Page 33 of Snowed in with the Professor

One year later

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and I stretched, the silk sheets flowing along my body. Silk sheets. Not something I’d ever experienced in my life before meeting Seth, but ever since I’d moved in with him six months ago, he’d demanded that we sleep on them, that I deserved no less.

He indulged me, worshiped me. I was his queen, as he liked to say.

I lifted my arms and stretched them above my head, my fingers curling against the wrought-iron bars of the headboard, the feeling of the delicate features brushing across my fingertips.

I still had my eyes closed, but it was the feeling of Seth’s hand gliding along my side, over my belly, and between my thighs, that had me opening them and staring at the ceiling.

He forced a gasp from me as his fingers moved against my slit, tickling my entrance before gathering the moisture already created there and moving it to my clit.

I turned my head and stared at him. He was so close now, his body confronting mine, his gaze set straight on me.

His dark eyes seemed much darker since his pupils were dilated.

The scruff on his face had my fingers yearning to touch it, pull his head down and between my thighs, to check if his five o’clock shadow would be smooth or harsh between my thighs.

“Good morning,” he mumbled out. He slid his finger inside of me, and I let out a faint cry. “Spread wider for me,” he whispered.

I did as he said, neither one of us saying anything. Seth continued to finger me as he peered into my eyes. And then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his hand even quicker between my legs, his finger pressing in and out of my pussy.

“Seth,” I whispered at the same time I erupted, climaxing so hard my breasts thrust out on their own, my back arching, and a flush stealing over me.

The muscles in my thighs burned for as wide as my legs were spread, and still he worked me over, wringing out the last drop of pleasure he could in me.

When he withdrew his fingers out of me, I forced my eyes open, watched as he elevated his hand, the digits sparkling with my cream. He brought it to his mouth and licked it all clean, never once taking his gaze off me.

He kissed me again, putting his tongue in my lips and making me taste the musky, delicious flavor of my desire. I didn’t know how long we laid there, making out, my body still shaking from the aftereffects of my climax. But I could have stayed there all day.

I felt his erection prod my thigh, and I interrupted the kiss, placing my hand on his chest and gently pushing at him till he was on his back.

I threw the covers off us, glanced down at the gigantic erection he sported, his cock so long and thick that the tip reached his belly button, a drop of pre-cum already on the crown. My lips moistened and my throat clenched.

I took one last peek at his face before sliding down and grabbed hold of that enormous dick, his girth so significant that my fingers didn’t even touch as I gripped him. I used my other hand to seize his balls, the massive sac overflowing my palm.

There was no prelude as I opened my mouth and started sucking on the tip, licking away the salty pre-cum as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could.

But he was too huge, too lengthy. I got halfway down before the crown struck the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly before I retreated.

I did this again and over again, Seth’s hand in my hair, my hair knotted between his fingers.

He moved his hips up at the same time he softly pushed my head down on him, forcing me accept more of his length.

He groaned hard, and I knew he was near, so close that I continued tasting spurts of his semen glide along my tongue.

I hummed, knowing the sound and vibration would set him off. And just like I knew it would, he sighed profoundly, tightened his fingers in my hair painfully, and shoved his hips up into my mouth, making me take as much as I could.

He came powerfully, pouring his load down my mouth. I swallowed it all, my eyes watering but my appetite for him strong.

When I felt his cock grow semi-soft in my mouth, only then did I pull back.

I drew in a large lungful of breath, the blood surging underneath the surface of my lips, my mouth feeling swollen.

He glanced at me with longing on his face.

This faint sheen of sweat coated his naked chest, and excitement rushed into me.

I wanted him, desperately.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, his cock hardening between our bodies instantaneously. I was very wet, saturated in fact.

I reached down and grabbed his dick, put the tip at my entrance, and slid down on his shaft easily. We both groaned, and my entire body heated, sweat beading along my chest and back. I braced my hands on his pectoral muscles and started riding him.

Up and down, quicker and harder. I crushed my pelvis against his on every down stroke, curled my nails into his chest every time I rose up. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher, and the clipped sounds coming from Seth told me he’d be heading over the edge right along with me.

He might’ve just gotten off, but when I claimed he was voracious for me, I meant just that.

And then he grasped my breasts and pulled at my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, twisting the points till I tilted my head back, my hair brushing along the top of my ass, and yelled out as I came.

I plunged over the edge hard.

It wasn’t until several moments passed that I collapsed on his chest, Seth holding me, his cock still buried deep in my body. We didn’t say anything, yet no words needed to be spoken.

This moment was beautiful.

This moment was our reality.