Prologue
Jacob
Smooth, slick, achingly warm heaven.
That’s the only way to describe what this feels like as I grab my pounding erection and line it up at Tippi’s still-pulsing entrance.
I’ve spent blissful ages teasing and tormenting her with my fingers and my tongue, making her groan and wail and eventually scream my name out loud several times. That was a reward in itself, but feeling her all soft and swollen and soaking against my cock is one hell of a prize; even the condom isn’t dulling anything for me.
My eyes roll back in my head as I dip the first two or three inches inside her, and we groan at the same time. Her skin is flushed, glowing, her eyes screwed up as tight as her pussy as I slide all the way home.
No. Not home. She’s made it clear that only here for now, not forever.
To distract myself from the pang in my chest elicited by that errant thought, I start grinding against her clit with my pubic bone, the way she taught me, and drag my cock against her g-spot in the way I’ve learned she likes. The pleasure this woman has introduced me to has been nothing short of miraculous, and whatever happens from here on out, I will be forever grateful and in her debt. She moans again, grabbing my arse and digging her fingertips into my flesh. I relish the sharp bite of her nails as I watch her shatter underneath me again, spellbound. I think this is her fourth orgasm, maybe even her fifth.
Idid this to her.
Bracing my arms on either side of her head, tangling my hands in her glorious blonde waves, I cage her in and kiss her, slowly, unhurriedly. Time may be racing too fast for my liking, but for these few, precious moments she is mine. Despite her wanderlust. Despite the fact that being tied down is anathema to her unless it involves cable ties and orgasm torture. I’ve known this from the start. She’s been honest about it from minute one. So I swallow down the dark feeling of anticipatory loss and resolve to live every single one of these days, minutes, seconds with her that she’s gifted to me to the max.
I may never have this again.
Any one of these fucks could be our last.
Tippi opens her piercing golden eyes, which burn into mine. I used to find eye contact difficult, but when it comes to this woman, I crave it. Her gaze always lets me know that she misses nothing, knows every trick in the book; but this time, the expression in them seems surprised, almost… lost. With her hair spread gloriously over the pillow, slightly damp at the temples from exertion, and the way she’s biting her lip, she’s a carnal goddess. Her upturned pixie nose runs affectionately along mine, and a delicious shiver tickles down my spine. Even when my cock is as far inside her as it can go, stretching her mercilessly, I want more, I wanther, like a fury burning in every cell in my body. I slant my mouth against hers, circling her tongue with mine. I know she can taste herself on my lips, and the soft noise of enjoyment she gives makes my dick thud until I’m light headed.
My hands glide to the backs of her thighs and hold her in place, legs apart, lifting her lower spine slightly. It allows me to thrust smoother, harder, andfuck, that’s incredible, that hot, silky friction relentlessly massaging the most sensitive parts of me in a way that feels like devastatingly wonderful torture. I have to tamp down the urge to speed up for my own gratification, because it’s Tippi’s I want, that I’m chasing with everything in me.
“You feel… so good,” I groan. “I think about this all day. About being in you. About you… using me. However you want.”
“Oh, fuck.” I watch as she shivers. “Who are you and what have you done with my shy professor?”
My balls are tightening almost painfully now, but I grit my teeth against it, taking a deep, measured breath.I. Will. Not. Succumb. She’s coming again, before I do, if I have to die for it.
Oh, thankChrist, there it is: that telltale flutter of her satiny walls, presaging her climax. Her satiny walls clamp around me like a tight, hot glove, and I love, love, fuckingloveseeing her face like this. Red, flushed, with wild and feverish eyes only visible when they’re not helplessly squeezed shut against the onslaught. There’s an amazing smell of sex, ofus, lingering sweetly in the air, and I inhale greedily, letting it galvanize me up a notch.
I can’t stop myself any longer. Slamming into her, one hard, smooth thrust, I make her cry out and clutch at me mindlessly. I know that feeling; I can taste it like the lingering traces of liquor in a kiss.
Again, harder.
Again.
God, those wet sounds…
It’s enough. With a growling whimper, she detonates again, mercilessly raking my back with her fingernails and straining against me to coax every last drop of sensation she can from this position.Go for it, sweetheart, I silently tell her as I allow myself to speed up at last, grunting low in my throat as the come shoots out of me, filling the condom with everything I feel for her. The pleasure rips and tingles along every nerve ending in my body, so intense that my vision goesblack for a moment.
The world is blurry when I come back down to earth, and I’m panting like I’ve run five miles. At some point during the final climax, our hands ended up clasped together, holding on to each other tight as we came at the same time. I don’t know when that happened, but it makes me smile faintly.
Until I notice that she is…
Oddly rigid.
I look down at her, stunned to see tears pouring down the sides of her face. She’s almost vibrating with the effort not to break down…
…and then it’s as though a dam breaks. It startles me when she starts to sob like a broken child, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. The piteous muffled sounds tear at my heart, and I would do anything she asked to bring her comfort. Anything. Shit.Fuck.Did I hurt her? I thought we were in the moment together - I didn’t mean -
“Don’t leave,” she weeps brokenly into my neck and collarbone. “Please, don’t leave me…”
Chapter 1
