Page 133 of Academically Yours

Noelle started to pull her graduation gown off of her shoulders, but I stopped her. Turning her around, my erection pressed up against her ass as I massaged her shoulders. She gave a little moan in response, sending even more signals to my dick.

“Matthew!” she giggled, squirming against me as she felt my body react to her. “Hmm… Does it turn you on, seeing me in my gown?”

“Yes, baby. I want you to wear the robe,” I instructed, “just the robe.”

“Oh.” She paused for a moment, and then dropped her shoes on the floor and slipped out of my grip towards the bedroom.

I growled a little, following behind her as she stripped, and then she was finally—finally bare, wearing only her little lace panties that she knew drove me crazy and her black gown, bra, and dress forgotten in a heap on the floor.

I quickly stripped my clothes off, and when I was clad in only my boxers, I pulled her in my arms. “It turns me on,” I finally said, “Knowing you’re mine, Noelle. You’re all mine. Forever. So now I wanna fuck my little graduate, okay?”

She nodded, eagerly. “Forever,” she said as I pulled her to me, chest to chest.

“And always.”

And as far as the start of the rest of our lives went—it wasn’t bad at all.

It was the opposite: perfect. Because I had her.

~ ~ ~

Noelle

If you had told me three years ago where I was going to end up—living living in Portland, dating the most wonderful guy I could ever imagine (a professor!), and working as an Advisor at my former university, I would have told you that you were crazy. But here I was, holding the key to his house in my hand, unlocking the door as we carried in my very last load of boxes.

I had spent most of my time over the last few months at his place, anyway, instead of my small dorm apartment, and I loved it. I loved him, and Snowball, and snuggling in his arms after he made love to me every night was just the icing on the cake. Truthfully, I had never wanted to leave.

True to his word, Matthew had helped me pack up my place. I didn’t have much furniture, to begin with, and what wouldn’t fit in his house we ended up donating, and now here I was—a stack of boxes in the middle of the living room, my clothes in a pile on the bed ready to put away in our walk-in closet.

“That’s the last of it.” Matthew smiled, placing the stack of boxes down in the living room. “Now, roomie, I believe I promised you some thorough loving with my tongue…” He winked at me seductively, making me laugh.

“I love you,” I said as I rose on tiptoes, and he pulled me in for a kiss.

“I love you, too.” He pecked my forehead, giving me one of those kisses that still gave me butterflies, and then I was in his arms, and he carried me bridal style into his room. Our room.

“You know…” I gave him a grin as he deposited me on the bed. I sprawled out, running my arms over the comforter, making angel shapes in the bed like you would in the snow. “Now that I officially live here, that means this is our bed.”

He leaned down to nip at my ear. “It’s been our bed,” he whispered into my ear, “ever since the first night you slept in it. I haven’t wanted you to spend a single night apart from me. But I was trying to take it slow and not rush you.”

I hummed, looking up at the ceiling, then smiled at Matthew who stood over me, arms bracing himself on the bed. “I think that calls for a very special kind of celebration then, huh? Now that we’re going to spend every night in our bed?”

“Oh? And what kind of… celebration did you have in mind?” He climbed onto the bed and perched on top of me, caging me in with his limbs.

“I think you know,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. I pouted when he pulled away too soon.

“I think I’m very much going to enjoy having you in our bed, Noelle Hastings.”

I giggled as he kissed me again, on the lips, then on my jaw, my neck, before trailing down my chest. I sighed contentedly before tugging on my slouchy, off-the-shoulder sweater. “I think we have some particularly important obstacles in the way right now. Maybe we should take them off first?”

“No time,” he shook his head, “I think I need to be inside my wonderful girlfriend right this second.”

I laughed, pulling his shirt from of his waistband as he pushed my leggings and underwear down my thighs.

Matthew’s hand dipped lower, pressing against me before he slipped a finger inside me. “Always so wet for me, my little vixen, huh?”

“Yesssss,” I cried as he stroked me deeper, exploring my insides. “I’m always so wet for you, babe.” He added a second finger inside as I finally managed to undo his belt and pull it off before undoing the zipper of his jeans.

Matthew brought our mouths together as he kept working me with skillful fingers.