He leaned over her, kissing her mouth hungrily, tasting her, letting her taste him. The kisses were furiously passionate, and he made no attempt to hide the aching need he felt, the raging hunger that was sweeping through him making him shake with his effort to control his lust. He could feel her trembling beneath his hands, and it thrilled him to his core. He wanted her out of control, wanted her as slavishly enthralled as he was.
He trailed a hand down her belly, loving the mound of it, the roundness and soft pleasure of its silkiness against his fingers. He loved the feel of her pubic hair against his palm, and he bit her nipple in delight, soothing the hurt at once with a slow lick, before tugging it into his mouth to suckle. She groaned, and he treated her other nipple to the same deadly assault, all the while spreading her legs with his hand. When she opened for him, he swiped hungry knuckles over her wet slit, over her rigid bud, and she gasped in reaction.
When the tip of his shaft touched her wet slit, he groaned, fighting to stop the shaking that was taking him over, fighting for control. He pushed in slowly. She wasn't a virgin, but the pleasure he felt as he pushed into her snug depths had him holding his breath to stop himself from coming just from the close fit. And as he slipped in, he felt her sucking him in greedily, her muscles grasping him, pulling him in, swallowing him.
"Ah, God, Bella, you're killing me!" he groaned.
He gritted his teeth, and noted the smug smile on her face at his words.
"Witch!" he groused heatedly, and bent to punish her with a searing kiss meant to steal her breath and her heart.
"You wouldn't let me hold you!" she huffed desperately, her breath coming in gasps as he pulled out, and pushed in slowly again.
He pulled out again, savoring the feel of her cream against his heated shaft, growling with intense pleasure as she sucked him back in, deep, delicious sucks of her pussy walls against his cock. He wanted to curse with the sweetness that he felt, and the urge to thrust in hard and fast, to take her without restraints, to fuck her silly, overwhelmed his control. He barely held himself from ramming into her.
"Stop teasing me, Rick!" she moaned at him, biting the nipple that was closest to her mouth, then licking it in heated desire.
Rick exploded, unable to keep his hips still a second longer. He plunged into her hot sex, ramming her to her core, over and over, in and out, hard, fast, hungry thrusts, dragging her up with him as he broke into blinding sunlight and shot his load. He was helpless in the face of his orgasm, the force of it battering at him, making him shake and growl like an animal. When he finally stopped, his lust spent, his loins at last sated, he collapsed on top of her, barely managing to hold himself off her enough to stop from suffocating her.
Cara felt herself coming as Rick did, the depths of her womb contracting in sweet joy at the feel of him, all that glorious, wonderful length and breadth of him, pumping and exploding inside her. The orgasm blew her away, and brought tears to her eyes. She was not the kind of person to sleep with just any man. There had to be an emotional connection. It seemed she had a deeper connection to Rick that she was prepared to admit, as nothing in her experience had prepared her for the complete loss of herself and her inhibitions that this first time with Rick had brought.
She felt him move, felt him pull her to him, felt his heartbeat against her back, felt herself lost in him. And the fear overwhelmed her.
"You're getting awfully comfortable, Professor!" she said shakily, knowing she was breaking the mood, needing to bring him back, so she could find herself again.
His arm tightened over her belly, and he pulled her closer. "I have time, and I want to savor you. Will that be a problem?"
Cara heard the words, and the tension behind them. She was walking a very thin line. She had just had the best sex of her life with a man she feared she was in love with, and she didn't know what to do about it. A woman of her age didn't just have an affair with her professor. And she harbored no illusions that Rick really wanted any more from her than an affair. He would see sense eventually, and realize that she was completely unsuitable for him.
"No, no problem! I just don't want to be the reason you're late, that's all!"
His mouth on her neck melted her, against her will. She felt his tongue leaving a trail of fire down her arm, before he turned her over so he could suckle her breasts again, making her lust rise again, and her need for distance pale into insignificance.
"Rick, please!" she moaned, when his tongue began a wicked circling of her left nipple.
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" Another wicked lick across her right nipple. "I'll please you however you like!" His voice was hoarse, a testament to his own arousal.
"I..." Cara couldn't form a coherent thought as Rick systematically destroyed her presence of mind. By the time his once again raging erection was seated to the hilt inside her, she was practically insensible with need. He didn't spend any time torturing her this time, but took her quick and hard, riding her to a shattering climax, shouting as he himself came apart inside her.
Cara's breathing was as labored as his, her heart racing as hard, when he pulled himself off her, sitting up slowly. He dragged a shaking hand over his face, and turned to her.
"Stay here, Bella! I'll be right back!"
She lay still, pulling the edges of the bed covers over her, and listened to water running in the bathroom. When he stepped back into the room, he held a washrag in his hands. Cara felt her face flaming, knowing what he intended, and feeling herself fall further, deeper, harder. She watched him walk over to her, gloriously naked and unashamed, and watched as he tenderly cleaned her and put her underwear back on.
"Time for us to go, baby!" he said as he dressed himself, watching her put her own clothes back on and push her fingers through her hair. "Need a brush? Use mine! It's in the bathroom!" When she hesitated, he added, a quirk to his lips, "I swear I don't have cooties!"
Cara felt her smile turn to a chuckle, and she let it out as she walked into his well-appointed bathroom. Snagging the brush, she brushed her hair slowly, not wanting to leave, and yet knowing she would be afraid to stay.
"Ready?"
His voice interrupted her musings. "Yes, sorry!"
He came to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her gently. "I can hear the wheels turning, baby!" He bent to press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. "Just let it go, okay? We'll talk about it tomorrow."
She turned away from the mirror wordlessly, and let him lead her back out to the car. As he helped her into the car, he whispered against her ear,
"And I promise I won't rush you tomorrow, either. We'll take our own sweet time, baby!"
He kissed her mouth gently, too, and let her sit. Closing her into the car, he went around and got in. The ride back to the university was quiet, as though he was getting himself prepared for his class. Cara stayed quiet, too, unwilling to distract him. It was giving her time to think, for which she was grateful. Her body still tingled from the pleasant lethargy stealing over her. How she would make it through her evening with the girls she had no idea, because all she could think about was the way Rick made her mindless, and of how much she wanted to feel that again.
"We're here," his voice interrupted her thoughts. "I'll barely make it to class," he added, his eyes on her mouth, "and God alone knows how I'll pull it off today!" He bent his head and bussed her lips lightly, and then ended, "Call me before you go to the girls, okay? I need to hear you, since I won't see you!"
Cara swallowed before replying, and smiled at him. "I'm leaving at six. Shall I call your office?"
"Call my cell phone!" When she raised surprised eyes to his face, he added, "The things I want to say to you cannot have any chance to be heard by listening ears on university phones!"
Cara's eyes widened. "Do you really think they tap your phones?" She was horrified.
"I don't know, but I won't take that chance! Not with this!" He reached a hand over to touch her face, cradling her cheek tenderly. "Not with you!"
He turned away to remove one of his business cards from his wallet. "Call me, okay?"
"Yes," she whispered, "I'll call you!"
The rest of the afternoon was a blur for her. By the time she got home, it was five, and she was exhausted, emotionally and physically. And she wanted Rick with an intensity that astounded her. She packed the picnic basket with her contributions to the potluck, and went to shower. She could feel his hands and his mouth on her as the warm water cascaded down her sensitive skin, and as she washed herself, passing the washrag between over the lips of her sex, she moaned in heated passion, wishing she was showering with him.
The phone ringing startled her, and she let it ring. Whoever it was could wait. When it rang again, she stumbled out of the shower and ran to get it, dripping water everywhere, a towel barely covering her.
"Hello?" She was breathless, from passion and running.
"I'm outside, baby!" Rick said. "May I come in?"
"Rick, I'll be late!" she protested, shivering, though not with cold.
"Come open the door, Bella, please?"
