Page 17 of Snowed in with the Professor

She’d left ten minutes earlier, and all I wanted to do was bring her back into my office, to finish what we’d started. I still couldn’t focus, couldn’t get back to work. The image of her in my thoughts, the perfume of her on my fingertips, the taste of her on my tongue, had me feeling wild.

I lifted my hand and brought the digits to my nose, closing my eyes and breathing deeply.

She smelt nice and musky.

She smelled like she was all mine.

I opened my mouth and licked on my fingers, her flavor erupting on my tongue. I would eternally know what she tasted like, the exact essence of her engraved in my cells, my own marrow.

I was still as hard as fucking rock, my damn cock pressing against my zipper, the need to relieve myself strong. But I wanted to wait, wanted to be buried deep between her legs when I came.

My office door was closed, and I imagined releasing myself just a little.

I had my palm curled tightly around the armrest of my chair, my arousal so fucking far gone that I wanted to say fuck waiting and just get myself off.

My balls were drawn up tight, and my yearning surged through my veins.

I used my other hand to unzip my slacks, reached between the fly, and drew out my dick.

The groan was wrenched from me when I touched myself.

I stroked my hand over my length, from root to tip, rubbing my palm over the head and grunting as pleasure and sensitivity smashed into me. Pre-cum lined the tip of my shaft, and I used it as lubricant, dragging my hand back down my dick and squeezing when I reached the base.

Fuck, I was so hot I definitely could’ve come with a couple more strokes.

But I pushed myself to stop, tucked my cock back into my slacks, and zipped it up. I had both hands on the armrests now, my fingers curled around the leather, a cracking sound from the force I employed filled my thoughts.

Tonight, would be the night I finally took her, when I firmly claimed Grace.

She’d be bound to me, know that I wasn’t going to give her up.

Tonight, I’d have her in my bed, my body positioned between her thighs, my cock deep inside of her. I’d make her come so many times she couldn’t stand, couldn’t sit properly for how sensitive she was.

I was going to eat her, and when it was all said and done, I’d do it all over again.