The Professor (Book 2)

6: Virgin Territory

A few months earlier...

I clung helplessly to Harry's broad shoulders as the pool water seemed to torrent around us.

My body was on fire, despite being submerged in water. It was the strangest combination, feeling both like I was being pulled under by the sweet, measured, but deeply delicious thrusts of Harry's cock, whilst simultaneously floating away on the pleasure he inserted into my system with his firm grip on my sensitive body.

The way his hands clenched my ass was perfection. The way his lips suckled on my neck was divine. The way he brought me forward every time he drove into me was my absolutely undoing, and with a deep moan, I shuddered and dug my nails into his shoulders, running my hands up to tug on the wet wisps of hair at his neck.

"Harry," My voice was a weak, breathy and deeply elated echo of what it had been minutes ago. It was laden with lust and about to break as he drove me to my breaking point.

Harry grunted lowly against my neck, a sound that somehow traveled down to the place where he was already buried, and I couldn't help but feel myself tighten. To hear him let go, even if just a fraction, was enough to set my insides on fire and make me crumble.

He was feeling this as much as I was.

I clung harder to him, feeling Harry's lips automatically venture up my neck until he found my mouth again. Maybe it was the needy whimpers leaving it, or maybe it was because he could sense I was close, but either way, Harry locked his mouth over mine and kissed me deeply until I couldn't hold back any longer.

Dissolving into his arms, I mewled and panted against his lips as my pleasure overrode my system. Harry seemed to pause for only a moment at the sound of me climaxing, his eyes taking in my face and body. What he saw, I couldn't tell. All I knew was the feeling his cock inside me was providing me, a wonderful stretch, a strange kind of pressure from the water around us, and the deep throb I could sense coming from his shaft nestled within me.

"Oh my God," I whispered in the aftermath of my climax. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, panting to catch my breath.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was surprisingly firm, if not rougher than usual. But it was his question that surprised me the most.

I pulled back to meet his assertive eyes. "No, not at all. That was... wow."

"We should get out of the water," He spoke, making me curl my face in confusion. "Your skin is starting to prune."

I wasn't going to correct him and tell him it was his love-making that was making my skin dot and shudder in goosebumps.

"Whatever you say, Mr Devon," I still managed to tease, even with sparse breath and pink cheeks.

We both emerged from the water, Harry offering me a hand as I pulled myself up. He lifted me gently by the hips, before dragging himself out, the water pouring off of both of us. Luckily, the maids seemed to leave towels out on the few chairs that were down here. Grabbing one for myself and then tossing one to Harry, we both dried off, looking at each other.

I couldn't help but stare at his body, my eyes lingering on his massive erection that still stiffly poked into the air.

"You're staring," He announced. I lifted my eyes and met his.

"It's hard not to," I replied. "No pun intended."

Harry lowered his towel and wrapped it around his hips. "There. All taken care of." But those were lying words, since even behind the towel, his cock prodded out against the fabric in a more than obvious way.