in mind," I admit.

He doesn't answer, but the way his body tenses up tells me everything. Once we get to his place it feels like an unspoken plan has been put in action. We both walk quickly to his apartment, both nervous and excited. I follow him inside his place and we both silently walk to the kitchen. I sit on the counter like I always do, and he gets two mugs out.

"Do you want coffee?" he asks.

"Not really," I say absentmindedly.

The only thing I want is his lips on mine.

"Anything to eat?" he asks.

"No," I groan.

"You seem impatient," he smirks as he gets closer to me.

He places himself between my legs and puts his hands on my waist. He leaves a trail of kisses on my neck, going lower until he gets to the collar of my shirt.

"So, is there something you wanted to do?" he asks hungrily.

"Maybe," I whisper.

He gently bites my earlobe and starts kissing my jaw.

"What do you have in mind?"

"You. Me. Naked." I suggest seductively.

This seems to turn him on because his lips crash on mine and suddenly we are kissing like we need each other to breathe. His hands are under my shirt, and my hands are busy taking his pants off. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. He never stops kissing me passionately as he walks us to the room. He gently drops me on the bed and places himself over me. I finish unbuttoning his pants and he takes them off. I can see his hard-on still hidden by his boxer, and I automatically put my hand on it. I rub gently up and down and a loud groan escapes his lips.

"Fuck," he whispers.

He takes my shirt off, and my bra, and he starts kissing my breast. He playfully nibbles on my breast and a moan escapes my lips. I want him inside me so much it hurts. I get his shirt off, and my hands roam free on his muscular chest. He stops my hands and goes lower, still leaving kisses on my body until he gets to my pants. He takes them off and looks at me with loving eyes.

"Can I undress you completely?" he asks.

"Yes, please," I plead.

He takes off my panties, and his boxer which leaves us both completely naked in front of each other, like we were in the shower at Nick's chalet. William starts rubbing gently down there, and a wave of heat takes over my body.

"Just get inside me already," I moan.

He stops himself and comes closer to me. He kisses me gently and all his emotions are poured into the kiss.

"I don't want to "fuck" you; I want to make love to you Sugar," he says.

These words just make me love him even more, because let's be honest I've loved him for a while now. I nod slowly, letting him know I'm ok with what he said.

"Let me take care of you," he says and kisses me passionately.

***

We are lying in bed, both naked and cuddled to each other. The sheets are covering our bodies, but we are both hot and soar from what just happened. William is looking at him, and I can almost see the love in his eyes, but I don't want to give myself false hopes so I shake it off.

"My father is dead," he blurts out.

I'm shook at his revelation, even though I already knew from the events that went down in his hometown. We never talked about it afterward though, and him opening up warms my heart.

"The guy that I beat up is Steve. His brother is the reason for my father's death," he says.

Every word seems painful to say, and wish I could take away the pain.

"My father's car broke down, and I was in class, and my friend Jackson went to get him," he pauses. "Jackson went to get him, but he was high and he shouldn't have been driving," he whispers.

A small tear rolls down his cheeks, and I wait for him to be ready to go on. I gently wipe away his tear and leave a small kiss on his forehead.

"They got into an accident and my father died. Jackson came out without a fucking bruise," he spits out.

More tears are rolling down his cheeks now, and his eyes are red and puffy. Everything he always bottles up seems to come out, and he seems so broken and vulnerable.

"My friend, someone I trusted, is the reason for my father's death," he cries.

He hides his face in the crook of my neck and holds me close.

"Thank you for telling me," I whisper.

I play in his hair as he cries and finally let out the pain he's been carrying around for so long.