Page 37 of Professor and the Seer

Once the door closed, the kissing resumed, torrid and frantic. Their hands tore at clothes, shedding them until they pressed their naked bodies together, the friction creating a new level of excitement.

He stroked his hands up and down her lithe frame, light touches that teased down her back to the indent of her waist before skimming over her hips and finally ending with him cupping her ass. He pulled her tight to him, trapping his hard cock against her belly, their lips entangled in a kiss that left them breathless. The erect tips of her nipples scraped against his chest. He nibbled his way along her jaw and down her neck, hearing her sigh in pleasure. She clung to him, wobbly on her feet.

He felt a tad unsteady himself. He lifted and carried her to the bed and lay her gently on it. Her half-masted eyes regarded him with passion. Her swollen lips parted, and while she said nothing, he could see the plea.

Touch me. Love me. Please me. Tease me.

He wanted nothing more than to give her a night that would calm her fears and leave her so satisfied she’d start believing they had a future together.

Kneeling on the bed dipped the mattress, and she held out her arms for him, drawing him down for a kiss. But he wanted more than just her lips.

Once more, he kissed his way down her neck but, this time, kept going. A shiver went through her as he kissed his way down to her breasts, each a perfect handful that he squeezed and pushed together before rubbing his face in the crease. She moaned, and he murmured, “Shh, my sweet vixen.”

“Vixen?” she whispered.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“No, I like vixen. It makes me sound sexy.”

“Because you are.” He dipped his head to brush his mouth over her nipples, teasing the tight buds before sucking on them. She gasped and arched with each suck, her fingers digging into the bed as she writhed.

She was so responsive, so sensual, he couldn’t help but hum against her flesh. When he’d teased the nipples long enough, he moved down her body, kissing her soft belly. Nuzzling her mound. A kiss on her thigh parted them that he might fully settle between her legs.

The scent of her roused his hunger, her arousal a slick honey begging him to taste. He dragged his fingers over her mound to her sex and couldn’t help but watch as she bit her lip, her hips shuddering as she held herself in check.

He wanted her wild, though.

He leaned forward and tasted her, lapping at her sweetness, teasing her swollen bud. Holding her down when she would have bucked. She sounded choked, and a glance showed her with a fist shoved in her mouth to hold in her cries of pleasure.

How he wished he’d seduced her somewhere private where she could cry out. Next time… Because there would be a next and a next…

He lapped at her until she sat on the brink, and then he shoved her over it by putting his fingers inside her. He almost spilled at the tight grip of her sex as she gyrated against the penetration while his tongue worked her clit. He felt the tight squeeze of her muscles before the climax that caused them to ripple, and still he toyed with her until she whimpered and took her hand out of her mouth long enough to whisper, “I want to feel you inside me.”

Oh, hell yeah. He positioned himself over her, the tip of his cock finding her wet heat. He pushed into her slowly, wanting to be careful. She was so damned tight.

She reached for him, fingers digging into him as she dragged him close, too breathless to kiss. She rested her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder as he thrust. In and out. He seesawed into her, fighting the tight suction, not wanting it to be over too quick and yet unable to stop himself from moving faster and faster.

She keened against his flesh, the vibration only ramping up his passion. He held on long enough that the muscles of her channel finally spasmed in a second orgasm, clenching him so tight he almost bellowed.

Sated, they clung to each other, wrapped tight, a moment of perfection that he never wanted to end.

He’d fallen in love with the strong and fragile Frieda. Wanted nothing more than to get the future promised by his Grams.

But in order for that to happen, he had to avoid the whole stabbing thing Frieda predicted. The problem being, how could he stop it when he didn’t know the cause?

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I wanted to stay like this forever, spooned against John, his arm lying over me, the world a quiet place for once. I didn’t need to wall myself off with John. Didn’t need to hide what I was. He understood me. Accepted me. I’d even dare to say he was falling in love with me. Or so I hoped, seeing as how I was already there, which meant I had to keep him safe. I just didn’t know how.

How to prevent what I’d seen? How could I trust his Grams had predicted his true path? Which reminded me, she’d never actually said I’d be a part of that future.

Troubled, I fell asleep and found myself in a strange place. Not the cavern from before but a tunnel, an old one. I didn’t recognize the stonework all around other than the fact it had obviously been in place a long time, the mortar cracked and missing in some places, the stone worn smooth underfoot. The walls were dark with grime from the passage of time. A single light bulb lit the space, the wire running to it stretching behind me and disappearing around the curve of the corridor.

Ahead of me, a pile of stone lay on the floor, a recent collapse given dust hung in the air. I didn’t cough, but I did wonder why my dream put me here in front of a jagged opening. Did a secret room lie beyond?

Make that a tunnel. As the particles settled, I saw a hint of light past that newly opened arch, at least twenty feet away, and, in that glint, the trailing, smoky wisp of a robe.

The being from the cavern! The one I’d yet to figure out. Real or not?