My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (good books for 7th graders txt) 📗

had learned to pick locks from a former boyfriend back in high school.

“Finally full?” she teased as she grinned at him.

He patted his totally flat stomach. “Gotta keep my energy up. You certainly wouldn’t want me to falter and run out of energy at a critical time, would you?”

Chloe laughed as she picked up his plate. “No. I certainly wouldn’t want you to deflate at the wrong moment.”

Chuckling, she rinsed his plate and placed it in the sink to soak with the other dishes.

Walking back into the main room, she was surprised to find him already sitting on the couch, arm spread out, inviting her to sit right beside him.

“Eager tonight, are you?” she laughed.

“Come on, we have stuff to do. Don’t want to waste all that warmth and energy that delicious meal gave me.”

Laughing, she sat next to him and relaxed into his warm chest. When his arm gently curved around her, she felt as if she had finally come home.

“You mentioned how much you enjoyed teaching. Are you going to continue it, even though your subbing is finished?”

She leaned back to look up to him.

“I met this really wonderful old woman at the café today. Mona. She said there was a need for an elementary teacher in the local school back in the main town. It’s a fairly short distance from here, only about an hour. I might rent an apartment in the city, or maybe a cabin halfway between here and the town, so I can be closer to Mary. Matthew is already in town, and will be heading back off to college again soon.”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure they’ll even hire me, but I really think I’d enjoy it. I think I’ve finally found where my passion lies.”

Samuel started nuzzling her neck. She giggled as he growled and gently nipped her neck.

“Surely not all your passion is in teaching kids?”

Giggling, she wriggled, trying to escape out of his arms. He tightened his hold and continued nipping her neck, insisting on a response.

“Well, I seem to have a lot of other passion for one long, thick, warm object. But at the moment the teaching is looking really promising.”

Laughing outright as he growled and rolled them both onto the floor, she wriggled as he trapped her body underneath his own much larger one.

“Only teaching is looking promising, huh? What do you say we go back to playing Dominic’s card game?”

Without lessening the pressure on her, he lifted one arm up, felt around until he held the small box of cards, and pulled off the lid.

Only a single card was inside the box. It had a red border, with “Advanced: for those who dare” emblazoned on it.

Chloe sobered up, her laughter dying away. She had a funny feeling about this.

Samuel sat up, sitting on his knees on the floor and offered her the box, looking incongruous with its solitary card inside.

Chloe reached out to take the card, idly noticing her hand shook very faintly as she reached for the card. Picking it out, she turned it over.

I love you. You are my heart’s passion, Chloe. Marry me. Please.

The script was not the typed print of the other cards. Obviously the game had come with a number of red-rimmed cards that were blank, for the man or woman to fill in themselves.

The bold, masculine script could only be Samuel’s.

Chloe looked up to the man who sat opposite her. Opening her mouth, she tried to form words. Nothing would come. She was so totally shocked.

Samuel stared at her, his beautiful blue eyes piercing her with his intensity.

“It’s simple, Chloe. I love you. I think I fell in love with you at Dom and Mary’s wedding. I just didn’t want to admit that such a young, willowy woman could bring me to my knees. I want to help you reach your dreams, want you to realize all your passions, particularly those of your heart. But most of all, I want to be your heart’s passion.”

Chloe felt a tear trickle down her face. Sitting up she threw her arms around Samuel.

“Oh my, that was the most beautiful proposal. You are my heart’s passion, Samuel. Your fantasies make me so hot I want to bring each and every one true. I want to come home from school to see your smiling, cheeky face. Yes. I’ll marry you.”

With a groan, he swept her close for a soul-searing kiss. Plucking the card from her hand, he let it drop to the floor and rolled them over so she was astride him.

“Ride me, baby,” he groaned. “Ride me until we both burst.”

Eagerly, they stripped each other until they were both naked. Chloe pumped his cock with her hand, once, then twice. As a tiny pearl of pre-cum squeezed out of his tip, she murmured and bent down to lick it up. Rolling it around in her mouth, she reached up and kissed him firmly on his mouth, letting him taste their mingled essence.

“Please, baby,” he groaned, tilting his hips suggestively at her.

Grinning, she teased his nipple.

“Patience,” she intoned.

“Fuck patience,” he muttered, bending his head to take her nipple in his mouth. She gasped at the shock that ran through her body. She felt the world moving, and realized it was only Samuel rolling her underneath him, pushing aside the coffee table with a loud thunk, so they didn’t hit their heads at a busy moment. Laughing, she caressed his shaft and balls.

“What happened to me riding you?”

“Next time,” he promised.

With one, fierce thrust, he was inside her, both of them moaning in pleasure. Chloe stroked the delicate skin between his shaft and balls, and he lightly fingered her clit. She was amazed at how quickly she felt herself spinning out of control. Before she could even catch her breath she felt her head arch back into the rug, her back bow out and the climax tear through her.

A split second later, Samuel was shouting, thrusting even deeper inside her, his seed erupting deep inside her.

He collapsed on