“This is going to hurt, Penny. But the best part? You’re going to love it.” He lifted my legs around his waist and then thrust inside of me hard.
The sensation of him filling me made me gasp.Fuck.God, I wasn’t ready for him. It felt like he was ripping me open. But when he pulled back and thrust in again, I felt a wave of pleasure.
I dug my fingers into the muscles of his back until he pulled them away and pushed the backs of my hands against the cold wall.
No one could love me the way that he could. Emotionally. Physically. It was like his cock was made just for me.
He slammed into me again, harder than before.
Jesus.He was right. I loved that it hurt. I loved the line between pleasure and pain. I fucking loved the way he made me feel. I wasn’t the light to his darkness at all. I was as dark as him. I clenched my muscles around his cock, making him groan. No, I wasn’t the same girl that fell in love with her professor. I was older, wiser, and had done tons of kegel exercises while I was pregnant. Our sex was great back then. But now? It was fuckingamazing. I finally felt like I was as good at pleasing him as he was at pleasing me.
His kisses trailing the side of my neck were so soft compared to the way he was slamming into me. Like he wanted me to feel the love despite the fact that we were fucking. And just as I thought it, he sucked on the side of my neck hard, erasing any feeling of soft intimacy. It felt like a lightning bolt went through me.
And I remembered. I remembered everything. The pain mixed with the pleasure. The smell of his cologne combined with the steam and filled my nose, swirling memories to the surface. Each thrust felt like one from the past. All the times he had held me against a wall just like this. The times he devoured me like I was all he needed to survive. All the times he whispered dirty things in my ear to make me come.
But it was my turn today. “I love you, Professor Hunter,” I whispered into his ear.
I came at the same time as him, the warmth of him inside of me tipping me over the edge. I felt drunk as he continued to hold me against the wall. His hot breath on the side of my neck was the most comforting sensation in the world. I was intoxicated by him.
He lightly kissed the side of my neck once more before placing his forehead against mine. His eyes were closed and I took the time to breathe him in. His exhales were the only air I needed. With him still inside of me and him holding me up in his arms I felt so at peace. And calm. And whole. Except for a lingering pain on the side of my neck.
“You gave me a hickey, didn’t you?” I tried not to smile too hard.
He slowly opened his eyes. “Recently you’ve been forgetting that you're mine. Now you’ll remember.”
I was never going to forget again.
