[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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Cora Bailey With him buried inside of me, I bite my lip. He looks down at me, kissing me softly. He waits for me to adjust which took about a minute before I nodded. I'm that time he kissed me a few times, rubbing my cheek.
He then started to rock his hips into mine which made me gasp and cup his jaw, feeling the pleasure course through me already. I part my lips as he grunts, causing me to grip his neck slightly harder in pleasure.
I bite my lip, feeling him slide in and out of me which was just my own euphoria by itself. However despite how bad I thought this was going to be, I was feeling pleasure. I moan softly, he leans down to kiss my neck.
I grab his hair, moaning into his ear. He breathes heavily, giving me pleasure. "Harry," I moan. He kisses my neck, sucking on it softly. I part my lips and breathe out bliss, my heart racing.
He moans, a sweet noise so foreign. I wrap my legs around his lower waist, feeling dips in his lower back. I smile, running my hands down his back, taking my legs off them and feel dips in his skin.
"You have back dimples too," I whisper with a smile which makes him pull his head back and look over his shoulder so I saw his throat cutting jawline.
"I hate them," he mutters. "And now that you told me that wives tale, it's all I can think about,"
I grin, pecking his nose. "You're welcome," I wrap my legs around his waist again. He smiles and looks down, I look up at the ceiling, feeling him slide in and out of me. "Harry, yes," I whine.
He looks back at me, still rocking into me so my body collided with his hips, my lips staying parted. I moan, closing my eyes and turning my head to his neck, pressing my lips to it.
He pants, groaning. I moan again, this time smiling. I look at him, his eyes closed, lips parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed. He looked so good right now, giving us both pleasure. I smile and press my lips to the space between his eyebrows, holding the sides of his head again.
He moaned and dropped his head on my chest, my eyes closing. I moan too, squeezing his hips with my legs and my toes curl in pleasure. "Harry," I moan again, knowing damn well he loves when I do that.
I do love the fact that he was going to have a baby but I do feel a tiny bit jealous that she got to have a baby with him, if I was his age, I'd ask to have his baby. And because I've wanted to be pregnant for the longest time but make it planned. I wish I could have his baby. I just wish I was old enough to have it, or have one.
I can't imagine what his and I's baby would look like. He or she would have brown hair, probably have Harrys curls and hazel or green eyes, I wasn't sure. It's probably have his dimples and soft heart.
What the fuck? Woah, why was I thinking about this?
"Oh my god," I realise. But he just nods into my neck, probably thinking I was saying that because of us but I wasn't. I pant and widen my eyes. No, why was I thinking this?
