49. KATIE
Chapter forty-nine
KATIE
“ Y ou have a bit of jam, just there.” Loren points to my chin. I stick out my tongue to try to lick it up. It’s absurd, but we are both laughing, and it feels too good to be serious about jam.
Loren lunges, licking my chin and the sweet raspberry jam. We fall backwards, laughing together as his weight pins me to the quilt.
“Loren.” I gasp. “Do we have time?”
He growls. “I will make time.”
I shiver. He pulls my shirt off, tossing it away, before he sucks my right nipple through the lace fabric of my bra.
Holy Saints! The wet heat of his mouth and the rub of the lace against my nipple feels incredible. My nipple peaks as his tongue traces a wet circle.
“Loren,” I moan, digging my heels into the quilt. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
“Does my good student like this?” He asks. I whine in answer and he moves to the other nipple, sucking it through the fabric, soaking my bra in his mouth, and grazing my hard peak with his teeth.
I gasp.
“I know you like this,” he says huskily. He unfastens the bra and pulls it away, letting him take more of my breast into his mouth.
Oh I do like this. Like the way his tongue laps not just at my hard nipple, but around the swell of my breast. He kisses me in the center of my breasts, then sucks the other breast.
I wiggle under him, wanting more friction. More contact. More of him .
It’s a dangerous thing, this wanting. Wanting has always left me more alone. But something about Loren feels so right . So calmly true and sure.
So I grind into him, rubbing my hips against the stiff length of his erection pressing against his trousers.
“Too much fabric,” I groan.
“Astute observation,” he mumbles, planting kisses on my collarbone and shoulder. I tug at his shirt, deftly unfastening his buttons. Thankfully, only wearing a lavender button-up, and not the additional layers of waistcoat and jacket.
I should slow us down. But after last night with Max, I am desperate for Loren. If I only get a few days left with them, then I want to savor every moment. I know I would hate myself if I didn’t steal every kiss, feel every inch of their perfect bodies.
Maybe it makes me a monster. Maybe it makes me selfish, to fuck them even when I know I’m leaving. But, Jesus, I will take the curse of it, because every touch is like fire in my blood. Every kiss is like a drug that I cannot get enough of.
I pull Loren down to kiss me, my breasts rubbing over his chest. His cock is hard and hot against my thigh, but he holds back. Max was thick inside me last night, his girth stretching me until just the pressure of him inside me was enough to make me come.
Loren’s length makes my mouth water. I reach down and circle the head of his cock with my thumb and middle finger.
His breath is ragged. “If we need to slow down,” he begins, but I shake my head. I could leave any day. How many more chances will I have to make love to a man like Loren, my warrior-scholar, surrounded by wildflowers and shielded by what is probably an enchanted forest?
If knights in shining armor ever were real, Loren is one of them.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, rubbing the head of his cock into my folds, letting the heat of him drag over my clit. I’m still sensitive from last night, but it feels good.
“I can deny you nothing,” he rasps. With a gentle thrust, Loren pushes into me. It’s not a powerful stroke, but a tender nudging, deeper and deeper until he is buried to the hilt, and I am moaning at his length filling up every sensitive inch.
“Oh God,” I pant, cupping his face above mine.
“Not too much?” he asks, holding his weight off of me.
“You’re perfect, Loren.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “I need more,” I roll my hips for emphasis. He chuckles, a tinge of color painting his cheeks.
“Can you take off my glasses. They… they usually fall off.”
I slide the horn-rimmed glasses down his nose, gently settling them in the pile of our clothes at the edge of the quilt. He blinks, his gaze refocusing on my face.
“Can you see me?” I ask.
His smile is wide. “You’re a little fuzzy at the edges, but yes, Love. I can see every perfect part of you.”
His hips slide back, then rock forward. And oh good goddamn, this slower pace sends tingles up my spine that flutter out to my fingertips.
“You are so tight,” Loren groans, peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses.
“You are so big,” I respond, arching under his touch. He kisses me, continuing his teasingly slow pace. It feels delicious and indulgent, as though we could stay here kissing and fucking all afternoon. He whispered praises in my ear, and I tug at his hair, stealing kisses.
But I want more, need more from Loren. I want to see him wild for me. I want to see the naughty professor I glimpsed in his office.
“Professor,” I coo into his ear, my body spiking with heat. “I think I need a lesson.”
“Oh,” he pauses, pushing up and catching his breath. “And what lesson do we need today?”
He grabs one of my hands, gently kissing the back of it, before taking my index finger and sucking it into his mouth, all the way to where it meets my palm. I gasp, his hips beginning a rocking motion that, with his change in position, nudge my clit even while he’s deep inside me.
Fuck . It’s hot and sweet all at the same time.
He watches me as he slides my finger from between his lips, pausing for my reply.
“I-” I gasp, as he sucks my middle finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling over it, before sliding it smoothly out. His stare is hot on me, pinning me in place as his hips rock faster, and he sucks my ring finger between his lips.
“Loren,” I whine. But he doesn't stop his slow game of teasing me. I squirm under him, not uncomfortable from his weight but because my pussy clenches around his cock with each slow drag of his lips down my finger. He’s sucking on my pinky, and I dig my heels into the quilt, my hips arching even under the weight of him.
“Jesus,” I groan as the sparks of pleasure shoot out from my spine. I am going to come and Loren has barely moved inside me for the last three minutes.
Oh but that wicked mouth.
Loren turns my palm up and licks the center, running his teeth over the wet patch. The pressure of his teeth and the sensation of him fully buried inside me is too much, and the tight coil of control snaps. I rock my hips back and forth just enough to nudge my clit right before I come.
“Fuck, Loren. Oh God.” I cover my face as the orgasm ricochets through me, pleasure bursting like a rain cloud.
“Oh Love,” he purrs, slowly rolling through the aftershocks of pleasure, each nudge of his hips another spark of bliss. “You are radiant. Gods above, you are glowing.” He nuzzles me, and I throw my arms limply around him.
“That was amazing,” I whisper. “No one has gotten me off by sucking my fingers before.” I nearly laugh. “Did Callum teach you that?” I tease.
Loren laughs, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and into my body.
“No, but I’m glad we’ve learned one more thing my best student likes.”
“Indeed. But I want to show you one more thing I like,” I say, as I push him back.
Loren raises an eyebrow, following my lead.
“I can’t do this for too long because of my knee, but I still fucking love it.” I force him out of me and back against the quilt. He complies, keeping his grip on my waist as we readjust. I straddle him, my knee giving me a warning twinge, but I force it back.
I will not even acknowledge that right now. No, not while I have this gorgeous blond behemoth of a man sprawled out and at my mercy.
I brace my hands against his shoulders and slide down his length. I’m soaked from coming, and he’s so hard, sliding in until I hit the ring of muscle that’s slowly inflating at the base of his shaft.
The knot .
I’m curious about it, but also unsure. I trust Loren not to hurt me, so I focus instead on finding the right angle and rhythm of my hips, grinding up and down, not putting too much pressure on my knee. Loren braces my forearms, letting me put more weight on him, and Jesus , I’m able to feel every hard inch of him inside me.
“Gods you are so wet, so tight, so perfect. Katie, how did we ever find you?” Loren moans as I grind faster and harder, heat breaking out over his forehead. I know I’m a sweaty mess, but I don’t care right now. I chase the pleasure, fast and faster. Loren arcs up, thrusting his hip up to meet me, our bodies slapping wetly.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, glancing at Loren once, before closing my eyes. His eyes were blown out black, his face torn by pleasure.
“Come with me, Love. Come with me, and let me have all of you.”
His voice was ragged and wanting. God, I wanted to give in, to let him have all of me. To take every bit of him.
But fear lances through me as sharply as the pain in my knee, reminding me that I don’t belong here. That I am going home– back to Earth and a world where men do not love like this. Not me anyway.
It hurts, my heart cracking as my pussy clenches tight, pleasure shattering me into a million tiny fragments.
I collapse forward, propelled by Loren’s last frantic thrusts, one of his hands tight around his knot. Heat floods my pussy, another wave of pleasure furthering my orgasim.
Loren collects me in his arms, draping me across his chest as I tremble. Tears seep from my eyes. It’s all too much, the pleasure and the pain.
“Oh my Love,” Loren coos, running his fingers lazily up and down my spine. “You were made for me, and you are perfect.”
How I wish he was right.