The Professor's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 27a

***SPICY*** Skip if you're not into that.**

Before I knew it I was on my back in his bed - thank the goddess- lost in his gorgeous brown eyes as he hovered above me. About time!

“I’ve missed you too.” I laughed lightly because even though I’ve been with him I’ve not been able to have him. That’s been a special kind of t*****e. It’s hard to be so close to someone and want someone so badly, but yet you can’t have them. Well, I could have I suppose, but it just felt weird with all the people in the house. and Kelton was wonderful. Affectionate but never slimy. Never made me feel like an object. Just the opposite. He made me feel like I belonged, like a partner. But now I needed more.

His lips descended on mine torturously slowly. I wanted to smooch that always successful seductive smirk on his face immediately. When his lips met mine, he no longer held back. His tongue stroked mine and his hands began to wander as he devoured me. My hands slid up to his perfect shoulders as if I needed to hold him to me, to pull him closer, to touch him more than I already was. His kiss burned with passion as well as love when his hard, hard body pressed against me. Deliciously hard.

“I missed your soft skin.” He murmured, skimming his fingers down the side of my body in a feather-light, almost tickling touch that sent shuttering pleasure zinging across my skin. “I have missed those little mewling sounds you make when you’re approaching an orgasm.”

God help me, I felt like an o****m would explode imminently and all we’d done was kiss and a little fondling. I was that electric for him.

“Orgasms only you can give me,” I whimpered as his fingers skittered softly across my belly and down my thigh, skirting the area I most wanted him to touch. I was already edging for him.

“I missed your hard body.” I slid my hand over the contours of his velvet soft skin. Feeling each ridge, dip, and curve of his hard, magnificent body. Did I mention hard?

“I need you.” I rocked my hips at his continued teasing touches.

“I know, darling. I need you too. So much.”

I reached my hand down to speed the process along, grabbing his thick, hard c**k. There’s a time and a place for slow and gentle. As much as I loved that side of him, right now I wanted him to f**k me so ferociously that I’d have to limp to classes all next week.

“I want you now.” I damn near growled. Being demanding was new for me, but judging by the flickering gold and black in his eyes, my man did not mind one bit.

His next kiss was pure hunger. During which his fingers found my wetness and I worked his rod, hard, before guiding it to where I wanted it. One sharp thrust later and he’d slammed in to the hilt. I cried out as he damn near impaled me. My eyes met his and I saw concern in his eyes. But I wasn’t hurt. Instead, I was on fire for him.

“More. Harder. I want all of you. Give me all you’ve got.”

He did not wait to be told twice.

Usually he was a gentle and attentive lover. And I most certainly had no complaints about that. He liked to take his time, ensuring my pleasure peaked first, and usually twice. But this was new. This was raw, animalistic need. Frenzied. And I found I liked it just as much. He made me feel irresistible, like he could not control himself around me. That made me feel strangely powerful. He made me feel so sure of myself. I f*****g loved it.

“Like that?” He asked.

“Oh God, yes, exactly … yes… like that.” I was surprised I could form words, stuttered as they were.

As he relentlessly pounded into me the air grew thicker as I dragged in ragged breaths. My whole body buzzed with unbearable need, trembling with every sharp thrust.

I made some unintelligible moan s***h curse when he temporarily pulled out to flip me over. How dare he quit now! However the annoying feeling of emptiness did not last. He quickly slipped back in and continued to jack hammer me with a force and speed no human man could match. I gasped with occasional twinges of pain, but the pleasure far, far outweighed it.

“Oh my f@cking Gods…. you are amazing.” My words were stuttered and breathless. He was dominant and wild, but no less meaningful.

When he slowed and kissed his mark on my neck, the most intense shiver of pleasure ripped through me. As my o****m clenched him deep inside me, I felt him jerk and stiffen briefly as he roared his own release. Though he didn’t stop moving, quickly sending me shattering once again. For a moment I swear I saw floating specks of light.

So that’s what it meant to see stars. I’d thought that was flowery bullsh!t until that very moment.

For a few magical minutes, we laid side by side, both wildly sucking in breaths, with my body, soul and mind coming back together, piece by piece.

When he pulled out and he gathered a warm cloth to clean me up, I wondered how he found the energy. I was exhausted, yet he was the one that did all the work. I just had to clutch the sheets for dear life and barely coherently, tell him what a great f*****g job he was doing while pleading for more. I loved that he was so thoughtful, so doting. I loved his need to take care of me.

“I now understand why newly mated couples disappear for a few days and can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s like I can’t think straight anymore. I want you so much. I want you all the time,” I admit.

“The feeling is most definitely mutual, my darling. You are my everything. You are like a d**g to me. I’m addicted to you,” he said huskily before kissing me softly yet possessively.

Until now, I thought being possessive meant they were controlling assholes, some are I’m sure. But with my Kelton it was different. When he told me I was his, I knew he meant that he’s mine just as much, maybe more so. He is my person. My one. My mate. My everything.

When he tucked me close as his little spoon, I snuggled, safe, and sated.

Finally.

My eyelids drooped and my limbs felt like they were lead. Before sleep could take me. His blasted phone rang.