[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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Harry Styles
She holds my hand as we walk into my house, closing the door behind me. She walks backwards and grins which makes me smile. I had a bag full of shit I needed to grade, and I just wanted to relax. How do people have energy after school?
"I have to grade papers," I whisper, making her stop. She looks at me again, biting her lip.
"I know," she whispers, opening the study door behind her. In the room it had a desk with a gaming computer, a space where my laptop would go, a coffee table and a white couch with a TV on the wall.
We walk in and she closes the door behind me as I put down the heavy bag of papers and my laptop. She grabs her phone and sits at the couch, laying down on it. "So I'll wait," she grins again.
She's planning something.
"Are you sure? I can do this later,"
"No procrastination," she shakes her head. I hand her the remote, letting her choose whatever she wants to out on with it.
"Thank you," I smile down at her, leaning over to press my lips to hers. She smiles into the kiss, nodding when I pull away. I tuck hair behind her ear and walk over to the desk so I was now to the side of her, the window on my left.
I take a stack of the papers and put my glasses on, they're just for reading. I take a red pen and pull the cap off, putting it on the bottom of the pen and moving my hair out the way.
I ended up grading about a stack of 20 papers in an hour which wasn't king surprisingly, I put them in a pile and take my glasses off to run my eyes.
I still had to grade more, set work for tomorrow, actually spend time with Cora, make something for the two of us and then probably pass out.
I love being a teacher.
The TV was playing something random, I wasn't sure what it was and I don't think she did either. I close my eyes and put my eyes in my hands and continue to rub them.
I feel hands on my cheeks which makes me pull away and she looks down at me with a pout. She pushes the chair out and swings her leg over mine and sits on my knees, I grab her hips. "How many have you got left?"
I look at the pile, there were still a lot.
"I didn't know it was going to take this long," I rasp, rubbing her hips.
"It's okay, you're a teacher, you're gonna have to put me aside and do some of your work," she rubs her hands down my chest.
"I know but, I feel bad for just putting you there," I huff. She was wearing a tight green too, it wasn't to low a cleavage because she didn't want to her dress coded, a black leggings with black Vans. I look down at her chest, the top part of her cleavage.
She puts her hands on the back of my neck and uses her fingers to tangle in the hair on the back of my neck. "I see your marking mine," she holds up the sheet of paper with Cora on the top left corner.
I nod with a hum.
She puts the paper on the desk and shuffles closer. Her chest was eyesight with me right now and I look at her again. She had a black bra on, I could see some of the strap.
I slide my hands up her hourglass shaped body, up to the side of her rib cage. I bite my lip as she leans into my neck. I tilt my head up before she turns it. She softly kisses my neck which doesn't worry me because she's just kissing it.
I slide my hands back down to her ass, only putting my hands on the black material. She inhaled deeply when I give her ass a small squeeze and that's when something inside her clicked.
She bites down on my skin, sucking. I part my lips and now hold her hips firmly. "Cora," I whisper. She couldn't give me a hickey because what's everyone going to think if I show up to school tomorrow with a hickey on my neck?
She wasn't stopping.
Ashe sucked a little harder and I may have gotten a little bit hard from it. It was a slight tightness to my jeans and it made her roll her hips on mine and I don't even think she notices it.
I open my eyes, my breath hitched in my throat when she nicks the skin with her teeth. Holy shit she's good at this. She's never given me a hickey that I can remember the feeling off. "Fuck," I whine, my jeans tightening down my thigh now.
I then feel her hand down on the crotch of my jeans, applying pressure and it sent me too the edge. She knows what she's doing and it's incredibly hot. Fuck sakes.
My neck was stinging, my jaw locking from it being open for so long. She pulls away and grabs my jaw and pulls it onto her lips. I arch her back on to the table so I lean forward and she arches her back.
I kiss her roughly, our lips smacking. She grabs my hair and tugs on it, wrapping her legs around me, depending on me so she doesn't fall. She won't fall, I'm holding her up.
We pant though our noses and my stomach burns. She reaches down to my jeans and undid my belt. Fuck, round three?
I smirk into the kiss, pulling away so she was on her elbows and I had her around my hips. She looked up at me with her innocent eyes. I looked down at the position we were in, she was on the edge of the desk and I was between her perfect legs and I've never wanted to fuck her more.
Not yet, she's not ready.
She looks down too, my dick incredibly hard in my jeans that I just wanted to release. She's so easy to get off from. "What do you want?" she whispers, running a hand down my shoulder, down my arm and to the hand that's on her hip.
To fuck you right here right now.
"You tell me," I play off. She bites her lip, harshly. "I have an idea, but...to think of we're ready for that step,"
Whatever she's thinking she's probably right. If she wants me to fuck he right here, then she's thinking what I'm thinking. We only just started dating yesterday, this time yesterday, she's not ready for that yet, I need to hold off until she is ready.
I've had many dreams about her and I, I can't help them nor wake myself up from them. I just imagine fucking her from behind, I don't know why I'm having them this early into our relationship but because I enjoyed the night we first hooked up, it's been in my mind since. It's happened to a few of my exes too, not just her.
"You're not ready for that yet," I whisper, shaking my head.
"I could be—"
"Never force yourself into that," I say, shaking my head. She looks up at me, still sitting back on her elbows. "I don't know what relationships you've been in, but I would never force you into anything, expect anything in return from you, expecting you to do something — if you want to do it, do it but never do it because either I asked and you don't want to say no or just agree with it so I don't get angry, do you understand?" I say which makes her stare at me, nodding.
"Yeah," she nods, whispering. She sits up. She cups my jaw and pulls it so I meet lips with hers. "The same goes for you," she whispers. "If you don't want me doing something, tell me not too or don't just go with it because you think I'll get mad, it goes the same way, okay?"
I nod. "Okay," I agree. She smiles and leans up to kiss me again. I up her jaw too, her hands going to the side of my neck so I could feel the hickey she made out of sensitivity.
