Teaching Mr. Graham

    Aubrey kept his touches slow and gentle. He linked his fingers with Tatiana's and he didn't so much as kiss her as he massaged her lips with his. Although he was aroused, he kept his lust in check. His kisses strayed from her lips and were feather light along her jawline, down her neck, and to her shoulder. While kissing her, he tried to tell himself that what he was doing wasn't completely immoral or unethical. While kissing her, he tried to set aside the doubts that he had about carrying on with her romantically. As right as it felt, there was also a wrongness to it that he couldn't shake. He found himself pulling away from her and looking down at her.

    She looked up at him, the picture perfect image of innocence and purity. "Is something wrong?"

    His brows drew together.

    Her eyes studied his. Then she rose up and kissed his chest.

    He closed his eyes and brought a hand up to her hair. This is wrong. You know this is wrong. She's your student.

    The little devil on his shoulder reasoned, No, she's not your student. She's just Tatiana, remember? And you're just Aubrey. You're just two people who fell for each other. Love can never be wrong, right?

    His nostrils flared and he turned his head to the side, while tangling a hand in her thick, lustrous hair.

    "Aubrey," she whispered.

    His muscles tensed at the sound of his name dropping from her lips. He looked down at her and wished he hadn't.

    She was pouting up at him with the cutest look he'd ever seen.

    He lowered his head and kissed her, then pulled back again.

    Reaching up and cupping his face in both hands, she reminded him, "I'm just Tatiana and you're just Aubrey."

    He grimaced. "I'm trying to remind myself of that, yeah."

    "Do you...do you want to stop?"

    "Stopping is the last thing I want to do." Even though it somehow feels like the right thing to do.

    She lowered her hands and pressed them against his chest, planting a kiss on his lips.

    He kissed her back and somewhere along the line, he lost himself. In between her legs, drowning in her kisses and struggling to remember that he was the authority figure here...if anything wrong went down, that responsibility would ultimately lie with him. But those thoughts flew out of the window, because her kisses felt too good. And he was dancing on a tightrope, because he could stop this. He could stop all of this and pull back and tell her that they should wait, but that would hurt her feelings and crush her - even if it was the best thing for her. He could allow the lovemaking to continue, claim her virginity before anyone else had the chance to and feel like a predator for allowing it to happen. There were pros and cons to both options.

    Her hands lowered and touched his pelvis.

    He drew in a gasp and closed a hand around hers.

    Her hands dipped down lower, and she was looking at him with defiance blazing in her eyes. The look in her eyes said that she dared him to try to stop her.

    A lump formed in his throat and he forced it down. If he was going to stop her, then the time to do it was now. This was the perfect time to cease all sexual interaction, while he was still capable.

    "I want you," she told him.

    Some of that capability he had fizzled into non-existence, and then she closed her hand around the length of him and obliterated the last bit of his self-control. With a groan, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face towards his. His mouth crashed down on hers and then he was pushing her back down on the bed.

    Her legs locked around him, albeit a bit clumsily.

    He touched one of her thighs and started to grind against her, still careful to make sure he wasn't putting too much physical pressure on her. Even with his self-control a distant memory, he was still attempting to be gentle with her, still trying to make sure that he wasn't hurting her in any way. I want you too, he thought. It was a thought he would have loved to say out loud, but he didn't trust himself to speak. Chances were, he'd sound more nervous than she was. There was nothing sexy about that, considering the fact that he had a great deal more sexual experience than she did. Instead of speaking his feelings, he tried to express those feelings in the kisses that he gave her, and in the way that his fingertips grazed across her skin.

    Meanwhile, her hands were easing his pants down his hips. She managed to return his kisses, returned to kiss him back just as passionately as he kissed her. Adorable little multi-tasker she was.

    He groaned again, unable to contain himself when he felt her arching against him. She was a blossoming young woman who was completely unaware of just how beautiful and naturally sexy she was. Naive and inexperienced but with a yearning to please him that blew him away. The last of his conscience warned him to hold back, but how could he when her thick thighs were so soft and yielding against his sides? How could he deny her when she was shedding her clothes and presenting herself to him on a silver platter? How could he deny her when there wasn't a woman in the world who he'd ever wanted more than he wanted her right now, in this moment? He released a shuddering breath when she arched up and pressed herself against the length of him again.

    "You strike me as being someone who is extremely self-aware," she told him, her voice small and quiet.

    "I am," he confirmed.

    "So am I," she said, looking him in the eyes. "And when I tell you that I'm ready, I mean it. Stop doubting and believe me when I tell you that I'm ready. I want this. I want you."

    "I want you, too," he admitted finally.

    "Then have me."

    A muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes lowered from her eyes to her lips. "I worry that you're going to regret this, or think that it was some giant mistake. I worry that something will happen and you'll wish that this never happened. Between your parents and everyone else..."

    She removed the last piece of clothing and looked up at him. "Stop worrying and have me."

    The muscle in his jaw worked overtime, but he nodded and licked his lips. "Okay."

    Her arms went around him and his went around her as he eased himself inside her. She gasped and winced, but clung to him tightly and didn't let go.

    He clung toher just as tightly, and lovingly stroked her hair the entire time.