Page 28 of Professor Next Door

He pulsed within me, a sensation that pulled me from oblivion. I went to sit up but Galen was already moving, pushing me onto my hands and knees as he came up behind me. “Open for me.”

I moved a hand back to my nether lips, opening my entrance for him, anticipating that ride to heaven again. I felt my nipples scraping against the duvet, the way the palm of my hand pressed into my clit, and thought I’d fall over the edge again before he’d even slid into me. I held it off, waiting, my ass high for him.

“So beautiful!” He murmured as his hand smoothed over my ass, just before he thrust into me, deep and fast. With one smooth motion he was inside of me, all of him, and I cried out in surprise. “It’s okay, Tara, it’s okay.”

I didn’t move, but I wanted to. I wanted to be wild, free, and open only for him.

“Touch yourself, baby. Give me those sounds that drive me mad for you!” He started a slow pace then, a gentle nudge that barely saw him withdraw from me, before he pushed back into me softly.

I moved my hand, finding the sweet spot he wanted me to finger, and traced light circles on it. My hips bucked under him as pleasure shot through me. This was open and honest, as honest as we’d ever been with each other. This was need.

“Take everything you want, baby. I’m not stopping until you can’t take anymore.” It was a promise made through gritted teeth but I knew he’d keep it.

I pressed the finger into my clit harder as he drove into me, faster, deeper, finding that spot I’d only just found. He fucked me through the orgasm, but he didn’t stop when I did, and he wouldn’t let me stop either.

“Keep fingering your clit, Tara, don’t stop baby. Make yourself come again. I love feeling you coming on my dick.”

I came again, intense pleasure rocketing through me at his words, at his pounding strokes inside of me, and I almost collapsed as I clenched around him, my body rippling with pleasure.

He fucked me hard, slow and easy, moaning each time I came, telling me how beautiful it was, feeding me more pleasure until I felt his fingers on my tired ones, stroking me as I stroked myself. “Surely you have one more?”

I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him I had nothing left, but his words rumbled into my ear, and I knew there had to be more. His tongue flicked at my ear lobe and he murmured words into my ears, plans of where and how he was going to fuck me, filling my brain with images I craved to make reality.

The world went black, it went bright, it ceased to exist as he bit lightly into my neck, and I gave one final cry of release. I had nothing more in me, only this pleasure he’d given me over and over until my nerves were raw and I couldn’t make any more sounds.

“Now you’re ready for me.” And Galen let go, pounding into my flesh so hard I could hear it. It was heaven.

He came with a harsh cry, a guttural sound that could be torment, but I knew was pleasure. He emptied into me, and for a moment I was terrified, but I’d started on birth control pills before I came to the school. It would be alright.

I let myself go once more, his cries and the pulsing of his cock setting me off and I shook beneath him, my nerves far too raw. But I loved every moment of it.

We collapsed together on the bed, him beside me with his arm over me, both of us out of breath.

“Okay, that was worth the wait!” he said as he finally caught some air in his lungs. “So worth the wait.”

He pulled me closer and I felt his lips on my shoulder again, this time he kissed the spot he’d bitten, soothing me.

I couldn’t speak, my brain was too foggy, too full of him for anything else. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I worshiped him, but held it back. I didn’t want to terrify him. I didn’t want to come off as that clingy girl after her first lovemaking session.

“Come on, Tara, let’s get you cleaned up and back into bed.”

I looked at him confused, but followed as he took my hand.

“Galen, I don’t think I can do that again. I’m too tired.” I made a feeble protest, I just wanted to sleep, but he only grinned and turned on the hot water before he pulled us both into the hot spray.

“No sex, darlin’, just clean. Come on, raise your arms!” He was trying not to laugh as I made sounds of protest but did as directed. He was efficient, cleaning me quickly with a soap and washcloth, not missing a single spot, before he cleaned himself off. Then he washed my hair, slowly, massaging my scalp, almost putting me to sleep it felt so good. “Time to rinse.”

He pulled the shower head down, using it to wash the soap away. Even that was done with tenderness and care, as he made sure none of the soapy water ran over my face. I leaned back into him when he finished, his arms wrapping around me. This was something I’d never felt before, an intimate connection that was not sexual, but far more than familial.

“Bed now.” Galen had tensed behind me but relaxed after a moment. He pulled me from the shower, dried us both, and we went back to bed, spooning together under the sheet.

No more words were spoken. They weren’t really needed after what we’d shared.