Page 18 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
The cost of fixing the damage would be high, and I hoped my university would cover some of it.
“That’s shitty. I hope they catch them. This won’t cause you problems with the university, right?” His strokes focused on my ass as his hard-on jutted into me.
“Dr. Winters assured me that everything is fine, and I can have the time I need. Which is a relief. Still, are all these setbacks trying to tell me something? Should I stop this research? There’s most likely a good reason why no one’s done this before.” Despair filled me.
“What? Kitten, no.” He touched his forehead to mine. “If you love your research, if you believe in it, then keep on with it. We don’t let the assholes win, remember?”
“I know.” That, too, went a long way in soothing my soul. “It’ll be a lot of work to set everything up again. I’m so tired.”
The idea of starting over daunted me. Also, part of me, once again, wished for a blizzard, trapping us here in New York so I could have some rest.
He stroked my hair in a hypnotic rhythm. “I know. You work so hard. Hey, you get to go to Bayside to see your little brother. And to Hawai’i. I’m sure you’ll do some fun things with the Maimers.”
“I do. But all I want is you.” I sighed, kissing him.
“You have me. How do you want me? Soft and slow? Hard and fast? Here on the couch? Against the wall? I’m all yours.” He kissed me again as heat ignited between us.
Intermission was about over. This couch probably had seen more ass than backstage at fashion week. I should sayno.
I didn’t care. The need to unite with him overwhelmed me to the point where I could think of nothing but locking him deep inside me.
“Kiss me like you missed me.” I unzipped his pants as our lips crashed together. His tongue probed mine as he worked my pants and panties off.
“You’re so wet for me,” he gasped as his hand worked my wanting slit.
“I need you.” I palmed his hard cock, beading with pre-cum, and… sticky? Putting my hand to my mouth, I made a show of licking it.
Yes, it was sticky–and sweet like last night. Sweeter even. It reminded me a little of Dean’s slick, though it wasn’t quite the same consistency. I said nothing as he kicked off his pants.
Pinning my hands over my head on the oversized couch, he impaled me with one smooth, hard stroke, filling me to my very soul.
“How’s that, Kitten? Is that what you need?” His green eyes never left mine as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. “Because you’re what I need. Always.”
Jolts of pleasure shot through me as his ruthless and unrelenting thrusts pounded my pussy. His eyes stayed on me as he told me how much he needed me. How much he loved me.
An orgasm shuddered through me, making me gasp. “I love you, too, Grif.”
One hand kept my arms over my head, as his free hand worked my clit, bringing me toward another rise of pleasure.
“I’m going to come, Kitten. I’m going to pour my cum into your sweet pussy the way I hope us fucking fills your heart with all my love.” He pulled out all the way this time and slammed in, giving two hard strokes.
His fingers flicked my clit, sending me into another orgasm as hot cum rushed into my pussy. Grif’s mouth fell on mine as he kissed me over, our bodies entangled as my cunt locked down on his cock, keeping him inside me.
He fell on top of me, hand letting my wrists go. We rolled back onto our sides as he held me tight. Yep, it was well into the second period.
But I didn’t mind because I had him. Finally.
In the arena parking garage, I leaned into Grif. The two of us stank of sweat and sex. Something the Maimers had teased me about unrelentingly as I slipped back onto the bench for the third period.
Between the bits he’d told me and his smell and taste, I was pretty sure my hypothesis was correct. I had some homework to do.
“Tiger, I’m going to miss you.” I cupped his face with my hand. Everything was loaded onto the bus that would take the Maimers to the airport.
Grif planted another kiss on my lips. “Be safe on your trip.”
“Thanks for my stuffie. It’ll be nice to have something to cuddle at night.” I leaned my head on his shoulder.
“Do you want to take Lucky?” he asked in earnest.
