Page 27 of Professor Next Door

“Why?” I asked innocently, not sure what would wake me up an hour after I’d fallen asleep.

“Because, this is the part you won’t know about. The part where we’ve satisfied our initial craving for each other but learn that there’s something even worse. The need to experience it all over again.” I looked at him but his arm was still over his eyes.

Was that true? I settled in when he turned the light off, happy to be so close to him. So very intimately close.

I learned he was right an hour later when something woke me. It wasn’t a sound, the house was quiet, the storm was over, and the house had cooled. It wasn’t a light, the house was totally dark. I knew what it was when I realized my hand was wrapped around something hard, long, and pulsing with life.

“Tara…,” his ragged whisper let me know he was awake.

Rather than saying anything I kissed his neck, my lips finding the stubble of his beard. I liked the sensation of rough against smooth and wandered down his neck, down to his bare chest. Smooth, silky skin over hard muscles. I pinched his nipples and was surprised when he hissed.

“I thought male nipples were vestigial as well.” I reminded him of our earlier conversation about hymens.

“No, the pleasure can be quite... intense.”

This was news to me and I scraped at the tight flesh with a fingernail before pinching it. I watched for his reaction and felt gratification as he hissed in a breath.

“Tara! If you keep that up I’m going to finish in your hand. That’s not where I want to come.” He’d figured out early on that pretty words were nice, but straight talk made me hot.

I hesitated, uncertain of what to do, but instinct had served me well so far. I moved, pushing the sheet away as I straddled him.

“A big girl now, huh?” His eyes twinkled up at me from the darkness lit only by the moon and his alarm clock’s blue lit numbers. “You going to take my cock in that newly opened pussy, baby?”

I grinned down at him, his words making the taut muscles of my lower abdomen tense even more. I wanted to know what it was like to ride him properly. Anticipation of knowing shot another twinge of heat through me.

“I think I might try a few things. How am I going to know what I like otherwise?”

I’d become a bold, knowing person in an instant, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it but I went with it.

“Oh, a dirty girl!” Galen held my hips as I hovered over his cock, taking him in my hand once more to hold him steady. It had to be a simple case of hold and slide down right? A tilt of my ass and he’d be inside of me?

I closed my eyes, concentrating as I moved, feeling the head of his dick nudging me open. “Spread yourself with your other hand, Tara, open yourself to me.”

His instruction was helpful and I sat up to do as he’d said. He slid in another inch, silk against silk. I’d thought he’d just glide right in, but this wasn’t so easy. I felt him opening me, but there was a tightness that I had to push to get passed, and he started to squeeze my hips as I moved, giving me a rhythm to follow.

“That’s it, nice and slow.” He sounded relaxed but an underlying tenseness let me know this was not easy for him either. “Take it as you can, Tara.”

He went deeper, past some last reserve of tightness, and then he was seated in me firmly. I’d taken all of him I could take. I felt incredibly full, brazenly open, and powerful. I had him in my grasp now.

“Move, baby. Move or I’m going to go mad.” I’d been lost in the sensation of having him within me but his words drew me back. “Lean forward until you find the right spot.”

“How will I know it’s the right spot?” I asked in a shaky voice, aware of just how my walls were clasping at him.

“You’ll know.”

His head relaxed against the pillows and I moved, leaning towards him. His hands grasped at my breasts, kneading them. I’d heard so much negative about men doing that, but his large hands cupping them felt so good to me.

I could feel my blood coursing through my veins, pounding in my ears as I discovered what Galen had been talking about. That spot, just to the front. Fuck me! I began to move, pulling my hips up and down, grinding onto him, grinding my clit into him as I found pure bliss.

“That’s it, Tara, you’ve found it. Ride it out, baby. Take all of me.” His hips began to move beneath me and I gasped out a moan of approval. His fingers flicked my nipples, and I fell over the edge.

My walls clenched as the orgasm took me—took my breath and my every thought—into a dark world where only pleasure existed. I climbed high, my body spasmed in a tight knot before it exploded and I became little more than a quivering shell on his dick.

“Fuck, Tara!”

He’d stopped moving, and his fingers dug into my hips as he tried to maintain control but I didn’t care, I was coming and coming hard.

I’d braced myself against his chest, but my arms went numb and I fell on him as the waves passed slowly, each one a tight spasm that took my breath away. He held me until it was done, kissing me, murmuring soft words, until I was only breathing against him, floating in my own world of satisfaction.