Page 26 of Professor Next Door

He sucked at the bud again before he pulled away. “Scream for me, Tara. Let yourself go. Take what you want. Pull, tear, ride me until you come, baby. That’s all I ask.”

I could only watch as he went back to my center, his tongue sliding up my slit until he found that central nerve center and started to suck again.

I decided the best response was action. My hands tangled in his hair, holding his head still as I did as instructed and rode his face for my own pleasure, using him as my toy. He obliged by letting me as he fucked me with his finger deep inside of me.

My body began a low quake, a warning of what was to come as I sighed his name. He thrust his finger deeper, sliding another one in with it aiming for a new spot. That’s when my walls clamped down around him, and pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known ripped through me. My back arched off the bed, my head pressed into the pillows, and my thighs closed around his head.

A sound came from me I’ve never heard before, a guttural sound of release, of pleasure, tore from my throat and filled the room. Galen gave his own moan of appreciation, sending me even higher as he moved within me, on me, to make it last.

I didn’t have time to come down, I didn’t have time to internalize it all and examine it before he was slipping on a condom and pressing into me, on his knees. I pushed back, eager to know how it felt to encase him. We moved together, past the barrier, past the tear of pain, into a world where only we existed, him and me.

Galen pulled me up from the bed and we stared into each other’s eyes as we moved, his strong arms holding me up easily. My hips danced on him, instinct taking over as my nipples pressed into his chest. His fingers cupped my breast, kneading it, teasing the nipple, while his other hand clasped at my bottom, a probing finger teasing between the globes.

He didn’t press into me, but for a moment I wanted to know how that felt, how it felt to be totally invaded by him.

“Later, princess. For now, just get used to this.” His teeth were clenched together, his eyes closed for a moment as his body was raked by a shiver. “You just feel so damn good, Tara. Fuck!”

He moved again, pushing me back down to the bed as he moved within me, slow, steady, building us to something new. His hips moved and our flesh slapped together sweetly, slickly.

“I can’t get enough of you, Tara. I can still taste you on my tongue. God, you fill my fucking head without you even trying!” He pressed deeper, harder, his hand on my ass tilting my hips in a new way, in a way that made me dig my heels into the bed and push up.

I gasped again, looking up at him, concentrating on how he made me feel, on how he felt against me. Our bodies were soaked, the heat still too high in his room, but maybe it was just from the heat we were creating ourselves.

“Galen, please, almost... fuck!”

My words failed me as a new grasping started within me, and I fell over a new edge, an edge of ultimate pleasure with Galen buried deep inside of me. My hips moved of their own will, taking him over and over as he held himself still, letting me fuck him this time, letting me find my own pleasure.

“So beautiful.”

He waited for my breathing to change, he waited for my body to stop shaking, before he started a new pace, a driving pace that had me gasping out again. I couldn’t keep up and left him to it as I held him to me, his face buried in my neck as he gasped, trying to find the pleasure he’d given me so easily.

“Let go, Galen. Just let go.”

“Tar—”

He couldn’t finish because he was too busy crying out his pleasure as his cock pulsed within me. He was coming and it was tearing him in two. I held him as he found his own release, taking the brunt of his weight as he let himself drown in the pleasure. I didn’t mind, I was too lost in how I felt.

Galen pushed off me, but hovered over me, studying me closely. I could see his thoughts as he looked at me. No tears, pleased smile, breathing normally. I’d survived.

I gave him more of my pleased smile and pulled his head down for a kiss.

He kissed me softly, tender little kisses that made me hum with happiness.

“Thank you.” I had to say it, he’d given me a gift after all.

“My pleasure. Literally.” He gave me a half-cocky smile and rolled to his side. “What now?”

“Now, I think we sleep. I think I can sleep now, at least. Hopefully.”

“I do have that early class.”

His fingers played along my shoulder, a light, absent touch.

I stole a glance at him, noting that his arm was over his eyes. I looked down his body, seeing the sheet casually thrown over his hips, an image I wanted to burn into my brain. I’d have to get a picture of him like that at some point, it was just so alluring.

“You do.” I stayed in place, not sure of what I should do now. I wanted to roll over to him, to wrap myself around him and never leave the bed. We didn’t have that kind of relationship though, did we?

Galen answered the question for me my pulling me to him and kissing the top of my head. “Sleep now. Rest. I have a feeling we’ll be awake again in an hour or so.”