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Steven froze and didn’t kiss me back.
And after a couple of moments, when the regret began setting in that I was kissing my Sex Education professor who was twice my age and obviously didn’t want to kiss me back, I pulled back and looked away, completely embarrassed.
“Sorry,” I said, attempting to regain my composure.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but I had wanted to kiss him so badly. Maybe it was the way that he finally seemed to relax and joke around with me. Maybe it had been in a sexual kinda way, but it’d seemed much softer than usual.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered again, finally scurrying out of his hold.
Before I could stand in the tub, he seized my waist, pulled me back to him, and crashed his lips onto mine. My heart pounded inside my chest as his tongue slipped into my mouth, and I curled my fingers around his muscular shoulders.
When he stood up in the tub with me in his arms, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Water dripped off our naked bodies and back into the soapy tub. He stepped out of the bath with me and walked toward his bedroom, decorating his hallway in wet footprints.
He kicked the master bedroom door open with his heel and headed straight for the bed, his hands gently kneading my ass. After setting me on the bed, he crawled between my legs with our lips still pressed together. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down closer to me, letting him slip his tongue into my mouth again.
Before I could grasp how quickly we had made it from the tub to the bed, Steven pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. I inhaled sharply and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
He placed his forearms on the pillow beside me and gently massaged the top of my head with his fingers. I pulled away, heart racing with anticipation as he ground himself against me.
Please, I mouthed against his lips.
Kissing me, he began pushing himself into me slowly. Then, he stilled.
It wasn’t like him to take it slow by any means. He had forced me to strip naked and stolen my virginity the second day of class. So, this was … different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that I had never experienced before.
And I loved it.
With slow thrusts, he pumped into me.
“God, you’re perfect, love,” he breathed, kissing up and down the column of my throat.
I tightened around him and curled my fingers around the curve of his shoulders, the pressure building higher and higher inside my core. A whimper left my mouth, and I arched my back, wanting him to push even deeper.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t help myself.”
“Don’t stop,” I said in a breathy whisper. “Please.”
After squeezing my eyes closed, I held my breath almost instinctively to push myself higher. My pussy tightened around his cock, being pushed closer to the edge of the steepest cliff I had ever been upon.
“S-Steven …”
“It’s okay, love,” he mumbled, resting his forehead against mine. “Let it all out.”
When I cried out in pleasure, he plunged his tongue into my mouth, his strokes quicker, needier, and more desperate. I sank my nails into his bare back and whimpered into our kiss, my pussy exploding around him.
“Let it out for me,” he whispered. “Just like that.”
My skin pebbled, and another moan escaped my throat. “P-please …”
I didn’t know what I was pleading for, but whatever it was … I needed it. Badly.
“It’s yours,” he murmured, grunting into my mouth and suddenly slowing to a complete stop with his dick deep inside me and his balls pressed against my entrance. “It’s all yours, love. All yours.”
And for some reason, his words tipped me over. I grasped on to him as tightly as I could, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to me to kiss him harder.
“All mine,” I whispered into his mouth.
“Always.”