“Very,” she admitted, slipping her fingers across her pussy, the breathiness of her words getting to me like nothing else.
I leaned forward. “Let me taste your fingers.”
At that, her eyes flared open, and I saw the hope deep in those beautiful crystalline eyes. Her hand shook as she lifted it to me and the delicate digits traced over my mouth, shaping my lips before I let my tongue peep out so I could savor her flavor.
Fuck, she was like honey and spice. Those deep, intense notes made me want to feast on her, to fucking savage her with the depth of my need.
And I could now, couldn’t I?
She wanted that side of me.
Even if she didn’t really know what she was getting herself into, she wanted that.
All of me.
A shudder ripped through me as I pushed myself off the chair and down onto my knees. The second I was there, she made a move to kiss me, but I carefully cupped her shoulders and ground out, “No. On your back.”
She whimpered but complied, and I couldn’t stop myself from shaping her legs with my hands before spreading them wide. I dropped down into a low crouch, and like a starving beast, I ate her sopping cunt.
Her flavor exploded on my tongue, and I let it intoxicate me with all that she was. This beautiful, delicious woman who belonged to me.
Me.
Mine.
I growled, loving her sharp squeal as the sensation made her throb, then I sucked on her clit as I shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy like I’d been wanting to do since forever.
She softened around me like a silken glove, and I gritted my teeth as I curved my fingers upward, raking down against the tender inner walls. A grunt escaped her, and then her hands sank into my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as she let me know her pleasure.
When her legs came up to cup my head, I grinned into her slick flesh, loving how fucking juicy she was with arousal for me. I sucked down on her clit in silent thanks, then sucked harder when she rocked her hips, arching her pelvis to get closer to me. As though even a scant hairsbreadth was just too fucking much.
And I concurred.
Any space between us at all was way too much in my opinion.
Fucking her with my fingers, I scissored them apart a few times. My cock wanted in her so goddamn badly, but I knew I was big and from the feel of her, she wasn’t. Spreading her was a joy, though, and going down on her was the fulfillment of a lot of fantasies.
Every time I’d watched her get off on my desk, I’d wanted to suck her down, slurp her up.
With her, I wasn’t a gentleman. I was a beast. A savage. I wanted to ravage her, claim her with every base, visceral part of me.
Fuck, she twisted me up, churned me until I was a shadow of the man I’d been before.
Gina wouldn’t recognize me like this. None of my other lovers would either.
With Phoebe, I was raw and ready. Hers. One hundred percent.
When she curved up in a semi-crunch, this time her hands on my hair were there to discourage me. She began mewling, “No, no, no. Your cock, Nicholas, need you. Please. Need you inside me.”
Mid-suck on her clit, I stared up at her, saw the desperation on her face, that eagerness for me that was just as strong as what I had for her.
I lapped at her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing it until tears leaked from her eyes.
I’d wanted her to come first, and it stunned the shit out of me that she was withholding her pleasure, that she was refusing to orgasm without me inside her.
Because that level of self-control deserved a reward, I reared back, and began shucking out of my shirt. As I did, I watched her look at me. But I saw no revulsion as my scarred abdomen was revealed.
When I unfastened my zipper, her mouth trembled, and the second I pulled out my cock, her eyes rounded.
Not wanting to strip anymore because I had scars on my hips as well, I grabbed a firm hold of my cock and began to jack off in front of her.
In time to each thrust of my hips into my fist, she panted, and I watched her lick her lips as though she couldn’t wait to taste me, to savor me as much as I’d savored her.
I thrust into my fist to torment myself. I’d denied myself even this measure of release over the past eighteen months I’d been watching her, because I hated what I was doing and knew it was wrong.
But from that wrongness, this had spawned.
It seemed insane, and maybe it was, but it was perfect for me.
“Nicholas, I need your cock deep inside me,” she whispered, her face flushed, her tits jiggling beneath her shirt.
“Take off the shirt,” I ground out, ignoring her other words, and watching with satisfaction as she ripped it off overhead, leaving her bare before me. A vision of silken, olive skin that I wanted to come all over. I wanted my seed marking her from the inside out.
“Beg me,” I whispered. “Beg me for my cock.”
Her lips trembled, but though I could have mistaken it for sadness or fear, it wasn’t.
It was lust.
One-hundred-percent lust.
She groaned, “Nicholas, I need you. I need you so badly. You’re so fucking big and I’m so empty. I’m going crazy without you inside me. All these weeks, all this time, I’ve gotten off, but it’s felt half-complete. Like I was missing something, and I was. You. I need you, Nicholas. I need you.”
I dipped down, satisfied with her words, and as I pressed my cock to her slickness, letting it settle along the length of her cunt, I pressed my weight into her and whispered against her lips. “What am I to you, Ms. Whitehouse?”
Her eyes flared. “You’re my professor, sir.”
I grunted at that, loving that she wanted to play with me too. “You’ve been a very naughty student, Ms. Whitehouse.”
“I’ll be even naughtier if you let me, sir.”
I couldn’t stop the grin from forming, even if I’d tried. I kissed her smirk then thrust my tongue into her mouth, fucking her there first, needing to claim all of her, even as I rocked my hips and let my cock be coated in all her glossy wetness—juices that had been born from her attraction to me as well as my toying with her.
When her hands dug into my back then slid down to cup my ass, I tensed against her, aware that she’d be able to feel the rough skin, knew that she’d be able to discern the different patches where they’d taken grafts.
My breath froze in my chest, and I was unable to move for endless seconds, until she pulled her mouth from mine and whispered, “Nicholas? I want you, professor. Please.”
A deep groan escaped me, and I whispered, “You can have me.”
Rearing my hips up, I grabbed hold of my cock, which was dripping with her juices, then slid the tip to her gate. As I pushed inside, she clenched down on me and began panting again, but even though her nails dug into my sides, even though they dragged up and over to my back where I felt them bury themselves deep into the muscle, she didn’t pull away, didn’t try to pull back.
As I thrust into her, sinking home, she let out a broken cry as she burrowed her face into my throat, her body clinging to mine as her legs cupped my hips, crossing over so her heels dragged against my ass.
I felt surrounded by her, all encompassed, and it felt so fucking good that I wasn’t sure if I’d last longer than a goddamn minute.
Her slick heat was like nothing I’d ever known before. After all the years of denial, I felt like a fucking virgin again, but I wasn’t. I was an experienced lover, and there was no goddamn way that even if I was ready to burst, I’d do so without her exploding around me first.