Before he can lay me down on it, I wriggle out of his grasp and push him backwards until he’s sitting. I drop to my knees and undo his jeans. As much as I love his sexy professor chinos and button-down shirts, he’s even hotter on the weekends in jeans and a faded t-shirt.
His cock is in my mouth before he can lift his hips to get his pants all the way off. I just can’t wait to roll my tongue around his silky, iron hard shaft. He runs his fingers through my hair, making the soft sounds I love, while I lick and suck him.
“Ah, baby,” he groans, pulling me up to straddle him. His hand goes between my thighs, kneading my pussy through my leggings.
“Off,” I gasp. He steals my ability to speak or think, even breathe properly. I just know I need his fingers deep inside me,now.
I rise up on my knees enough that he can shove my pants down and push my panties to the side, his fingers sliding down my slit to enter me in one smooth movement. I grind against his hand and come within seconds. The best part is I know it’s just the beginning. He’s a master at making me come. He’s obsessed with it, and I don’t mind one bit. I know he’s close to bursting, and I stand up, balancing on my good leg while I strip off my pants and underwear. He grabs my hips and lifts me over him, so I’m straddling him again. I ease my body down, taking his cock inside me. I grip his shoulders and bite my lip, savoring every inch of him filling my pussy. I ride him for a few, luxurious minutes, then he lifts me as he stands and turns me around to position me on my knees on the couch. He presses against my back until I’m leaning over the back of the couch. He pulls my hips back and enters me from behind, my ass bouncing against his thighs as he thrusts deep and hard.
“Oh my God, I love this,” I say.
“You’re about to love it more,” he says, reaching around to work my clit with the fingertips of one hand and tweak my nipple with his other.
It’s almost too much, with his cock inside me and his hands all over the most sensitive parts of my body. I always tell him each orgasm he gives me is the best, but this one makes me throw my head back and scream as the waves of pleasure rock through me. I’m shaken to my very soul with how amazing he makes me feel.
“Come inside me now,” I beg, wanting to feel him experience it at the same time. “Please, Sir,” I say, knowing those two words will make him erupt.
He grabs my hips and thrusts into me hard, so I can feel his balls smack against my clit. Then, I feel him stiffen against me, calling out my name as he spills inside me.
He holds me tight, staying inside me as long as possible, and then pulls out and drags me down onto his lap. I grab the blanket that’s over the edge of the couch and wrap it over us, feeling cozy and satisfied in his arms.
After our racing heartbeats return to normal, he squeezes me tight, then laughs.
“You know, that’s something I haven’t done before either,” he says.
Chapter 12
Gabriel
Five weeks later
I make my way quickly across the parking lot, eager to reach my destination. Lorelei and I have a video chat date tonight, and I don’t want to be late. I’m the happiest I’ve been in this new chapter of my life, and I hope she feels the same way. My students definitely notice the difference and are reaping the rewards of me being less of a grouchy hard ass all the time. Ultimately, I decided to let Cara out of my class, giving her an incomplete, which won’t count against her GPA. It was the best I could do to make Lorelei happy without compromising my own ethics.
My phone rings as I reach the sidewalk, and I quickly pull it out of my pocket, eager to see the woman who brought me back to life. I absolutely adore and cherish her, and I know she feels the same about me.
When I answer the call, I can see that she’s sitting on the couch in her apartment, a melancholy look on her face. I can’t stand that she’s sad, and I’m desperate to pull her into my arms. For what’s probably the thousandth time, I curse the distance between us.
“Hi, Gabe,” she says quietly. Then with a confused expression, she adds, “Why can’t I see you?”
“It must be a bad connection. I’m outside at the moment. What’s wrong, baby? You look sad.”
“I still can’t get that triple axel,” she says, sniffling slightly.
She’s been off the crutches for four weeks and back on the ice for two. I smile sympathetically, but shake my head at her ridiculous expectations for herself.
“You’ve barely gotten back into training. You shouldn’t even be attempting a triple axel yet. You’ve got to rebuild strength in that ankle,” I remind her.
“I know. Coach said the same thing. I thought she was going to kill me when I attempted it in practice today.”
“I think your coach is right to be upset with you. Good girls take care of themselves.”
Over the phone, I can hear her breath hitch at my words. It’s hardly the first time I’ve called her a good girl, but her response is the same every time.
“Do you feel like you’ll be ready to compete in a few weeks?” I ask her, hoping to distract both of us from our naughty thoughts.
She shrugs. “I guess. I miss you.”
Her words make my heart soar and break at the same time, but I won’t let her give up everything she’s worked for. “You can visit at every break, and I’ll be coming to see you soon for a long weekend,” I say, barely holding in a smirk. She’ll be seeing me sooner than she thinks.
