Page 26 of Mr. Principal

He shook his head again. “Not a chance. Anyone who knows you is blessed to have you in their lives. You’re easy to love.”

Carter was so sincere. I knew he meant every word he said. When he looked at me I saw how his eyes were full of emotion. In college, he’d always kept things friendly, but his look today was different. Underneath it was a layer of desire and tenderness I couldn’t ignore.

He wanted me. But what would be our excuse this time? We didn’t have a reason to ‘fake’ a relationship. This time there would be no excuses, no pretenses. His kiss, his touch, had stirred a desire in me that I’d ignored all too long. I’d convince myself that being desired hadn’t been important in my marriage, that being held and kissed were for newlyweds and young people… as if I were sooooo old. But I’d been making excuses so that I wouldn’t feel bad about feeling inadequate.

I wasn’t feeling inadequate now. In fact, I didn’t feel insecure at all. I felt bold. What did I have to lose? If Carter had proved anything to me almost eight years ago, it was that he could be trusted with more than just my deepest secrets, but with my body as well.

I’m not sure which one of us reached out first, but we were a tangle of limbs soon enough.

I couldn’t even think clearly as his hands made their way to my breasts, freeing them from my bra as he shoved my shirt out of the way. I remembered the feel of those hands. It had been a long time. And I reacted the same way as I did back then. I arched my back as his palms were replaced by his lips.

He sucked one nipple at a time, making them hard and firm. I moaned and squirmed a little bit as I felt myself becoming wet between the legs. I was already ready for him and he had only just started.

I’d forgotten what it felt like to feel desirable. And as he pulled me into his lap, I shifted my hips so that I could rub my crotch against his own. I could feel him hardening beneath me. I wiggled a little more and he groaned. We made eye contact and then he said softly, “Stand up.”

I did as I was told, and he unzipped and rid me of my jeans. He then hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs.

I reached up as he undressed me below and took off my shirt and unhooked my bra, until I stood there nude in front of him.

“You’re still so beautiful,” he said reaching for me.

I let him take my hand and I expected him to tug me towards him, but he didn’t. He took my hand and placed a kiss on my palm. A gentle, loving kiss that made me shudder. And then he did pull me closer, lowering me into his lap and kissing my lips, my cheeks.

When he reached my collarbone, I gasped. The light kisses he trailed there made me shudder and for the first time, I realized this wasn’t just sex for Carter. No. This was making love.

My body stiffened. I could do sex, but I wasn’t ready for emotions. And of course, he noticed. And pulled away.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I just—”

“What?”

“This is a one-time event… no strings attached, okay?”

He looked away from me then and slid his hands lovingly down my hips and then settled them around my waist before bringing his eyes up to mine. It was as if he was considering something and wanted to take his time over it.

“Whatever you want, Dana,” he finally said.

I leaned over and kissed him then and he played with my nipples, taking a breast in each hand. I gasped when he roughly pinched them. I liked it and found myself asking him to do it again.

He complied, but apparently, he had other things in mind, as he pulled me out of his lap, sat me on the edge of the couch and then kneeled in front of me.

I didn’t understand what he was doing, until he parted my thighs, pulled my hips forward and placed his face between my parted legs.

“Carter,” I gasped as his warm mouth settled on my sex.

He slowly licked between my folds, making me scream, before he began to lick my clit. His tongue felt rough and he applied just enough pressure to make me gush in pleasure. I gripped his head and laid my back against the couch, spreading my legs wider to grant him more access.

I was really wet now, and he lapped at me, licking at my wetness. And as he played with my clit with his tongue, he brought up one hand and began to finger me. I squirmed.

“Carter, oh god, Carter—”

“Do you like that?”

I couldn’t even answer as he slid another finger into me and then buried his head back between my legs.

I came, arching my back. “Carter!”