When he adds a third finger, stretching me wider, I'm trembling and so close to the edge. My free hand fists in the sheets and my back arches as the pressure builds and builds.
Then he pulls back and I want to scream.
"Not yet." He strips off his jeans and boxers in one motion and I see how hard he is, cock thick and already leaking. My mouth goes dry. "Together. I need to be inside you when you come."
He settles back between my thighs and takes himself in hand, stroking once. His eyes lock on mine and I can see the war in them. Need versus control.
"I've thought about this all day," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "Thought about being inside you while he was putting his hands on you."
He lines himself up at my entrance and I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. Not pushing in yet. Just there. The anticipation is torture.
"Tell me you're mine," he says.
"I'm yours." The words come out breathless. "Always yours first."
He pushes in slowly, just the tip, and my breath catches. The stretch is immediate and I press my hand harder over my mouth. He watches my face, watches my eyes go wide as he feeds me another inch.
"That's it," he breathes. "Take me."
Inch by torturous inch, he sinks deeper. I can feel every ridge, every vein, the thick head of him dragging against my inner walls. My pussy clenches around him, trying to adjust, and he groans low in his throat.
"Fuck, you're tight." His jaw clenches and sweat beads on his temples. "So fucking tight and perfect."
When he's halfway in, he pauses. His forehead drops to mine and I can see the restraint it's taking him not to just thrust home and claim what he wants.
"More," I whisper.
He sinks deeper and my hips lift off the bed. My legs wrap around his waist, trying to pull him in faster, but he holds firm. Taking his time even though I can feel him shaking.
When he's finally fully seated, buried to the hilt inside me, we both go still. Just breathing. Just feeling how my body stretches to accommodate him, how he fills me completely.
"Mine," he whispers. "You're mine first. Always mine first."
"Always," I manage, clenching around him.
The sensation makes him groan and his hips jerk forward, driving even deeper. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my cry.
He starts to move and it takes everything in me not to cry out. Each thrust is slow and deep, angled to hit that spot inside me that makes pleasure spark up my spine. His cock drags against my inner walls and I can feel every ridge, every vein, every perfect inch of him.
I meet him stroke for stroke, our bodies finding a rhythm that's familiar and ours. Sweat builds between us and he has to brace himself on one elbow to keep the bed from creaking too loudly. The restraint required makes every movement more intense, the quiet desperation adding edge to the pleasure.
He reaches between us and finds my clit, circling it with his thumb. The dual stimulation pushes me closer to the edge. My thighs start shaking and my breath comes in short gasps.
"Come for me," he breathes against my neck. "Let me feel you."
His thumb presses harder. His cock hits that spot deep inside me and I shatter. My pussy clenches tight around him in waves, pleasure crashing through me so intense I see stars. I bite downhard on his shoulder, tasting salt and skin, muffling the scream that wants to tear out of me.
He doesn't stop moving. Keeps thrusting through my orgasm, dragging it out, making it last until I'm trembling and oversensitive and desperate.
"Julian," I gasp against his skin. "Please... Professor..."
The word breaks something in him. His rhythm falters and then he's driving into me harder, chasing his own release. His breathing goes ragged and I feel his whole body tense above me.
"Say it again," he groans.
"Professor Harmon." I clench around him intentionally. "Sir."
"Fuck," he groans, the word barely audible. His hips stutter. Then he's coming, cock pulsing deep inside me. I feel every spurt of his release, hot and thick, filling me. His body shakes and he buries his face in my neck, fighting to stay quiet as his orgasm tears through him.
