A different angle

"But David…don't you…you don't want me?" Her voice was very small.

He groaned, dropping his forehead to touch hers. "You have no idea how much, girl, and how long… no idea!" He closed his eyed and drew a deep, shaky breath. "Bloody hell! Do you know the amount of self-restraint I have to maintain around you? Your flashing eyes, your bouncing little curls, the curve of your neck, your cheeky smile, the way you pout and fight and spit…my god, you are just like a little cat sometimes, all sleek and purring."

She was blushing now, still shaking her head. "I don't understand. So you do want me?"

"Want you?" He groaned again, pressing his hips against her thigh, and she could feel him through his jeans, a clear pronouncement. "Do you feel that?

That's all you, Catherine. Since the very first day you walked into my flat…

bending over to get another biscuit with your knickers showing under your skirt…

She blushed more, her face on fire. "But listen to me," he continued. "I'm your tutor, and as such, I'm in a position of a bit of responsibility here. One of us has to keep our wits about us… while we still can."

"So you don't want to… do anything?" The look of disappointment on her face must have been clear.

"Don't be daft, girl," he teased, kissing her again, softly now, a sweet apology. "Of course I want to. But I want you to be clear, and I want to be clear, before we get carried away. I don't know that you are used to having a man, and I am most definitely not some high school boy who will simply fumble with your bra strap and settle for sloppy wet kisses." His hand rested fully open and warm at her navel. The heat was incredible.

"I'm not wearing a bra," she whispered, smiling a little lopsided smile. He laughed and the sound rumbled through her like the beginning of a storm.

"Minx…" He kissed her forehead. "You know what I meant."

"Ok, I guess you should know… that I'm a virgin," she admitted quietly after a moment. "And I… oh, I don't know, part of me wants to wait until I find the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. And… well, you know, guys don't much like the flat-chested types who hang out in the shop at school… so…"

She left it there with a shrug, avoiding his eyes again.

"So are you telling me you haven't because you haven't had the opportunity, or because you are afraid?" His fingers brushed the fine hairs on her belly. It made her wiggle, as if she were a cat being petted the wrong way.

"I don't know, maybe both."

"Well, let me say this then… we will go slow… and I will stop, whenever you want me to stop. I don't want to hurt you, it's the very last thing I want to do." He brushed a tendril of hair away from her forehead.

"Ok," she breathed, grateful and simultaneously more afraid and more eager than she had been before.

"And Catherine… if I do nothing else in the time we spend together, I am going to convince you of one thing…" His mouth against her ear made her nipples harden immediately.

"Yes?"

"Those shop apes are daft, because you are beautiful." His eyes trailed down her body. "Every glorious inch of you…and I'm desperate to see all of you."

The urgency in his voice made her tingle. She slid off the couch and stood, turning her back to him. He settled back into the sofa, watching. She eased her t-shirt up over her head, looking back over her shoulder at him with a wicked little grin, and then tossed it at him. He held it to his face for a moment, breathing in the smell of her, then dropped it to the floor.

Pants were next and, with her back still to him, she found the snap and zip and slide of them over her hips more challenging with his eyes on her. She wiggled the jeans down and toed them off, tugging at her panties to keep them up. She bent over, one hand over her chest, and tossed her jeans behind her. He grinned, catching them, and dropped them to floor. She hesitated, half turned toward him, and he eyed her panties, yellow-like her t-shirt-with little white flowers. He nodded, and she noticed his hand moving down to cup the bulge in his jeans. That made her flush, and she shook her head, shy now.

He curled his finger at her, and she moved closer, still sideways, until he could touch her. His hand moved over her hip and thigh, tugging at the elastic of her panties. "Come on, sweets," he said hoarsely. "Take your knickers down and show me your naughty bits." Her eyes widened slightly, but she smiled, turning to face him, his hand easing over the angle of her hipbone to rest on the soft inward curve at her navel. She hooked her thumbs in her underwear, giving him a full view of her breasts and, within moments, all of her, as she dropped her panties down onto his chest.