Page 51 of The Professor's Wife

Within moments, my panties were gone. He dragged them down my legs, pausing to lick at my center and send me spiraling even farther into that foggy state of pleasure.

He fished out a condom, kicked off his jeans, and was back over me in seconds, his chest moving fast and hard as he sheathed himself.

I ran my eyes over him, delighting in his broad shoulders and built chest. I trailed my fingers over his abs, and he shook beneath my touch before lowering himself over me.

He kissed me again, but this time it was light and sweet.

“I thought you weren’t going to be careful,” I muttered, smiling against his mouth as his hands moved sensually over my body.

“Fuck, but I can’t,” he murmured. “Something about you, Daze…”

He ran his length over my center, and I shook, drenching him with my need.

I could hear us.

The wet slide of his length.

The harsh breaths in the air.

The movement of our bodies as we slid against one another, finding the perfect click.

It happened fast.

He pushed into me slowly, his glazed eyes searching mine. I shut my eyes, lost to the fullness of him, my body yielding as though it had been waiting for exactly this.

“Doesn’t that feel so fucking good?” he gritted out. “So fucking right.”

I could only breathe and whimper my agreement, feeling him move within me at a pace that wouldn’t bruise.

Not yet.

Though I already knew any mark he left behind would be internal.

I could feel the holes in my soul center on his touch, on needing his kisses and his cock as though they might somehow stitch the gaping wounds shut.

I gripped him tighter, sucking in a sharp breath when a wave of pleasure tore through me.

“Tristan…”

“There you are.”

He kissed me then, sucking at my tongue as I held him tighter. He rocked into me a little faster.

“I’m so fucking deep, Daze…I can feel everything.”

I wondered what he meant.

Whether he was referring to my walls gripping him, milking his release.

Whether he meant some deeper part of me. The one holding him tightly, kissing him back in equal measure, begging him for an answer to this mess I’d found myself in.

I had been living in terror before this being came into my world.

But here, with this giant man over me, his cock inside me, I was brimming with life and desire.

I wanted him like my next breath. Needed him to fill me. To mark me internally if it meant hiding the other marks that existed there.

Finally, he moved faster.