Page 80 of The Professor's Wife

My breaths quickened when his mouth found my center, and this time there was no gentleness. He sucked at me deeply, starved, like he was trying to savor my very essence. I jolted at the unexpected pleasure bursting through me sharply, wonderfully…painfully.

I lost myself.

I forgot who I was.

My hands gripped his hair. I ground against him, shameless and unable to stop. I had never felt this primitive before. I used his mouth, my teeth clenched as I took control, rolling my hips and loving the bursts of pleasure rushing through me.

I came hard, my gasps loud and my screams silent. There was a buzz in my ears as all other noise fell away.

I’d hardly caught my breath when Tristan climbed over me, settling above me with a delighted look in his vivid blue eyes.

“I liked that, Daze,” he said. “Very much.”

I grinned stupidly, even though my eyes ached. “I liked it, too.”

“You took control.”

“I was a little too eager.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth. “No such thing.”

I felt his cock brush against me. I spread for him and raised my hips, encouraging him to take me.

He kissed me instead.

Slowly, his tongue brushed against mine. I loved the taste of him. I moaned into his mouth, unable to stop myself.

Tristan was a passionate kisser. He didn’t just fuck me after a few swift kisses. He spent more time working me slowly, nibbling at my mouth and sucking at my tongue until I was panting between kisses, my fingers digging into his hard back.

“You have a lot of willpower,” I whispered as I wrapped a hand around his impossibly hard length.

He chuckled against my mouth. “I’m good with restraint, but…I’m not so good with you, Daze.”

I pumped him, watching closely as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a hard breath.

“You can let go. You don’t have to be so soft with me, Tristan.”

His forehead pressed against mine as another groan left him. “I know… But something tells me you need it.”

My hand paused around him. I studied him closely, but his mouth was back on mine before I could respond. He kissed me deeply and took my hand, removing it from his length. He placed it on his ass, and I let out a surprised laugh.

He grinned. “Love that sound.”

He finally pulled back until he was on his knees, looking down at me with his messy hair falling over his forehead. He spread my legs wider and pulled my shirt up to my neck. His eyes were heavy as he stroked himself lazily.

I watched from beneath him, my mouth parted but hardly any breath coming in or out. He wasn’t just a big guy. His presence filled the space, inescapable and potent.

I watched him pump himself slowly, and even with a hand that big, his length looked intimidating. My body felt hollow and almost afraid to accept him.

When I looked back up, he was already staring at me with a mischievous grin.

“We already established it can fit, Daze.”

I smiled back. “Remind me.”

His grin faded as he released his cock. His hands ran up my legs. He felt at my center and let out a groan.

“I love how wet you are, Daze.”