I chuckle at the repulsion in her voice while softly biting the curve of her shoulder.
“I better make it worth your while then,” I purr as my hand searches down her stomach and dips into the top of her panties with a fully filed nail. As careful as I try to be, I never want to risk nicking her. All are filed down now.
She gasps as I part her labia and draw circles around her clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder, watching my ministrations in the bathroom mirror with her half-lidded violet gaze. I kiss up and down her exposed neck, sucking at the base of her earlobe and rubbing behind it gently with my tongue. She holds my hips behind her and grinds into my swollen cock as I play with her clit. I still wear my sweatpants, but I could come from the exquisite friction alone.
With my other hand, I pull down a cup of her lacy bra to expose the round globe of her breast and pinch and twist her sensitive nipple—so reactive to my touch. It is red and puckered, ready for me. I love to play with her breasts. If I pluck and suck on them long enough, the smallest brush against her clit sets her alight. Tonight though, I plan on being buried deep within her as she comes on my cock.
“What do you want, Ada?” I murmur into her ear.
“Please make me come,” she begs sweetly. Her shaky breath tells me she is already close.
“Want your yeti to fuck you through it?” I growl, tweaking her nipple a little harder to make her moan her response.
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Good girl. Now take off your panties for me.” She hooks her fingers in the waist band and pushes them down her thighs, so they drop the floor.
“The bra too,” I instruct her, gently kissing the top of her head as she unclasps it. While she pulls her arms through it and tosses it to the side, I move my other hand down to her pussy and spread her labia so I can see it in the mirror. Dew coats her puffy lips, ready to take me.
“So wet already. Have you been thinking about me all day? About how you want me to take you tonight? Will it be slow and gentle or hard and fast?” I ask as I stroke along the entrance of her core with two fingers, sliding in only the tips to tease her.
“I always think about you. About your cock,” she whines, moving her hips trying to notch me in further.
“That is the right answer. You will get your reward now. Exactly what you have been waiting for all day.” A rumble rolls through me. I am as eager as she is.
I shuck my pants and my swollen cock springs free, already leaking thick come. I rub it along my tip and shaft for extra lubricant. My cock’s numerous veins are extremely prominent to keep it warm in Arctic temperatures, giving it a more corrugated look and feel than is usual, according to Ada. It drives her into a frenzy sometimes when its texture rubs deep inside her.
Presenting to me, she bends forward and holds onto the sink for leverage. I nudge her legs wider, exposing everything to my eyes. Her pussy glistens as she wiggles her lusciously rounded butt cheeks in anticipation of being filled. I angle my hips forward, rubbing the tapered head of my cock along her pussy, collecting all her moisture, letting the head slide against her clit to push her to the brink.
“Oh Norrell, I need to be fucked,” she pleads, canting her hips so my shaft rubs her even faster.
“What do you want me to fuck you with?” I demand playfully, aware I am driving her mad.
“Your fat beautiful cock,” she drawls out from low in her throat, watching me in the mirror with hazy eyes.
“Then take it all like a good girl.” My voice turns guttural as I line up and push my cock into her. It slides right in coated with our shared fluids. Being inside her nearly robs me of my ability to speak. A primal creature looks back at me in the mirror. I growl uncontrollably as she moans in relief.
Gripping her hips, I thrust deep then quick, over and over, rocking a fast rhythm into her tightly clenching pussy. My balls slap against her labia and clit, the motion feeling like a tug, further drawing out my own pleasure. Her channel grips me harder like a fist, and I know she quickly reaches the edge. I grit my teeth to hold back my own release until after hers.
I rub a few tight circles around her clit as I thrust even deeper, nearly lifting her off her feet. I hold those thrusts inside her a little longer, so she takes every inch of me. She shrieks, babbling my name as she reaches her peak and tumbles into pleasurable abyss. I fuck her through it, pushing through the rhythmic squeeze around my cock. When she relaxes in my arms, my restraint vanishes. My cock jerks, for what feels like ages, as my come streams deep within her.
Rumbling in satisfaction as I catch my breath, I wind an arm across her shoulders to hoist her upright, so she is standing again. She smiles sleepily at me in the mirror and declares, “That’s exactly what I needed.”
She turns her head to the side while I embrace her, so she looks up at me directly. I kiss her deeply, my tongue seeking hers just as passionately as I made love to her. I only stop when my come begins to leak out of her onto our pressed-together thighs. I grab a small towel and hold it to her as I pull out my softenedcock. After wiping away most of it, I toss it in a hamper to deal with it later.
Before she can pick up her discarded panties, I lift her up, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. I walk us to the bedroom and lower her onto her side of the bed. She keeps her legs hooked behind my back so I hover over her. She cups her hands around my face, peppering it with soft kisses. I run my hands up and down her sides, relishing the dips and curves of her body.
“Lie down next to me,” she whispers and pats the bed.
I climb over her to do as she asks. She rests her head on my shoulder while I pull her into me. She twines her fingers through the pelt on my chest lazily. I lightly scratch her back with my dull nails. We rest for a time, appreciating each other’s quiet company.
This year with Ada was the best of my life. There is no doubt she is my mate, though we have not spoken those words. She has been unbelievably generous in her tolerance of the secrecy and resulting complications of my preference to remain undisclosed here. The academy upholds this accommodation for rarer and more solitary visitors. But I see how hard it is for her, and I appreciate everything she sacrifices for me. I knew when I revealed myself to her that night in the library that I would not regret it.
She lifts her head and scoots over so that it rests on the pillow, facing me. I continue to scratch her back, occasionally kneading a muscle to give her skin a break. After a few minutes, she murmurs, “I love how warm you are. I wish I could stay all night.”
I hum in agreement. “I wish you could too. I will be glad to shed the yoke of this secrecy. It grows more difficult each day.”
I extended my stay to coincide with the end of Ada’s studies. I did as much of my own research as I could here, thoughthis extra time has been useful. Some deans and other faculty approached me to assist their own research on Malefic and wild magick, which I am happy to do since they have been so obliging of me for nearly a year. Though it takes up more of my free time recently than I would prefer, time I could devote to Ada.
