He leans across the space and kisses me hungrily.
Even at a time like this?
“Ichabod,” I smile against his lips. “Don’t you think we should get going…”
“Out into the night?” He cuts me off with another deep kiss. “You’re much safer in here with me.”
He stands, lifting my hand in his and pulling me to my feet. We’re so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. It’s still slick with sweat from running through the dark halls in fear. The contrast with the cold classroom makes me shiver. He brushes my tangled braid aside with one hand, exposing my neck and my pulse, which has quickened considerably. He dips his head and his lips brush the sensitive skin at the base of my throat.
“But we should get a head start on stopping the…” I begin to argue weakly but trail off as he continues kissing up and behind my ear.
“You’ve given me a second chance at life, and I need to thank you properly,” he interrupts headily.
My mind is stuck on the Horseman and our need to stop him.
“I’m serious,” I start to say again.
“So am I.”
His mouth finds mine and he kisses me intensely, backing me up until the sharp edge of the desk hits the back of my thighs.
“You looked so hot, charging into that room to save me,” he murmurs. “Although I think I would have preferred it if you were the one with your hands tied together.”
He kisses me again and I moan into his mouth, my resolve weakening.
Ichabod makes quick work of removing my jumper and then my top, kissing across my chest while his lithe fingers work on undoing my jeans. He pushes them down and I step out, kicking them away. The cold pebbles my nipples. I feel so exposed, standing almost naked at the head of the classroom.
He cups my face with one hand, lips firmly pressed against mine, his other hand trailing down my stomach, until he finds what he’s looking for. Slowly, he massages small circles through my panties, sending a throb of pleasure into my lower stomach. I ache for more of him. I run my hands over his stomach, his chest, grateful that wicked blade never touched him.
We break apart and he lifts me slightly onto the edge of the desk, spreading my knees and standing between my thighs.
He sinks to his knees gently, kissing across my collarbone and down my chest to my stomach as he lowers himself to the floor. He runs his lips up my leg, delicately, steadily. I tremble in anticipation, the feather-light touch trailing goosebumps in its wake. His tongue flicks out to caress the crease of my inner thigh, drawing ever closer to what he wants. What I want. One hand grips my calf, the other tugging my panties to the side.
He pulls back slightly, pausing before he takes me, gazing up into my eyes.
He leans in, I feel his hot breath as his tongue slowly runs from the base of my opening to the top. I shudder. He keeps his attention there, sucking and nibbling, and I buck my hips into his waiting mouth, pulling him closer in as my legs wrap around his back. He laps at me until my thighs tremble. I gasp when he delves a finger inside me, curling it and stroking firmly inside. I hear how wet I am as he works me with precision. A pot of pens tumbles from the desk as I lean back, giving Ichabod more access, and it hits the floor with aclangand rolls away. I quake as he adds a second finger and begins to work it in and out,tongue still swirling over my swollen clit. The intensity swells inside me.
He moves his fingers faster, rhythmically curling and pressing as I clench around him. I can feel myself getting close. I let out a small whimper and put my hand over my own mouth to stop myself from crying out into the silence. His fingers closes around my wrist, pulling my hand away.
I arch my back, grinding into his mouth impatiently, searching for release. My hand brushes through his hair, wanting to grab it and pull him against me harder still. But Ichabod gently removes his fingers and stands to unbuckle his belt.
I look down as he pulls out his thick cock, pre-cum already beading at the tip. I slide my hips closer to the edge of the desk and tilt myself, ready to take him. He positions himself at my already soaking entrance.
The threat of the evening’s events heightens every sense, I smell the sweat and dirt on his skin, my heartbeat pounds in my chest, there’s a savage desire to have him, to feel alive.
He thrusts in without hesitation. I cry out.
He pushes further inside, filling me, stretching me. Almost painful.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
We cling to each other, kissing, grabbing, wild and animalistic. Both alive. He fucks me quickly, roughly, holding me to him.
His strokes get deeper, harder, and soon we’re both moaning, on the edge. He winds his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and grips me, forcing me to lift further into him. I moan as the pressure inside me builds and the base of his shaft pounds into me with each thrust.
He moans with me, the noise rising like a symphony.
Writhing against each other, he pounds into me, relentless. With one final thrust, we finish together. I buck uncontrollablyover him as he continues to push into me. The table rocks, my thighs shake, our moans echoing in the empty classroom.
