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.
