Page 57 of My Forbidden Professor

He settles between my parted thighs. The cool air hits my core and then his heated flesh covers me. He grinds his shaft through my seam, spearing my slippery arousal. He kisses me, eyes searching mine. “Want to fuck you now. Please.”

He waits for me. For my permission. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything else.

“Yes, Jacob. Please.”

He wastes no time, adjusts his hips and slides into me as though he’s always belonged there.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jacob

Steph groans with me as I envelop myself in her slick heat. I grind into her, guiding myself into her depths as far as I can go. It’s too much. Not enough.

Need her. All over her inside and out.

She’s mine.

Mine for now, for always.

She gasps as I bottom out, back arching, head thrown back. I bend to nip the slender line of the throat she’s bared to me, tasting sweet salt on her skin. Her intimate essence on my tongue merges with her perspiration, driving my need higher.

More. I need more.

I’m a greedy bastard. I’ll take everything she’s willing to give me. I’m never going to let this woman get away. Not for any reason, the least being my utter stupidity.

I thank the angels. My guides. God himself for this moment I’ll be thankful for until the end of my days.

I withdraw from her body, drunk on the feel of her. Of the glazed look in her eyes. Of the raw, unconscious passion that emanates from her. Her fingers wind around my biceps as I drive back into her, again and again.

“Give me everything. Give me it all,” I say.

Her lips part and she cries out. “Yes, yes, yes. Take it. Take it all.”

Her breasts jolt with my thrusts. She winds her legs around my hips and holds on to me, riding me while I pleasure her. We’ve made love before, but this time it’s different. This is more intimate. A baring and melding of our souls.

She’s given me hers willingly, and now I’m serving mine up in a golden plate for her to do with what she will. I owe her my life because she’s brought my spirit back from the darkness, where I was lost for so long.

She’s saved me through her acceptance.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” I whisper.

She may not realize the magnitude of what she’s done, but I’ll spend a lifetime telling her. Showing her. It’s the least I can do. Our breathing syncs. She looks up at me, allowing me to read the desire that turns into molten heat, ecstasy splashed across her face. I rear over her on my palms and bend to take her mouth with mine. I suck on her lips. Her tongue. Drawing any part of her into my body in any way I can.

My balls pull tight. Begin to tingle. Tension thrums down my spine.

Need more.

Need.

I come to my knees, clawing her hips in a tight grip. Close. She’s close and I want to make this so good for her. I reach and grind the pad of my thumb down her clit, feeling the bundle of nerves pulse under my touch. It changes the tilt of her hips. Her breath catches. Her mouth falls open. Her gaze locks with mine. Locks. Surprise flickers before she draws into herself. Her core flutters around me.

She grips my wrists, body tightening as she orgasms. I thrust, drawing out her pleasure. Burning heat races up my spine and my balls draw taut. A thin keening comes from her mouth. I slam into her, harder, faster, my movements jerky, my flesh slapping against hers.

I release in one glorious unwinding. I toss my head, back arching, body tightening. Pleasure detonates. I roar. A golden coil snaps inside me and I shatter into a million tiny shards that have no beginning and no end.

Heaven. Nirvana. Paradise.

Whatever the fuck it’s called.

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