Sex Ed: After Class

Needy

"Chris, wake up." I shook him in attempt to wake him up but he wouldn't budge. "Christopher!"
"Mn..." he grumbled in response.
"Baby, get up..."

He shifted in bed, pulling me close to him.

"Baby, no..."
"You have classes to teach today. Get up."
"I don't...Elaine is letting me take time off until I get my head right..." He whined, nuzzling against me. "That means until you stop treating me like you don't want me..."
"I'm not treating you like I don't want you. Get up anyway, we should get breakfast."
"You're hungry?"
"Yes, now let me go so I can cook or something."

"No..." he whined. "We'll go out."
"Why are you so whiny this morning?"
"I missed you, baby. I keep telling you this."
"Where do you wanna go?"
"What are you hungry for?"
"A big vanilla waffle. With whip cream and strawberries on top."
"Vanilla waffle?"
"Yeah, when the scent of the vanilla in the batter is so strong you can taste it before you even take a bite..."
"I know what you're talking about. You wanna go to Peach's."
"I do..."
"We need to go by my place so I can get cleaned up and dressed."
"Mhm..."
"Oh my god, baby. Stop."
"Stop what?"
"You're about to start treating me bad again, ma. I don't like it."
"I'm not, Chris—"
"That's not my name..." he whined.
"Listen, Daddy, you gotta relax okay? I'm not treating you bad. I'm just...not completely over the whole situation yet."
"It's not like I did it on purpose...I said I'm sorry..."
"I know...I just...I don't know. She was in my clothes...our bed..."
"Our bed? It's our bed?" His eyes lit up.
"...Our bed." I pecked his forehead.
"Don't do this anymore, Cara. My heart can't take it."
"My baby...you're so special..."

We rolled out of bed and got up. I got cleaned up and dressed while he waited. Then we were out the door headed to his house. I waited in the car with a bottle of water so he wouldn't see me taking my prescription and be curious about it. I looked at my hand and frowned at the bruise that was lightening up but still there. It caught me off guard when he opened the car door.

"Ready to go, ma?"
"Yeah...let's go."

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After breakfast, we rode back to my place. He pouted at me when I sat on the couch in the living room.

"Cara...stop with this distant shit. We know I didn't have sex with her. I didn't even invite her to the house! I was drugged, baby. Can't I have a little sympathy for that?"
"Chris it wouldn't have happened if you didn't meet up with her. However, you did end up being drugged and put into an awkward situation..."
"So cuddle with me until I feel better..."
...Fine. Big ass child."

I stood up and followed him to my bedroom. When did he get so needy? Usually I'd be the one whining for attention. Or sex. Sex...I haven't had any since before that incident...and I'm starting to want it, badly. This is another reason I was avoiding him. His the thought of him, his presence, his scent, the feeling of his skin against mine. It's going to be so hard keeping myself calm. We crawled into bed and he wrapped his arm around my waist. After a while he started to poke me.

"Christopher..."
"I've had wet dreams about you every night for weeks now..." I felt his breath on my neck as he began to grind his erection against me.
"What? Chris!" I gasp.

While he spoke, he started to lift my tunic and work his hand into my tights. I missed his touch. I missed feeling him explore me. However, I'm sticking to my word. I took hold of his wrist, though it seemed to already be too late. He is stronger than me, and I'm growing weaker with every stroke.

"Baby...it's wet...I feel the heat too...you want me...you're quivering..."
"Please stop..." I manage to whimper. I don't want him to stop.
"Are you sure ma?"
"Yes...yes...yeah, right there..." I moan. I'm disappointed in myself.

He removed his hand from my tights and brought it to his pink lips, which he had just licked. His tongue glided between and around his fingers gracefully. All the while, he kept his stiff manhood pressed against me. I released a trembling breath.

"You taste even more amazing than last time..." He muttered as he placed the softest kiss on the nape of my neck.

I melted immediately.

"Please go home..." I whined.
"Why, babe?"
"Because I won't survive with you doing things like this...I can't take it."
"Then give in..." he shifted, now hovering above me. "Give in to your temptations, Cara. I want it. And I know you want it. So why don't we...I'll give it to you any way you like..."
"Any way...I like...?" I repeated slowly. He had me in a trance. Those lustful eyes he was giving me were drawing me in. I haven't had it in a while. I want him.
"C'mon baby...I know you miss it as much as I do..."

He was right. And he was definitely convincing me. His tongue darted across his bottom lip as he stared into my eyes. He hiked my tunic all the way up and lowered his head to kiss along the nape of my neck and down my sternum. He didn't waste time on my breasts but he did take time to drag his tongue around my navel. Before he got the chance to remove my tights I stopped him.

"Wait! Chris no! I said no sex. God, you're making this hard."
"Well baby you're making this hard!" He gestured to his erection, struggling against his jeans.
"No means no!"
"Fine...but I'm jacking off in your bathroom. And I'll watch porn on your wifi.
"Don't do that! I have to clean that bathroom!"

He was already unzipping his jeans when I said it. Once I laid eyes on it, I lost all control.

"Shit..."