Page 77 of The Headmaster’s Rule

Finally, he puts me out of my misery with a long swipe of his tongue. Slow, deliberate, like everything he does. Tasting me. Savoring me. I moan as he moves to my clit, swirling his tongue, sucking.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, hands going to his head, fingers tunneling into his hair. “Yes.”

“Like that, sweetheart?”

I nod mutely, rocking my hips to meet the movements of his mouth. He pulls away just enough to slide one thick finger inside me.

“Fuck, Eleanor. You’re so perfectly tight.”

I blush at his words, turning to jelly as he adds a second finger and pumps in and out. I’m so wet I can hear it as he fucks me with his fingers.

“What a mess you’re making,” he admonishes, shaking his head. His mouth hooks into a filthy grin as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “I’ll have to lick this all up.”

Holy. Shit.

“Theo,” I rasp, heels digging into his back. “The way you talk to me…”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “My girl likes dirty talk, huh?”

Oh, shit. His girl. I can’t handle this.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Fuck, yes.”

He chuckles again, bringing his mouth back to me, finally ending the tease. His fingers curl up inside me, tongue and lips working my clit like a pro. A thought floats across my brain, that this is why you want an older man, because he knows what the hell he’s doing, then it fades as the pleasure builds at the base of my spine.

I grip his hair, hips grinding against his mouth, and he keeps his gaze fixed on my face to see how I melt for him, to check I’m getting there. He devours me with such enthusiasm, his mouth making the most obscene noises as he works to bring me to my climax. Somehow, he senses when I’m right there. His fingers curl deep, mouth sucking hard, and I tip over the edge.

“Fuck, yes. Theo, yes,” I sob, shaking against his mouth, and his other hand comes to my lower back, holding me up as I become boneless with pleasure. Stars flash across my vision, but he doesn’t let up, not until I’m limp on his counter, breathing hard, still trembling.

He drags the back of his hand across his mouth as he rises to his feet, looking dazed and satisfied. How is that even possible when I’m the one who just came hard enough to almost black out?

Gathering me into his arms, he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply.

“I can taste myself on you,” I say, not minding it at all, and he grins.

“You taste fucking amazing, Nora.” Another long, slow, kiss. “Watching you come like that, feeling your wetness on my tongue… That was so hot, baby.”

I sigh, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. His hands stroke up and down my back, so gently, making me sleepy. With a final kiss to my temple, he fetches my panties off the floor and hands them to me. I slide off the counter and shimmy into them, watching as he pulls an apple pie from the oven and plates it up.

I take the pie from him with a smile. It smells delicious, but given the choice, I’d rather have him for dessert. Especially after that.

We eat in companionable silence, leaning against the kitchen counter, side by side. It’s good, really good, and I grin as we eat. A man who can cook and make me come like that? He’s a keeper.

As we finish, I consider pulling him close to return the pleasure he just gave me, but he stifles a yawn. I realize for the first time how exhausted he looks, and I pause. It’s late. He’s got an early start tomorrow. Admittedly, I was pretty gutted to learn his weekend was booked, but it’s probably just as well. Given the chance, I’d spend all weekend in bed with him, when what I really need to do is confirm the donors and get the vendors finalized for the fundraiser.

He deposits our plates in the dishwasher with a sigh. “I’m sorry you can’t stay.”

“I understand. The conference is important.”

He walks me to his front door, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. He looks disappointed, and I love him for it.

I pause at the door and smooth my hands down his chest. “Tonight was amazing. Thank you so much.”

His mouth curves into a soft smile as he cups my cheek. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He dips his head to brush a kiss to my lips, then hands me my jacket. With one hand on the doorknob, he sighs. “This is going to be the longest weekend of my life.”

“Me too,” I murmur, stealing one last kiss before I slip out the door.

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