Page 24 of Snowed in with the Professor

Seth kissed me hard, hanging on to my ass like he intended to leave bruises on my flesh.

God, I want that.

My underwear was between the cheeks of my ass, sliding in the crack deeper and deeper. With every passing second, Seth slid his fingers closer to my pussy. It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of him, like he couldn’t contain himself and wanted me to know that.

And I was more than willing to be his prey.

He had his massive body mashed against mine, the feel of his erection apparent, prompting a flood of wetness to leave me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight. And as he moved his hand between us, I felt like I could have climaxed from that alone.

“Tell me what you want,” he muttered out.

“You,” I answered without any doubt.

“I want you so fucking badly,” he whispered against my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his imprint on me.

Before I knew what was happening, he had my panties all but pulled from me, sounds of rending fabric filling the room, prompting my excitement to surge even higher.

I watched as he got naked.

My pulse beat faster and faster.

My breathing became shallower.

Desire pounded through my body.

He was a work of art with lean, defined muscle. Seth was powerful, strong, and gorgeous, like a statue.

We were both naked now, the hard, heavy pants coming from us identical. Beads of sweat coated the valley between my breasts.

A part of me said this would wreck things, that this might be a horrible idea. Another part, the stronger side, the one that didn’t care what happened since I was finally going to be with the man I loved, wouldn’t allow me focus on anything else except being with Seth.

His cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing into my belly. I felt dampness at the tip of his shaft, pre-cum pouring from him because of how worked up he was.

There was no stopping this, and God, I didn’t want to.

I’d been hiding, hanging on to my sentiments for so long that having them genuinely free felt energizing, and so joyful. It was amazing and exhilarating. Right now, all I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pushed together.

“That’s it, Grace.” He was softly rubbing his hardness into me, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Christ. You feel so good.” He had his hands on my bare ass, his fingers clenching on the mounds repeatedly. I wanted him to take control, to do with me as he wished.

He pulled his mouth from my neck and started kissing me again, but at the same time lifted me off the ground and held me easily in his arms. When I groaned, he grunted in satisfaction and held onto my ass even harder, almost painfully.

But that ache felt so damn amazing. He was so powerful, holding me up as if I weighed nothing, the strength pouring from him and making me feel so feminine.

His cock was a firm length between my thighs, hot and huge, making my insides tighten in need and anxiety.

“Take me,” I whispered unashamedly.

He groaned and slammed his firm cock against my pussy.

“Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging, that I sounded desperate. Right now, I simply wanted to feel him thrusting into me, stretching me, claiming every inch of my body.

I was ready for Seth to seize my virginity.

I wanted to feel so full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even breathe.

“Are you ready?”

“I am so ready for you, Seth.”

“No more waiting. I need you too fucking badly.”

He maintained one hand on my ass and slid the other between our bodies. It was a testament to his power when he held me up easily with only one arm, and gosh did that make me wetter.

He had me on the bed a second later, the linens so soft and cool on my hot, ultrasensitive body. For a second, he just stood there and watched me, his stare heavy as he raked it up and down my length.

And suddenly he was crawling onto the bed like a predator hunting me, preparing to eat me.

Seth ran his fingers over the arch of my foot, across my calf, up my thigh, and closer to my pussy. With his other hand, he took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times. “Spread wider for me,” he replied gruffly. And as I did, I watched as he honed in on what was shown between my legs.

“Fucking perfection.”

I truly saw the control leave him, like an animal preparing to pounce. He was on top of me a second later, kissing me, wedging his body between my legs, his cock resting against my slit.

He never stopped kissing me as he reached between us and grabbed hold of his cock, placing the tip at the entrance. He massaged his cock head along my slit, up and down, poking my clit with every upstroke. Seth pulled away enough that he could look at where he was lodged.

He then gazed up at me, where we held our gazes.

I was at the point where I wanted him shoved so deep inside of me nothing else mattered.

“Please, be with me.”

“There’s no going back. You never stood a chance once I saw you, Grace.”

I gulped at his words. They were very meaningful in that moment. But I didn’t want to go back, even if going forward was just as scary.

And then, when he looked back down and saw where he was lodged, Seth started pressing into me. The tip of his cock was now totally buried in my pussy, and we both breathed out roughly, neither moving.

“I’m going to fuck you until you realize you’re only mine.”

“I only want you. Only you,” I whispered that last part.

And then in one seamless move, he pulled out before thrusting his hips forward, forcing himself back inside of me, inch by inch. Seth grumbled and closed his eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re so hot and wet.”

He drove still another inch into me, and the searing sensation took root, the stretching, anguish, and pain of his stealing my virginity, claiming me.

My inside muscles squeezed around him automatically.

“I’m sorry it hurts,” he murmured.

“Don’t stop. Please.”

“Never.”

He leaned his forehead against mine, and we panted against each other’s mouths. “It feels so fucking good, Grace. So good.” He was out of breath, just like I was. In one rapid move, he was buried entirely inside of me.

“Just like that.” He drew out an inch and thrust back in. He started thrusting in and out of me, quicker and harder, but all the time looking right into my eyes.

“Watch me. Look right at me when I fuck you.”

“Seth,” I mewled out.

“Christ, baby.” He went slow and easy, in and out, soft and thorough, but as the seconds slipped on, his motions grew frantic.

He was so far inside of me there wasn’t a part of me Seth wasn’t touching.

I couldn’t even think straight, let alone make words.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together, of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, had my enjoyment soaring.

The pain and discomfort were fled, and in its place was bone-searing joy.

The sounds that emerged from me were low, seductive, and would have shamed me if I wasn’t so turned on, so excited.

“I love you.” The words came out me on their own.

The base of his cock scraped against my clit every time he crashed into me. He pushed fully into me, stilled, then swiveled his hips slightly, producing a different kind of pleasure to fill me. “Squeeze that pussy around me, Grace.” He ground the words out.

Never had I believed I’d see this side of Seth, but in the throes of passion he was uninhibited.

Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low, animalistic grunt when he drew out and then slammed into me extremely hard. With each passing second, he took me to new heights of ecstasy until I felt my climax mounting.

“I want to see you come for me.” He let a period of silence pass before he spoke again. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock, milking the cum from me.” He reached between us and pushed his thumb to my clit, massaging the bud back and forth while he tunneled in and out of me.

He peered at my face for only a second before leaning down and dragging his tongue along my bottom lip, over my cheek, and licking at the shell of my ear. His breathing was short, harsh pants, and I knew he was near to getting off, too.

He smashed into me again and placed more pressure to my clit, until I was about to erupt for him.

But when I was right there on the precipice, he slowed his actions.

I wanted to shout out from desperation, from frustration, but before I could do or say anything, he moaned into my ear, plainly barely holding on as well.

“Tell me you’re mine, Grace.”

He plunged in and out of me like a madman now, and I got so lost in the pleasure, that I felt myself slipping over the brink once more. There was no hesitancy when I said, “I’m yours.”

“Come for me,” he commanded.

And I did just that. I came long and hard and heard him groan against my neck.

I knew this one night would permanently affect our future.

“I’m yours, Seth. I’m exclusively yours.” I gasped when he slammed into me so hard, I moved up an inch. I was in a fever pitch. The world fell away, but I didn’t care. I simply cared about right here and now.

Lights flashed in front of my vision as I came, and I forced my eyes to stay open through my ecstasy. Seeing Seth get off was unlike anything I could have ever envisioned.

I felt his cock expand inside of me, felt him get impossibly harder, and I parted my mouth at the feelings. The feeling of him coming, of his seed filling me, was hot, sexy, and had my enjoyment going even higher.

“Mine,” he snarled out, and I felt him softly bite the side of my neck. I shouted out as more pleasure blasted into me. It wasn’t until he withdrew out of me, moved to the side, and brought me in close to his body that I took a faltering breath in. I felt his hand move between my thighs.

“I want every last drop inside of you,” he said as he touched my pussy. He was wild and fierce, manly and powerful.

He was mine.

I didn’t know how this would all play out, didn’t know if I was even making the correct decisions, but in this moment, it seemed like perfection.

* * *

I didn’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Having my body crushed against Seth’s, our skin slightly damp, his arm lying over my shoulder, holding me close, and my head on his chest made me feel safe. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I had my palm on his belly, the muscles there slightly stiff as he lay there, his chest rising and falling as he breathed evenly.

We’d been lying like this for the past hour, neither of us moving or speaking, the mood calm and relaxed, the discomfort between my thighs a continual reminder of what we had done, what I’d given him.

My virginity.

My innocence.

I adjusted on the bed slightly, so I could tip my head back and stare into his face.

He had his eyes closed, one of his arms bent and tucked under his head, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed that he was asleep.

But the way he stroked his fingers up and down my arm, how he refused to let me move away, told me Seth was very much awake.

I placed my head back on his chest and listened to the steady cadence of his heart pumping. I closed my eyes and just absorbed that sound, feeling like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

How bizarre things turned out. How odd I’d never pictured myself in this position, believed Seth would love me back.

Yet here I was, in bed with my professor, my love for him as intense as his love for me. It had all been a fiction, the wishful thinking of an inexperienced college girl.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly, my hand on his abdomen, his six-pack these rolling hills underneath my palm.

He didn’t speak for a time, but he tightened his arm around me, clutching me to him possessively. The sound of his regular breathing soothed me. We were in this safe spot right here and now, nothing able to touch us.

“I’m thinking about the future. I’m thinking about all I lost out on before you came into my life.”

The breath froze in my throat at his words. It wasn’t exactly what he said, but the way he said it, the pitch and tone of his voice, the way I felt his muscles clench against me.

“In that first moment I saw you, I knew that there was a chance for me to be happy, that I’d found a piece of myself I hadn’t known was missing. Crazy as it may seem, love had never been something I saw for myself.”

I felt him shift, and I opened my eyes, leaning back slightly so I could see into his face. He rolled onto his side, leaned down and pulled the blanket over us even farther. For long moments, all he did was stare at me, taking in every feature of my face, as if he were memorizing every inch of me.

How was it possible for one person to look at me and make me feel like I was their entire world?

“I’m thinking about how much of a selfish bastard I am where it concerns you, that my love for you is so profound that it’s changed the man I am, the person I thought I was.

It’s made me better, Grace.” He moved his thumb over my cheek in a gentle sweeping motion.

“I’m thinking about how I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me.

” He muttered that so soft I almost didn’t hear.

And then Seth leaned in and kissed me lightly, the fragrance and feel of him tugging a tiny moan from me. Never breaking the kiss, he placed his hand beneath the blanket, stroked it along my tummy, and slipped it between my thighs. I was already wet for him, so needy.

“Look at that,” he muttered against my mouth. “So ready for me.”

“Always,” I muttered.

And suddenly he was sliding on top of me, his enormous muscular form crushing me into the mattress, the weight of his might making me feel totally feminine.

And it was the experience of him placing the tip of his erection at the entrance of my body, of him sliding deep within me in one seamless motion, that had everything becoming crystal obvious.

We were one, and without Seth, I’d be nothing but a shell of a person.

I felt that so profoundly that a tear traced down the corner of my eye.

I hung on to him, telling myself I’d never let go.