my teacher

chapter 52

Derek's pov:
I wake up, opening my eyes slowly. I turn over to pull her into my arms but sigh when I realise she's not there.

I groan, sitting up slowly. I get up and put on my pyjama bottoms, staying shirtless. I go downstairs.

A huge grin appears on my face as I see her listening to Taylor swift whilst cooking breakfast in the kitchen, singing along with the music, using the spatula as a microphone.

Her hair is in a loose high messy bun, she's wearing a pair of my socks that I usually play football in but she stole a while ago, my shirt that she took off of me last night and her panties.

I walk over. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. She gasps. "Mhmm" she smiles, relaxing as she realises its just me.

"Good morning sweetheart" she says. "Good morning my gorgeous" I whisper. She smiles. "Did you have fun last night?" I turn her around. "Yes I had an amazing night.. did you?" She asks. I smile, nodding.

"What?" She smiles as I stare at her. "You just look so beautiful" I chuckle softly, almost in disbelief. She smiles brightly, her eyes sparkling.

I put my hands on her jaw, kissing her deeply. She puts her hands on my neck.

I sigh as she pulls away when the doorbell rings. She goes to the door. "Hey mark" she says. "Wow miss grey" he whistles. I go to the door. "Shut up mark" she giggles.

He chuckles as I put my hands on her waist, standing behind her protectively. "I still can't believe you're doing that" he says. "That!?" She hits him. "Ow, fuck.. she's fisety" he says.

"Leave her alone.. she was in a good mood until you came here" I say. I put my hand on her cheek. She looks up at me. I kiss her softly. She walks back into the kitchen.

"What's up?" I ask. "Oh, your mom rang my mom asking her to talk to you because you told her that you were staying at ours but she told her that you weren't so now your mom knows you lied" he says.

"Oh for fucks sake" I say. He shrugs. "Bye" he leaves. I roll my eyes, shutting the door.

"What's wrong?" She asks as I sit on the couch. She puts the plate of food on the coffee table infront of me. She straddles my lap. I scan her body ontop of me. "Nothing" a smirk appears on my face as I kiss her.

I tug down her panties. "Derek.. again?" She giggles, raising her brow. I smile. "You're insatiable" she pulls down my pyjama bottoms.

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She pants out of breath, her body still spazming ontop of me as she rides it out. I smile, trying to catch my breath.

She pulls herself off of me. I smile, holding her feet in my hands as she lays on the couch, her legs draped over my thighs. She's still breathing heavily.

I pull up my pyjama bottoms. She smiles as I massage her feet. She giggles as I wipe her clean. I chuckle softly, throwing the wipe away.

I get some of the food that she made on a fork and feed it to her. I lay next to her, reaching over and feeding her more.

"I'm a good cook" she mumbles tiredly. "Yes you are" I chuckle softly, kissing her cheek. I eat some. "Sometimes" I say. She glares at me. I grin.

My phone rings. "Damn it, I gotta go" I stand up. "I'm wearing your shirt" I put it on, defined stretching it out. I don't want to take mine back off of her. She giggles.

I shove a bunch of the food in my mouth. "I wove you" I mumble, my mouth full. I kiss her head. She laughs. She waves at me, grinning. I leave.