My Professor's Secret

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I'm pleased to discover the comfort of Trevor's bed remains once we've demolished the dinner he prepared for us. Thankfully, our brief intermission was timed perfectly, and he managed to rescue the potatoes before they had a chance to burn. By then, time had already surpassed midnight, and neither of us thought it necessary to head back in the cold until sunlight pierced through the night.

This brings me to our current predicament, tangled within the warmth of his sheets as I'm once again smushed under the weight of his body. He whispers soft profanities in my ear, never once ceasing to remind me just how delightful my lips felt wrapped around the length of his pulsating shaft.

It took much reassurance and a google search for Trevor to convince me to go into his bedroom for fear of destroying it the way I had done his sofa. The wetness that soaked his furniture wasn't urine, as I initially assumed. Trevor told me it was my body's response to pleasure overtaking it, which he took immense gratitude in being able to be the first to provide me with and was delighted to do again. Apart from that, there was nothing else preventing me from wanting to engage in what we'd been doing right now.

The warmth of his lips against my neck birthed goosebumps all over my skin. I hated how quickly my body surrendered to him—to his touch. As we lay in bed, he thrusts into me much slower than he had the first time to cater to my uneasiness about ruining his bed. Even with his slow thrust, and maybe even more so, a similar eruption stirred within me.

It becomes increasingly difficult to suppress the moans eager to escape my lips, and I don't. They fill the room with pleads of desperation for that same sensation that engulfed us hours prior.

"No one," I manage to pant through the pleasure, "has ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop." I tremble around him, fighting against my body's willingness to lose myself at the feel of his body completely. It wasn't a lie, and I hated how much I genuinely didn't want this moment to end. His cock pushes into me, more profound this time—deeper. Edging me to finish just the way I had earlier.

"Oh yeah?" He ponders with a whisper in my ears, slightly increasing his rhythm while keeping the same momentum, which also demands a reaction from him. So slow, painfully slow.

His moans vibrate against my ear as his cock continuously presses against the deepest pleasure center inside me. While I'm blissfully aware of his thrust and grateful for every inch of him, the sound of his moans unleashes the gush of ecstasy that escapes me and the intense trembling of my legs around him. It isn't but a second later that he collapses atop me as pleasure overtakes him as well. Our syncopated breathing engulfs the room until we've finally managed to return to a steady rhythm again, both high on the ecstasy of each other.

Trevor rolls over to the other side of the bed and pulls me closer to his chest. I don't decline as the spot I once laid in now seeps with moisture. I find myself centered by the beating in his chest. Hoping he'd want this feeling to last just as I did. We don't speak—not even to express the gratitude we'd both been brought to, but I don't mind it.

Trevor rests his palm against my shoulder before caressing my skin. It isn't much later that the darkness in the room overtakes me in a peaceful slumber.

The following day, I don't dally around his place much longer after daybreak arrives. Trevor is still half asleep when he kisses my lips goodbye after I've announced my departure. I don't give his mindless kiss much thought since it was done out of fatigue. I'd bet money on how quickly he'd forget once he woke up. Like a fantastic dream that wakes you from a deep slumber—though I'd never be able to let go of this feeling.