Moonlight (BWWM)| Wattys2016

The Council

I glanced both ways before knocking on the door. Within seconds he answered the door, his eyes barely open.

"Hi," I greeted as I walked passed him and towards his bedroom.

"What time is it?" he wondered as he closed the door behind me and followed.

"Around 1:30 am," I smiled apologetically. He stared at me as if I was crazy until I dropped my robe to the ground, leaving my body bare, and crawled into his bed.

He pushed his hair back as he watched me settle in, his hands rubbing his stomach slyly. His bare chest was hard, his muscles seemingly on edge.

His Calvin Klein briefs hugged him tightly, especially as he watched me from the door.

He watched me in admiration as he always did. It's been two months now since we've been satisfying each other. Two months since I've falling in love with him. It was stupid and I was foolish but he made me feel good, inside and outside the bedroom.

He crawled into bed beside me, pulling me to his body. I felt how 'happy' he was to have me beside me, my back to his front.

His lips began their taunt, making their way up to my ears. The room was pitch black and the atmosphere was sensual. I moaned as his finger teased my harden nipples slowly.

"What would you like me to do?" he asking in a light whisper. His fingers moved as he spoke making their way down my torso. He stopped at my stomach, drawing light circles around my navel, causing me to squirm as my eyes closed shut. I could feel the tension building between my legs as I inched closer to him. I rubbed my legs together to ease the anxiety.

"Anything you please." I responded as always.

"You'd have to be more specific love." He teased even more, dipping his finger into my navel making my back rise. I could feel the wetness now spreading to my thighs as I continued to rub my legs together.

I felt shy as I thought about asking him for what I wanted. We've done most things revolving around foreplay except kissing. I refuse to kiss him again. It would make everything more complicated, as if it wasn't messed up already. But kissing would make me crumble even more than I wanted to allow myself. The first time in the meadow was fine enough; at least with all these sexual things I had a reason or an excuse. I couldn't justify kissing him. And he's never denied me or refused so I was going to take advantage of the fact that Christian Williams was at my beck and call.

The bite on my neck has not pained me since our encounter in the hallway two months ago and had yet to begin burning again. But he didn't have to know that. And truthfully I think I knew it wasn't paining me any longer when I would ask for time alone. He never pushed or tried to find out, he just delivered the best release every time; In empty classrooms, stall rooms in the bathroom, deserted school hallways and staircases, my room, his kitchen, in his car... I couldn't keep count and I was getting more excited thinking of it.

He never pushed for more than I've asked for. I never feel as if I'm being pressed into anything.

As my thoughts drove me to times were my orgasms have been unbelievably paralyzing, I begin to climax. I held onto the sheet as he gripped my body, holding me in place.

He chuckled when I calmed down. "That has to be a new record." I turned into his arms and stared up at his face. My fingers fell to his lips, running my index across them. He sighed as he watched me through sleep deprived eyes.

"What's wrong?" I muttered as I cuddled closer to him.

He swallowed. "I have a meeting tomorrow with... every important people"