Page 66 of Professor and the Seer
He kept teasing her sweet spot and introduced a finger into her tight sheath. She clamped down and rocked against him, keening as she had her first orgasm.
First, because he wasn’t done.
He kept playing with her, licking and sucking, even biting down on her clit until she was panting and begging, “John, please.”
Only then did he rise over her, inserting himself between legs that clamped around his waist. The head of him teased her, pushing in, her sex warm and wet and hot. So hot.
She clung to him as he thrust, driving in and out, the suction of her pussy rendering him mad with arousal. Their lips meshed for a kiss as he kept pumping, knowing he hit the right spot with the way she kept keening into his mouth, how she tightened with each stroke.
When he grunted in an attempt to hold on, she whispered, “I love you,” and he was done.
He came hard, spilling into her just as she orgasmed, milking him for everything he had while holding him tight.
When he finally collapsed, she still wouldn’t let him go, and he murmured, “I love you so much, vixen. I can’t wait for us to have that future Grams saw.”
She stiffened in his arms, and he wanted to kick himself for being an idiot. Why did he have to ruin the moment?
A second later, she relaxed and murmured, “I would love nothing more than to be with your forever. I love you, professor.”
A declaration that had his heart swelling.
Which made waking the next morning without her all the worse.
20
I couldn’t have said why I woke other than I went from asleep to aware in seconds. It might have been the cold in the room, which even John’s warm and heavy snuggling arm couldn’t counter. I definitely didn’t appreciate the looming robed figure of Reaper. He might have been missing a scythe, but he still gave off a grim death vibe with his smoky attire.
“You know, there’s such a thing as knocking,” I grumbled as I eased out from under John’s arm. Thankfully I wore a long T-shirt of his, borrowed when we finally left the bedroom to eat. John didn’t budge, despite our conversation and my movement, mostly likely frozen in time again.
“Knocking is for the corporeal. I’m not actually here,” Reaper stated.
“Astral walking?” I questioned.
“In a sense.” His hooded head tilted. “It’s time.”
“I kind of figured,” I muttered.
“If you wish to say goodbye, I can wake him.”
The kind offer surprised me. Pity I had to reject it. My lips pinched. “No, leave him sleeping. Otherwise, he’ll insist on coming.” He’d die for me.
“Very well. Are you ready?”
“I’d like to use the bathroom and get dressed first if you don’t mind.”
“Hurry. We don’t have much time.”
“Meaning what? Are there monsters coming here?”
His head turned as if he looked outside. “No. I would sense those. But not all her threats are visible to me.”
A strange thing to say. I exited the bed and took a second to grab some clean clothes before I headed up the hall to the bathroom. I’d used it the previous morning, before we left for the college, and remembered having to squint while I brushed my teeth. The bright sunshine had been streaming in strong through the sheer white curtains.
Now, however, with night still reigning, the bathroom had a whole different vibe, especially since a bulb atop the mirror had burned out. I placed my clothes on the vanity before I dampened a cloth and wiped my face. I happened to glance at my reflection.
And gasped.
There I was, wearing an oversized green shirt, just like in my vision.