I made sure to blow my load before coming to get her to keep a level head for this discussion and to give my fucking blue balls a break. As much as I want to fuck the shit out of her, I need to be patient and let this play out.
She can flip on a dime and go from walls down to walls up in a split second, but I need them down longer to sneak past her defense. Her hands move into my hair, tugging the strands at the base, which I fucking love. I groan, angling my head to shove my tongue deeper, imagining my cock doing the same thing.
The sounds of the water and the occasional call of a bird flying are heard. Otherwise, we are utterly alone. I want to get to at least second base with her if she lets me.
Kissing her is easy. She’s so open and as hungry for me as I am for her. I grab her ass, kneading those fine cheeks. More than a handful and perfect from whatever she does to stay in shape.
Her hands release my hair and slip to my chest, pushing me away to breathe.
“I’ve got to . . .”
I don’t care what she’s got to do. I’ve got to keep this going, moving us forward until she’s ultimately mine. My lips nibble down her neck as she pants. Her pulse throbs under my flattened tongue while my hands move from her ass to her back. I tug on the base of her sweater to untuck it from her pants, feeling her skin.
She’s soft and warm. Her skin is like silk under my rough fingertips. Her narrow waist dips at her spine, and I’m almost sure that if she were naked, she’d have sexy back dimples.
“Diego.”
My lips are too busy nipping at her neck and earlobes. My hands are too busy exploring her skin until I pop the clasp on her bra. She gasps when my fingertips dance around to the front, blazing a hot trail to her hard nipples.
A deep, guttural groan escapes my lips as I feel the excruciating pressure building in my groin. My erection strains against my zipper, rubbing against her tight body. Her hands slip into my leather jacket, the coldness seeping through my shirt and startling me. I pull off her neck to gaze into her eyes.
“You’re fucking freezing. Let’s get out of here.”
I don’t feel any goosebumps on her breasts as I thoroughly massage them. Her moans come out sporadically when I caress her in different ways.
“No.”
Her stunning eyes are glittering with lust, her mouth parting enough for her tongue to dart across her bottom lip, reminding me where my lips should be.
“Do you have a condom?”
Holy shit.
It’s happening.
Far faster than I expected.
I’d pump my fist in the air if they weren’t already filled with her soft breasts.
“Yeah, I do!”
I smile like a fucking idiot.
So damn excited and sounding like a damn kid at Christmas. But shit, who can blame me? I have a hot professor who wants to go all the way.
Grand fucking slam for me.
“Good, fuck me against your bike.”
My heart beats in triple time. My cock is nearly about to bust from what she says. This is the fucking thing dreams are made of. Dicking my professor on my bike.
“Kokami.”
My lips crash to hers, aggressively and thankful for this fucking second, minute, and day. I keep kissing her while my hands move to her belt, unfastening it and tugging on the button at her waist.
As her pants loosen, I feel a rush of adrenaline. The possibility of getting caught heightens the anticipation. My heart pounds in my cock as I push her pants down alongside her boots. The cold night air practically begs for us to stop, but that only fuels my lust-crazed frenzy more.
Her hands grab the sides of my shirt, her nails digging into my skin, leaving faint scratches that would serve as trophies of our escapade. The smell of her perfume intensifies with every passing moment, making my head swim with desire.
