Show me, sir

41 | I love your accent

Nathan's pov

We are sitting on the carpet in the living room. The food is sitting across us on the small table, with delicious aroma filling the room.

I have placed my arm on the couch behind us, using it to hold myself up, and the other is stroking Y/n's inner tight. I could watch and admire her all day and it would be enough for me.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," I break the silence.

Her body tenses and she fixes her position, standing straighter now.

I chuckle.

"It's nothing bad, love. Don't be alarmed," I add. "I have resigned from the school."

"What?" she asks worryingly.

"It was never my primary job in the first place, but since you and I are now together, I thought it would be safer not to teach there anymore. Plus, you will probably be moving to study at your fancy Ivy leave MIT," I tease.

"I didn't get in. Well, I was waitlisted, but that's basically the same," she blurs out.

I furrow my eyebrows. "I don't understand? You got almost perfect scores on everything." I'm still rubbing on her thigh, a tad bit slower now.

"I'm not certain either. But..." she's leaving me on a cliffhanger. "I did get into Stanford."

Her smile. So warm and genuine.

"That's incredible!" I grab her face and pull her in for a kiss on the lips and then a kiss on the forehead. "I'm so proud of my girl."

"So... are you interested in moving thing to the bedroom, sir." She plays with me and starts twisting my tie around her finger.

"I think a good girl like you deserves an award, eh?"

"Mmm," a giggle escapes her mouth.

I could feel that it was not only her in the mood right now. Being smart is so sexy.

Y/n's pov

Nathan has picked me up from the floor - bridal style. I'm pulling myself closer to his face so I can cherish his soft lips while holding onto his neck with one hand and stroking his hair with the other.

I pull away. "I love your accent," I tell him.

There is something about having a British accent that just... does it for me. He smiles at my compliment, our noses touching.

"I can't stop thinking about your accent," I say again. "I love it when you call me 'love'. I want you... to talk to me."

He places me on the edge of the bed and lowers himself down to his knees. He tilts his head sideways and puckers his lips a bit. I took those as signs of confusion, although it didn't stop him from moving his hands up the sides of my thighs.

"I want you to talk me through it," I explain and start playing with his tie.

He hits me with a grin. "I love it when you tell me what it is that you desire. Love." He whispers the last part in my ear.

I pull him by the tie, so now we are both on the bed, him being on top of me. His left arm is firmly positioned next to me so that he could use the other one to guide my hand to his tie.

"Untie it."

"As you wish, sir." I let out a slight chuckle.

So, I untie it. Then I start unbuttoning his shirt. I love seeming him in formal attire. I especially love it when the curves of his muscles are perfectly outlined by said shirt.

His gaze is fixated on me. Hunger was written all over his face. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"Now," he whispers. "How much did that dress cost exactly?"

"Uh, I'm not sure. Something li--"

He rips it apart. "I'll buy you a better one."

He dives his face into my neck, kissing it and maybe leaving a few hickeys behind. I tilt my head backwards into the pillows at the touch of his palm getting closer to my vagina.

"Bend your knees and set your feet on the bed."

I follow his orders.

His kisses begin to go down my body. He makes his way from my neck, to my collarbones, and now my chest. A moan wants to escape my lips, but I bite it back.

I intertwine my fingers in his hair and look down to him. Our eyes meet. Nathan crawls back up and kisses me with such passion I have never felt before.

"You wanted to hear my voice, yes?" he asks, while drawing circles with his fingers on my lower belly.

I nod.

"Let me hear yours, too," he tells me and our foreheads collide.

Just then I feel his fingers enter my vagina. I gasp and dig my nails into his back. A smile is plastered on his face.

"Good girl. Let's make it more interesting now," Nathan whispers in my ear as he adds another finger. "Very well, love."

While still having an elbow on the bed for balance, he strokes my face with the back of his hand.

"I'm so proud of you," he says in a gentle voice.

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