Page 29 of The Professor's Wife

Skin against skin.

His jeans gone, his hard length pressed between my thighs.

“I can have you?” he asked shakily.

“Please,” I moaned.

He whispered something. Passionate and full of yearning.

I think he said, “I’ve been waiting for you, Daze.”

Then he pushed inside me.

The stretch brought the perfect amount of pain mixed with an insatiable amount of pleasure. I was slick, my body ready, but the intensity of having him inside me still sent a shiver through my entire body.

We moaned at the same time.

His heavy breaths filled my open mouth. He paused to draw his tongue along my jaw, his voice tight when he growled, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“And you feel big,” I whispered.

He released a rough laugh that died when he moved inside me again, sending another wave of pleasure through my body.

“I want to make you feel good, Daze. Want your legs trembling when you come.”

I could no longer respond.

My mind detached. My body took control, feeling everything he gave me. His strokes grew deeper, certain and controlled. I felt him watching me, listening to every sound.

He sucked at my throat.

I gripped his back and then his hips, urging him deeper. Faster.

He thrust into me and then paused suddenly, groaning.

“Can you do something for me, Daze?”

I would have done anything for him to keep moving.

“Yes?”

“Look at me when you come.”

I opened my eyes.

His fingers traced the side of my face, his gaze searching mine.

My breath caught as I considered his request.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I didn’t understand what it would mean.

Not until he resumed, bringing me toward the precipice while his lust-darkened eyes held mine.

The orgasm tore through me.

The moment stretched—an eternity disguised as a few shattering seconds.