“We’re getting married,” I announce.
She makes a face. “Is that the deal you made with Dean Campbell?”
“Nope.” I shuck off my shirt and tackle my trousers. “It’s the deal I’m making with you. Either marry me or no more of this.” I take my cock in hand.
A muffled laugh escapes her. “Are you threatening me? Or blackmailing me?”
“Both? Either? Is it working?” I don’t have much of a plan here. I just want to make love to Kayla and do my research. I can do the latter anywhere.
“Maybe.” She lifts her head enough to get a good look, and a wicked little light appears in her eyes. “What else are you proposing?”
“Besides marriage? Nothing. It’s all or nothing, babe.”
“I want it all,” she declares.
“Good girl. Slide onto your knees then and open your mouth.”
She does as she’s told.
“Flatten out your tongue and open wide.”
Her jaw drops, and whether it’s in surprise or actual obedience, I don’t care. It’s an opening and I take it. I slide my heavy weight along the slippery surface of her tongue, penetrating the humid recesses of her mouth. Her lips rub across the sensitive membranes of my shaft, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her hands reach out to grab my hips.
“No.” I give a stern shake of my head. No way I’ll be able to last if she touches me. “Hands behind your head,” I order.
I didn’t even know I was into this, but seeing her on her knees with her hands cupping her own skull, her mouth wrapped around my cock, the submissive posture, willing to take everything that I have, nearly floors me. “You’re going to make a real obedient little wife for me.” The words just come out. “I’m gonna tell you what to do, and you’re not even gonna have to think for a moment.”
She whimpers, and I have to lock my knees before beginning a slow shuttle in and out of her mouth. Fire whips through my veins like a golden lash. Every time she touches me, she binds me closer. I was hers from the moment she walked into my office, but each time we touch, our bonds wrap tighter. Nothing can sever us now. Not the dean, not the university, not even science itself. We will be one forever.
“Open your throat, baby. It’s going to be rough, but we’ll make it,” I encourage. I cup her chin and stroke her bulging cheek with a thumb. “You need me to pull out?”
She wrinkles her nose in mute refusal. I reach around and cup her neck to lend her some support. “Take it easy, girl. Don’t try to swallow it all at once. Open up for me. You do a good job here and I’ll give you a passing grade.”
She moans again, and one of her hands drops between her legs.
“None of that,” I bark. “That’s my pussy. Did I tell you you could touch my pussy?”
She shakes her head, and her teeth scrape across my cock. I have to bite down on my lip until I taste blood in order to get control over myself, but it’s nearly too late. I can feel the orgasm building, pressing on my spine. I pull out.
“Wait!” she protests, putting out a hand to try to grab me. I swivel away. “I wasn’t done,” she pouts.
“Your little pussy needs attention. That’s mine now. You don’t get to touch unless I tell you to. Up on the bed and spread your legs.” I flip her back onto the bed and pull the sweater over her head. “You can’t wear anything that has lights on your tits in the future.” I crumple the damn thing in a ball and toss it in the corner.
“That was my favorite sweater,” she mock pouts.
“Put it on a teddy bear and enjoy it that way.” I pull down her skirt and underwear and then push her back. “Time for me to eat.”
She tastes like spiced cider, hot, tangy, and intoxicating. I tunnel my fingers into her tight cunt and scissor them apart to make way for my marauding tongue. I could eat her all day and all night and never get tired of her. Her heels dig into my back, and her chest heaves as she gasps for air. I grab one of her tits and massage as I devour her cunt. This is the life. The perfect, pleasurable life I didn’t even know I needed or wanted until Kayla appeared. She cries out as the orgasm seizes her. Her hot juice spills onto my tongue. I surge upward and thrust into her just as the next wave seizes her.
“Love you,” I choke out between thrusts. “Loving you now and forever. Don’t you ever forget that, hear?”
“I won’t. I promise. I won’t.”
“You love me, too,” I demand.
“Of course. Of course I love you.” She pushes up to wrap her arms around me and press her lips to mine, and that’s how I love her, holding her and thrusting into her, rubbing our bodies against each other until we’re one person, crashing through the waves of pleasure, binding our souls together.
I never thought much about Christmas in the past, but this year and for every year after, I will always think of it as ours.