33. Jonathan
Jonathan
Since the burnt eggs this morning were a disaster, I wanted to prove I could cook properly.
Granted, I wasn’t sure if making mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, and putting it all together with an expensive slab of steak proved I was a good cook.
But I hoped it would prove something to Lina since we forwent the dinner reservation.
I set up her dining table with the quintessential candles to set the mood.
Since I hadn’t done this before, I wasn’t even sure what I was doing.
The bouquet I brought in should be placed in the middle, but it blocked my view of Lina.
I shifted items back and forth for perfection, but I couldn’t be satisfied with any of my ideas.
The timer on the stove went off, reminding me to get my shit together and serve dinner for my girlfriend.
I finally decided the setup was best with us sitting next to one another.
I bounced up the stairs to her bathroom and found the door open.
She was standing in front of her foggy mirror, already in a towel, as the bathtub drained.
At the corner of the tub, the candle she often kept in her bathroom was lit.
Droplets of water clung to her hair and skin like stars clinging to the night sky.
The fragrance from her body wash lingered on her body and in the air as she turned to glance at me.
Looking like an ethereal creature out of a fairytale, she was beautiful.
Lina had always been beautiful, but she always had that icy exterior glazed over every bit of her—from her pinched expressions down to her rigid body language.
Here, standing before me, she was soft. Unguarded. Just Lina.
Warmth surged across my chest as I grabbed another towel hanging on her towel rack to dry her down. “You look pretty,” I said.
She looked up curiously at me. The towel in my hand gently dabbed over her cute cheeks. “Because I’m naked?”
“A woman’s beauty never equates to the amount of clothes she wears,” I explained before kissing her forehead. “You’re beautiful, Lina.”
Her cheeks tinged pink as I continued on to her hair. I took her still-dripping locks into the towel and began to pat it down the way I’d seen my sister and mom do for years.
“Your touch is so gentle,” she commented in a quiet voice.
Our gaze met in the bathroom mirror. “Is it?”
“You’re much gentler than when I do it myself.”
I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “You should be gentler with my girlfriend.”
Lina laughed. “I’ll think about it.”
I shook my head again as I patted her hair down one last time. But not without teasing her with a swipe of the damp towel across her brow first, of course. “Dinner’s ready, by the way.”
“I’ll get dressed quickly and come down.” She looked up at me, nodding.
“Sounds good.” I kissed her temple and left her be.
When she came down the stairs merely a minute later, wrapped in a thick black bathrobe, I made no comment about it. The candles I’d set on the table were lit, and the wine cups were filled with chilled Cabernet Franc. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her dining table.
“Wow,” she muttered. Her eyes darted between my face and the dining table. “It feels so romantic.”
“Does it?” I asked, glancing at the setup. “It doesn’t feel like it to me.”
Lina smiled widely and laughed. She selected a seat and sat down. I sat down next to her, feeling as nervous as this morning.
“It looks like it to me, and . . .” She glanced at my perfectly cooked food. No charred food in sight. “You didn’t burn my place down. At least.”
I laughed. “I told you I’m a good cook.”
She gave me a sideways glance as she ate her first bite of the medium-rare steak.
She wore no expression on her face, and her slow, deliberate chewing alone made me question whether I’d cooked it right.
Searing a steak wasn’t complicated, but fucking it up was easy.
She could be chewing on leather for all I knew.
“This is delicious, Jonathan,” she finally said with a small smile. She moved onto each of the roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes, but her pace was deliberately slow. Her smile grew as she sipped her glass of wine. “I suppose you’re a decent cook after all.”
I raised a brow at her. “Decent, huh?” I asked. I brought up a slice of my medium-rare steak to my mouth and groaned triumphantly at how well I’d made it. The butter and rosemary infused well into the meat. It was perfect. “You know perfectly well I’m better than just decent.”
She laughed. “If this is dinner, what’s for dessert?”
A grin tipped my mouth into a lopsided smile. “What would you like for dessert, Lina?”
She sipped from her wine glass before answering me, letting her dark eyes dance over the edge of the glass, taunting me. “What options do you have for me?”
I glanced at her lips for a moment before I pulled my gaze down the column of her neck to the plush bathrobe adorning her. “You tell me.” I nodded at what she was wearing. “Do you have a dessert ready for me to unwrap?”
“Perhaps?” She gave nothing away as she continued to eat, but there was the tiniest tilt on the corner of her lips.
My grin tugged wide as she gave me another sidelong glance. “I look forward to it.”
Due to our nervousness, the both of us only finished half our plates. I cleared everything and decided to bring out the dessert now rather than later. Lina looked genuinely surprised when I set down plates of tiramisu in front of her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You don’t like tiramisu?”
“No, it’s not that.” She grabbed her fork and nodded at the dessert. “We’re well rested, well fed, and now we’ll also be slightly caffeinated.”
I hummed as she smiled softly at me. “Well, I believe we’re going to need that extra bit of energy.”
Lina dug into the tiramisu first, moaning as soon as a forkful of it entered her mouth.
Her tongue darted out to lick the corner of her lips where there was a speck of cocoa powder and mascarpone cream.
It was a planned and measured flick. I didn’t pick up my fork once as I watched her eat another bite of the dessert.
This time, the mascarpone cream and cocoa powder smeared the other corner of her lips.
Before she could pull her tongue back in, I took hold of her chin with both my hands and tugged the corner of her mouth into mine.
I lapped her clean until I could no longer taste the bitterness of the cocoa powder and the sweetness of the cream on my tongue, until all that was left was the flavor of Lina Lee.
Our breaths shook as I pulled away from her.
“You can have your two slices of dessert,” I stated, getting out of my chair with a loud screech. I got to my knees in front of Lina and looked up at her. “And I’ll have mine. Two fresh servings of you in my mouth.”
She ate another bite of her tiramisu. As she swallowed the cake with a thick gulp, she leaned over and reached out to me.
Her hand ran through my hair, down my face, and to the back of my neck.
Her nails lightly scraped across my nape and down to my clavicles as her pretty lips curved into a sensuous smirk.
“Are you begging me, Professor Lo?” she asked, her hand reaching up to take hold of my chin. Desire burned behind the veil of her dark eyes, her smile growing wider. “Or has the student become the master this time?”
She tipped my chin up sharply to make me look up at her. We both blinked slowly. I tipped my head coyly to the side.
“My lady,” I crooned. “May I have the honor of having you as my dessert tonight?”
Her thumb drew over my lower lip as her mouth drew wider into a playful smile.
“You’re so polite, Mr. Lo. I never would’ve thought I’d live to witness how courteous you can be,” she said, laughing. “I like this.”
Her hold on my chin tightened; on my mouth was a mirror of her smile. “Well, my lady, may I have the honor of eating you to my heart’s content?”
The collar of my shirt was tugged so sharply toward Lina that I lost balance and fell into her lips.
We sighed loudly into our kiss. She parted her legs for me, allowing me to slink my way between her warmth.
A small whine fell from her when I grazed my teeth across the fullness of her cheek, ready to bite.
Her fingers slipped into my hair, tugging too lightly.
I wanted more from her as I placed my hand over hers, demanding her to grip tighter.
She did so beautifully, and the harsh tug from her elicited a sharp wince from me.
I pulled away from her just enough to see her face.
I wanted to see the way I made her feel with each excited heave of her chest. I wanted to see how much she wanted me.
But, most of all, I wanted to see with my own eyes how much she wanted me to make another mess of her.
“Jona—” was all she managed to breathe out.
I let go of her hand and stood up. I pushed her seat out of its place by the table. Then, I got down to my knees again, pushing her legs apart. I groaned at the sight of the black mesh panties she wore under her robe.
“Fuck, Lina,” I murmured, looking up at her red face. “You’re wrapped up all pretty for me.”
She pulled on her belt and revealed the sexy, sheer mesh-and-lace bra and matching panties. It was simple but practical, the way she liked it. I sat back on my heels and marveled at her.
“Do you like it?” she asked quietly.
“Of course, but we’re not going to eat at the dinner table tonight.” Before she could ask why, I slung her over my shoulders as she yelped out loud.
“Jonathan!”
I laughed, bolting up the stairs and straight to her bedroom. When I gently set her on her bed of flower petals, I tried to control my breath with deep inhalations. She looked like a goddess out of a dream as she lay across the bed—hair damp, flushed cheeks, and swollen, red lips.
As much as I knew Lina wanted me to simply fuck her tonight, I wanted it to be special. I wanted her to feel special because she was to me.
She looked up at me with curiosity as her eyes darted to my chest. Her beautiful mouth parted as a droplet of sweat beaded down the length of my neck to my sternum.
“I want to lick you,” she said.
My cock instantly hardened at that, but I ignored it. “Allow me to devour you first,” I said, kneeling in front of her, “my lady.”
She sat up, allowing the robe she wore to slip down her figure. Now all she had on were two tiny, tantalizing, thin pieces of mesh and lace that I silently promised to rip off. Her fingers reached out to me, trailing down my cheekbones to my jaw.
“Do your worst,” she cooed.
I splayed my hand across her abdomen, pushed her back on the bed, and threw her legs over my shoulders as she laughed out loud. But a moan shuddered out mid-laughter when I pushed her panties aside and kissed the other set of wet lips she had between her legs.
It wasn’t long before she climaxed against my tongue, followed by another soon after. She became sweet, syrupy liquid under my touch, and I relished it—drinking her up like she was an endless ocean ready to quench my thirst.
But I wanted more.
I wanted all of her. All of Lina.
“Jonathan,” she said, plucking me out of her waters with a sharp tug of my hair. I groaned at the loss of her waves as she frowned at me. “Enough.”
I smirked. I pushed her quivering legs to the side and climbed onto the bed, towering over her body. She shuffled back into her pillows, and I followed her. We both licked our lips before she pulled me into her for a kiss. As my tongue entered her mouth, my fingers entered her soaking cunt.
“Jonathan,” she purred against my mouth as my fingers moved. “Add another finger.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Yes, yes.” She pleaded with a lap of her tongue across my bottom lip. Her nails lightly grazed up my forearm. “I want the stretch.”
Her silky walls wrapped around me in a wet, tight hold. I groaned, chuckling. “You need to learn how to say please first, Lina.”
“Fine.” She sighed. “Please.”
I buried my nose into her temple and nipped her ear. A sharp hiss rang out from her. My smirk pulled wide until my cheeks hurt. “No, my lady, you need to be earnest about it. Say it like you mean it,” I stated.
She huffed out a moan as I flicked my fingers deep in her with a loud squelch. Her back arched, wet lips trembling against mine. “Jonathan, please. I want you to fuck me with three of your long, thick fingers. Please.”
I laughed, slipping a third finger inside her. “Tell me you like this,” I demanded, pressing my palm down.
Lina threw her head back into the pillows and arched her cunt into my hand, practically singing with a loud whine. “Oh my God, Jonathan, yes. I like this.”
She clung to me as I moved my fingers. Each breath she panted quivered harder than the one before. Her velvety walls began clenching tighter around my fingers like a hot, unrelenting clamp.
The sounds of her wet cunt grew louder and louder until the only sounds reverberating the walls were the noises of her drenched pussy, her gasps, and my heavy breaths.
“You’re so fucking wet, Lina,” I mumbled against her jaw before licking it as her walls grasped onto my digits. She groaned. “And so fucking ready to come on my fingers. Why don’t you be a good girl and let your professor take care of you, hm?”
“YespleaseJonathan,” she muttered. “Yesyesyes.”
She came as I pulled her into a wet, sloppy kiss. Her body tensed and arched into my chest. The sharp drag of her nails across my nape and shoulders made me moan into her mouth as she did into mine.
“Fuck, Jonathan,” she shrieked. Her body convulsed with the continuous releases of her climax around my fingers. “You make me feel so good.”
I pulled my fingers out of her, grunting. I hummed as she kissed my lips, then my cheeks, and licked a long strip down my Adam’s apple. A shaky breath quaked from my chest when she began to suck on it. Her devious tongue flicked with expertise, making me groan.
My long-forgotten, aching cock jumped at the sound of each sensuous whine, sigh, and moan.
Lina reached into my shorts and pulled it out.
She began pumping it slowly. A grumble of disapproval resounded from me as I gently pushed her hand away.
We both shared a hard swallow when I pulled away from her.
“I want my first time to be with you now, Jonathan,” she murmured.
Cheeks tinging a bright red. “I know you wanted to take it slow since I’ve never been with anyone else before, which is sweet of you.
However, I like you. I want to be intimate with you.
I want to know what I like with you. I want you to be the only one to make me feel good. ”
“I really, really like you, too,” I said. “I like you so much I’m certain this is love, Lina.”
She flushed so hard her entire body burned red. Her lips parted to speak, but couldn’t. Instead, her hands reached out for me, and I fell into her slowly—the same way I fell in love with her with each passing day, softly and gently.
I love her. I love Lina Lee.