TEACHERS PET - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

1:08pm~
It was a Saturday afternoon and Mandy blinked several times to ensure the text she had just read was what she had just read . She rubbed her eyes reading it again .
moretti: my wife isn't home . come over x
Her stomach turned at the mention of wife . Somebody else got to run their hands through his dark curls , lay on his chest and wake up next to him . Mandy knew her and Moretti would be nothing but a secret . A taboo. A dirty nasty forbidden situation . But sometimes she let her mind wander . Mandy Moretti was scribbled in several pages of her notebooks .
She grabbed an outfit feeling sick but excited at the same time .
She straightened her hair . Then applied lipgloss .
"Where are you off ?" Miles asked kicking a football against the wall .
"Mind yours ." Mandy quipped .
"Are you going out with Anissa ?"
"No."
"Eryk ?"
"Nope ." She replies popping the p .
"Who then ?"
"Oh hush Miles."
Miles rolled his eyes going upstairs .
Mandy stepped into the living room gingerly .
She kneeled by her mum .
"Did you eat ?"
"Yes." She answered .
Mandy peered at the plate .
It was barely touched .
A few nibbles on the salmon .
The rice was pushed together to give the impression that less was there .
Mandy sighed .
"You look pretty ." Mary said fully taking in her daughter's appearance
"Thank you mum . When I come back we'll try eat some more ."
"Okay." Mary nibbled her finger .
Mandy hugged her mum and left the house .
It was a rather long walk .
Moretti lived in a gated community. It was definitely full of rich tofs.
She knocked on the door .
Moretti let her in .
He looked laid back in a shirt and some grey joggers .
She scrunched her nose up .
"You look weird ."
He laughed lightly .
"Thanks a lot Mandy ."
She sat on the sofa placing a pillow on her lap .
"Is it still snowing ?" Moretti asked ,glasses clinking as he moved in the kitchen.
"No . It stopped earlier ."
"My son loves the snow . You should just see his face ."
Mandy felt guilty again . Moretti came over .
"Probably shouldn't have brought that up . Sorry ." He said handing her a glass similar to his of red liquid .
"Is this -" she began .
"It's cranberry juice kid ." He said .
"Kid." She repeated .
He often called her that .
And she hated it . She wished he could see her as more than a stupid sixteen year old girl with a crush .
"Yeah you're a kid . And this is crazy ." He sighed .
"I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years!" Mandy says angrily .
Moretti sighs inching closer to her .
He runs his thumb across her pink lips .
"I know . My smart pretty girl ."
Mandy can't help but grin .
He takes her hand leading her upstairs .
"Is this where you and her -"
"It's the spare bedroom." He replies quickly . She nods .
And so it begins .
Her fingertips gently dig into his broad firm shoulder.
Their lips constantly brush over each others skin leaving a trail of soft kisses behind.
His hips move steadily but slowly against hers. Mandy's legs gently slide further up, unconsciously wrapping around his tattooed hips, causing him to go even deeper.
"Fuck," the cuss-word escapes his beautiful pink and slightly swollen lips, his breath being cold against her flushed skin. Mandy shivers.
Her grip gently tightens around his strong bicep, allowing her nails to dig into his flexed muscle as he hits a certain spot inside of her. As her body jolt against his, a pleased smile spreads across his face above hers.
"There it is..." He whisper as his head dips down to Mandys collarbones, the words being meant more as a comment to himself than to her.
His breath hitches in his throat as her nails dig deeper into his shoulder blade and he tries to hide the hint of pleasure on his face as she does, her mind is completely focused on the pleasure.
His lithe like hands grip both of her wrists, gently pinning them above her head.
"Leon I-.." Mandy begins to say but her voice betrays her leaving her speechless as he continues .
"I know," the words almost tickle against her skin, his lips trail over her chest and collarbones, placing wet kisses on every inch he can. He can't help the small smile tugging on the corners of his lips, the satisfaction growing as he's slowly learning Mandy's body's signals; knowing where to kiss, to touch, to hit and most importantly, how to push her body right to the edge as well as over it.
His lips move to the crook of her neck, the eagerness growing as her lips suck and nibble on her skin to leave a mark behind. His mark.
Her head automatically tilts back against the pillow, her body obeying to his touch and allowing him better access.
His broad body is pressed against hers, allowing no air between their bodies, his deep thrusts only causing her to sink you deeper into the mattress underneath her.
The sheets under Mandy cling to her flushed skin, a thin layer of sweat having formed on her chest. If her eyes weren't closed, she would notice the small pearls of sweat on Leon Moretti's forehead, making his damp brown hair cling to his hot skin.
And he doesn't mind that her eyes are closed. For him, it's just a sign that she's enjoy what he's doing. That he's doing something right.
But it also means that he can admire her, take her all in, without her noticing. He'd come to enjoy watching the pleasure wash over Mandy's face, observing how her body would respond to his movements.
Moretti unconsciously picks up the force of his thrusts, his eyes never leaving her as he surrender himself to the pleasure as his own orgasm is quickly building up along with hers.
A louder moan leaves her lips now, the familiar tickling feeling building up in the pit of his stomach.
Moretti grunts as he feels her walls clench around him, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppy as it brings him closer to his climax, while he's desperately trying to keep a slow but steady pace.
Mandy's breath gets stuck in her throat just as the orgasm takes over, it feeling like a powerful wave through her whole body, only a final cry escaping. Leon keeps his firm grip on her wrists as she squirms underneath him.
Gently letting go of her wrists as it slowly subsides again, Mandy's eyes flutter open. A soft smile tugs on the corner of her lips as she realises he's already watching her, she's breathing heavy and her cheeks are even redder than before.
At this moment Mandy notices something different in his green eyes, something she hasn't recognised in them before.
A soft sigh of relief leave his lips as he supports himself on his elbows, his hand gently pushing a strand of damp hair away from her forehead. His eyes study her entire face before slowly dipping down to connect his lips with hers in a soft gentle kiss.
Letting it linger for a little longer, she feels the same emotions from before being poured into the kiss. And it's when he pulls away from the kiss that he notice it as well. Something new in her eyes, something he hasn't noticed before, but something he recognises.
And it's in this very moment it slips past her lips, it feeling so natural to say, like she's always been meaning to say it for all the time she's known him. Because at this moment the three small, yet meaningful words falls effortlessly from her lips for the very first time; "I love you."