I hummed, knowing the sound and vibration would set him off. And just like I knew it would, he groaned deeply, tightened his hand in my hair painfully, and thrust his hips up into my mouth, making me take as much as I could.
He came powerfully, shooting his load down my throat. I swallowed it all, my eyes watering but my appetite for him strong.
And when I felt his cock become semisoft in my mouth, only then did I pull back. I sucked in a great lungful of air, the blood rushing below the surface of my lips, my mouth feeling swollen. He stared at me with desire on his face. This light sheen of sweat covered his bare chest, and arousal slammed into me.
I wanted him, desperately.
I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, his cock hardening between our bodies instantly. I was so wet, drenched in fact.
I reached down and grabbed his dick, placed the tip at my entrance, and slid down on his shaft fluidly. We both groaned, and my entire body heated, sweat beading along my chest and back. I braced my hands on his pectoral muscles and started riding him.
Up and down, faster and harder. I ground my pelvis against his on every downstroke, curled my nails into his chest every time I rose up. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher, and the clipped sounds coming from Lucian told me he’d be going over the edge right along with me.
He might’ve just gotten off, but when I said he was insatiable for me, I meant just that.
And then he grabbed my breasts and pulled at my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, twisting the tips until I tilted my head back, my hair brushing along the top of my ass, and cried out as I came.
I fell over the edge hard.
It wasn’t until several moments passed that I collapsed on his chest, Lucian holding me, his cock still buried deep in my body. We didn’t say anything, but no words needed to be spoken.
This moment was perfect.
This moment was our reality.
* * *
Professor Goode
I heard her come into the kitchen and turned around as Grace walked in. She was freshly showered, her hair damp and hanging over her shoulders, the ends starting to curl slightly as the locks dried.
She was dressed in a pair of black formfitting jeans, the white ballet flats matching a little white T-shirt she wore. There were little red flowers printed on the material, her breasts pressing against the fabric, the V-neck low enough I caught just a hint of cleavage.
I made a little sound in the back of my throat at that sight, and she glanced at me. She smiled and came up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and rising on her toes to kiss me.
“You get so jealous over everything,” she said on a little sigh.
“Does that upset you?”
“Turns me on that you want me all to yourself.”
I grunted and set the spatula down, wrapping my arms around her waist and moving her back toward the counter. I had her lifted up and sitting on the edge of it a second later, used my body to push her legs apart, and stepped between them.
I dipped down and kissed the side of her neck, smelling the soap she’d used earlier, feeling the warmth from her skin, the chill from her damp hair against my cheek.
“I can’t help it. I just want to keep you all to myself.” She sighed and rested against me, and I just held her.
After a year together, my feelings for Grace had increased tenfold. Every day they grew stronger, consumed me even more.
I slid my hand down her arm, over her wrist, and rested my fingers on hers. I pulled back and looked down at her hand, lifting it up and resting a digit on her ring finger.
“I’m going to need my ring on here soon, Grace.”
“I know,” she said pleasurably. “I want that.”
The only reason I hadn’t married her yet was because I wanted her to finish school. I wanted her to find her independence and get her degree. I wanted her to do everything she desired. Rushing things could have her pulling away, and that wasn’t what I wanted. Ever.
“Having my ring on your finger will let everybody know that you’re mine.” I ran the tip of my nose up the length of her neck. Although truth be told, her wearing a fucking ring wouldn’t stop me from tearing down anyone who thought they could take Grace from me.
I had my hands on the counter beside her now, knowing that I could’ve fucked her again, my cock already hard as it dug against the zipper of my slacks.
“Don’t forget my mother is coming over tonight with her boyfriend.”
I pulled back, the mention of her family like cold water on my arousal. “I didn’t forget.” I could see the worry on her face. “Are you nervous to meet her new boyfriend?”