Page 48 of Professor Next Door

She’d cared for me after the accident, and when I’d had to have surgery on my ankle a year later. Now she needed a little care. I didn’t mind giving it to her.

I found her wet and hot, ready for my fingers now she’d gotten her questions answered, and the way she panted in my ears… fuck, how did that still make me so hard?

Her fingers found me, and we worked together, not rushing, just teasing, building each other up to the kind of heat we knew how to create only for each other.

Tara’s legs opened and I moved, finding her sweet and ready for my tongue.

“Open more, Tara.” I urged her, my fingers biting gently into her thighs.

She resisted and I looked up at her, my eyes giving her that look of domination she loved. She grinned at me, biting her bottom lip, and opened her thighs for me.

“Fuck!” It wasn’t a scream, just a sigh, because Rikki was older now, and curious. We’d had to learn to lock the door when we were making love, and knowing my wife, she’d done that already.

I found her clit and licked it hard, running my tongue flat across it. She loved that part, the heat an exquisite torture for her. Her fingers wound into my hair, and she began to fuck my face, her girlish shyness now gone, as she took what she wanted, moved the way she knew worked best.

I let her have her way until she exploded, drinking in every drop of her pleasure, my fingers deep inside of her to ready her for what came next.

As her panting calmed and her head fell back, I thrust into her, hard, fast, our skin slapping together the way she’d told me she liked. I thought it might hurt her, but she loved it, especially how I pushed her knees up to her chest, sinking deeper into her with each driving thrust of my hips.

My lovely bride loved it just a little bit rough, just a little bit dominant, and I pulled her head back to make her look into my eyes by pulling at her hair, but only the way she liked.

It made my balls tingle, looking at those hungry eyes of hers. I wanted to drop my load now, but first I wanted to watch her come again.

Her eyes, dazed with passion, burned with a golden light as her pleasure grew with each thrust of my hips. She was close, I felt it in the way her walls gripped at me, in the way her juices eased my passage into her.

“Come, baby. Come for me, Tara. Make that tight little pussy of yours grip me only the way you can do it, baby. Please. Come now.”

And so she did, her whole body convulsing as pleasure tore through her, my fingers tighter in her hair, just a little tighter. Her walls clamped down hard on me and I had to bite back my own need for release.

“Just a little more, Tara. You’ve got it in you, baby, just a little bit more. Give it to me.”

She was almost screaming now, the alcohol loosening her up. She gave one final, massive wave of pleasure, and sank back into the pillows, her eyes closed, her body relaxed.

I sat back, pulling her legs up so that I could lift her ass, and drive into her at the pace we both loved. She’d come again, one more time, as I fucked her hard and fast, and that was good enough for me.

I found my own release as she went off on round three, emptying into her, knowing she’d stopped taking birth control pills a month ago. They were in the drawer in the kitchen, untouched. She didn’t want to make the decision to have a baby on her own, even if I was giving her the option. She wanted it to be our decision, and, well, I want to see her pregnant, big with my baby. Because this time we’d both be there for the child we’d created. We’d both be parents, we’d both work to get Tara through the rest of her training, and only fate could change that. Since we’d met each other, fate had been good to us. So I left it up to fate.

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