"I feel the same way. You make me feel alive."
That. That right there was what I wanted. It made me feel like I was enough, even though I was so fucking broken. I wasn’t good at talking about my emotions. But I could show her. The best way I knew how. "Come with me." I got up and pulled her to her feet. She followed me to my bedroom. My heart was racing. I slowly peeled off my shirt, then my jeans, and boxers.
"Professor Hunter. I'm a little sore."
"Penny, you'd be surprised to find out how many times you can orgasm in a day. Your body can take it. And I want to show you that this is more than just fucking for me too. So I promise to be gentle." I didn’t want her to remember that harsh comment I made. I needed to show her this was more.
She lifted the shirt over her head. She was even better than my dreams.
I lifted her into my arms and placed her down on the bed. This was going to be the opposite of the golf course. I was going to worship her body. I’d show her exactly what she deserved.
I kissed the inside of her ankle and traced kisses up the inside of her leg. I lightly nipped her inner thigh and then moved to her other ankle, repeating the process. When I nipped her inner thigh this time, she moaned.
That sound. I wanted her. I needed to be inside of her, filling her, claiming her body. I slowly circled my tongue around her clit. Her hips rose to meet me. Even though she was sore, she wanted me just as desperately.
But this wasn’t going to be fast and rough. Not this time. I moved my head and kissed the palm of her left hand. I trailed kisses up her arm, slowly across her shoulder and clavicle, and then down her other arm. My lips landed against her other palm. Teasing her was making me so hard. Each moan from her mouth. Each time her hips moved. God. I kissed between her breasts and slowly went down her stomach.
My lips gently sucked on her clit while my hands massaged her inner thighs. When my fingers finally touched her, she was soaking wet. And even though I could have fucked her hard with my fingers, I entered her slowly, lovingly. The moan that fell from her lips was worth the restraint.
I leaned over top of her and kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her mouth. I hitched my fingers, making sure to rub her g-spot. She practically whimpered beneath me and the sound went straight to my dick, hardening it even more. She was panting when I pulled back from our heated kiss. I wanted her to always look at me like that. Like I was everything. I could get high on that look. And I couldn’t wait another second to be inside of her. I moved one hand under her ass, lifted her hips, and slowly filled her.
"Oh!"
I bit my lip as I looked down at her, trying hard not to lose control. I liked when I was rough with her. I loved fucking her. But this? I hadn’t expected this to feel so good. I pushed firmly against her, the angle letting me go deep. Jesus. Was it possible that this was even better than fucking? I felt so connected to her. And the stars in her eyes made me feel like a god.
There was a moment at the golf course that I’d felt this tightness in my chest. And again at the beach today. I felt it again now. This wasn’t just fucking. God, this was so much more than that. And I needed her to understand. I needed her to feel it too. Because I couldn’t be the only one falling here. I couldn’t be the only one losing control. Because if I was…it would be that much harder when I hit rock bottom again.
Her fingers were tentative as they wandered along the muscles in my back. I never loved the feeling of someone’s hands on me so much. Like the warmth of her skin could somehow save the darkness in my heart. Like she gave me life.
I kissed her as I began to thrust in and out of her wetness. Slow. So fucking slow. Her fingertips dug into my flesh.
"You're so gorgeous," I whispered into her ear. "Every inch of you." I bit her earlobe and I felt her clench around my hard cock.
"Yes!" she moaned.
I kissed her passionately, riding out her orgasm. When it subsided, I rubbed my nose down the length of hers, a smile on my lips. "I'm not done with you yet. I'll never be done with you." And I meant it. It was terrifying how much I meant it.
I rolled over and pulled her with me so that she was straddling me. I grabbed her ass and guided my cock in and out of her. Her tits bounced with every movement. It was the perfect view. I moved my hands to her tiny waist and then slowly slid them up the sides of her torso, grabbing her luscious breasts in my hands. She started to move her hips, setting the pace as I gave her tits some much needed attention. I rubbed her swollen nipples and then locked eyes with her as I slid one of my hands down her stomach. My fingers found her clit and I began to massage it gently.
"Professor Hunter."
God, whenever she said that it made me that much harder.
Her head dropped back like she had never felt anything so exquisite. She was going to come again.
I pulled her face back down to mine, kissing her, and rolled over again, pinning her to the soft mattress. I thrust my hard cock in and out of her tight little pussy a little faster. In and out. Faster. She wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed my ass, pulling me against her.
Fuck. I lost control, filling her with my release. She called out my name as she came. I closed my eyes for just a moment. Being buried inside of her was my new favorite feeling. I wanted her in my bed waiting for me every day with her legs spread. Again and again.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at her. I was never going to let her go.
Chapter 31
Monday
As soon as I pulled out, Penny sat up in bed, drawing her legs in and hugging them close. It looked like she was about to cry. That moment had been perfect. For me. But it hadn’t been for her. What had I done wrong? I’d tried to be gentle with her. To show her that this was more than just fucking. But what if she didn’t want more? My heart started racing. What if she finally realized how wrong this was?
I sat up and cupped her chin in my hand. "Penny, what's wrong?" Let me fix it.
"Nothing." She blinked faster, pulling her legs tighter to her chest.
I rubbed the side of her chin with my thumb but didn't say a word. I was so fucking lost in her. I couldn’t lose her now. I didn’t say a word, waiting for her to speak.
"It's just. For some reason, this whole time, it's seemed like I made this all up. Like it's this fantasy and you're not real. And I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up from this amazing dream and you're going to be gone. That you're just going to disappear."
She was just freaking out because she felt it too. It was real and heavy and scary as hell. "I've told you that I'm not going anywhere. There's no reason to be upset about that. Please don't cry." I wiped away one of the tears that had fallen down her cheek.
"But what we just did. I know you said you were going to be gentle. But I expected it to be like the other times. This whole day just seemed different. More intimate. I don't know. I didn't expect to feel so...so..."
I thought back to her confession at the beach. No boyfriends in high school. I really should have already known all this. "No one's ever made love to you." I meant to ask it as a question, but it didn’t come out that way. Because I already knew the truth. It was written all over her face.
"Well, I thought so. But no, not like...not like that."