The Professor And His Mate

In his arms

(Selene)

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was so lost in him, in the way his body caged me in, in the way his scent wrapped around me like a drug I never wanted to quit. My heart pounded as he pressed his forehead against mine, his breaths heavy and uneven. He was holding back. I could feel it in the way his fingers trembled against my wrists, in the way his muscles locked up like he was trying to fight himself.

I didn’t want him to fight it.

I wanted him to break. To lose control. To show me the part of him no one else ever got to see.

I moaned as he pulled my blouse over my head, exposing my bra.

I could feel the heat rising in my core as his hands traveled down my arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. My body trembled, yearning for more of his touch, craving the feeling of his skin against mine.

His eyes raked over my exposed chest, drinking at the sight of the lacy bra that barely contained my heaving breasts. I arched my back, pushing my chest towards him, silently begging him to touch me. He obliged, his large hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs grazing over my hardened n*****s through the thin fabric. I gasped, my body igniting under his touch.

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over my neck as he placed a kiss on the sensitive skin. I shuddered, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders as he trailed his lips down my throat and over my collarbone. He nipped and sucked, leaving marks behind, branding me as his.

I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to feel him, all of him. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to remove the barrier between us. He helped me, reaching behind his head and pulling the shirt off in one smooth motion. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of his bare chest, his toned muscles rippling with every movement.

I ran my hands over his hot skin, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath my palms. He hissed, his eyes darkening as I traced the lines of his abs, my fingers dipping just below the waistband of his pants. I could feel the strain of his erection pressing against the material, straining to be released.

He groaned, capturing my lips again. His tongue goes into my mouth, tasting me, devouring me. I could feel the urgency in his movements, the need to possess me completely. He ground his hips against mine, his hard length pressing against my core, causing me to moan into his mouth.

I reached for his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper, desperate to release him. He helped me, shoving his pants and boxers down his hips, kicking them off without breaking our kiss. I palmed his erection through his boxer briefs, feeling the heat of him, the thickness of his c**k as it strained towards me.

He growled, his hands grabbing my ass and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding my p***y against his hard c**k. He carried me to the bed, laying me down on the soft comforter. He made quick work of my pants, yanking them off and tossing them to the side.

I laid there, exposed and wanting, need thrumming through my veins. He leaned over me, his eyes raking over my naked body, drinking in the sight of me laid out before him like an offering. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire burning in their depths.

He sucked a n****e into his mouth, his tongue moving around the sensitive bud, causing me to arch off the bed, my hands digging into his hair.

He released my n****e with a pop, trailing his lips down my stomach. He nipped at my hip bones, soothing the sting with his tongue. I squirmed beneath him, anticipation coiling in my core. He settled between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my wet folds.

I cried out as he licked a path from my entrance to my clit, his tongue circling the sensitive nub. He lapped at me, tasting me, devouring me like a man starving. I bucked against him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it, sending me hurtling towards the edge.

I came with a scream, my body shattering into a million pieces. He worked me through my o****m, lapping at my folds, prolonging the pleasure. I lay there, panting, my body boneless and sated. But I wanted more.

I needed to feel him inside me, to be connected in the most intimate way possible. I pulled him up, reaching for his c**k. I stroked him, feeling the soft skin over the hardness beneath, the bead of pre-c*m leaking from the tip. He hissed, his hips bucking into my hand.

He settled between my legs, his c**k nudging at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. I cried out, my walls clamping around him, adjusting to the invasion.

He started to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. I met him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back. He leaned down, kissing me. Our tongues tangled, mimicking the act our bodies were performing.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into mine. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, mingling with our moans and cries of pleasure. I could feel the pressure building in my core, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

I was close, so close. I needed something, anything to push me over the edge. As if sensing my thoughts, he reached down, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit. That was all it took.

I came with a scream, my walls clamping down on his c**k, milking him for all he was worth. He followed me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside me. We lay there, panting, our bodies intertwined.

He pulled out, rolling to the side and gathering me into his arms. I laid my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. A feeling of contentment washed over me, a sense of peace I had never felt before. "That was only the beginning." He promised.

Which was something that I was looking forward to.