Seven
Pax
Candy’s bound hands nicely propped up her hips for me while I licked up my favorite new treat. My tongue curled along her secret place, dipping in to sample her arousal closest to the source. I couldn’t contain my moan when she clenched, trying to drag me in, and the memory of that sensation on my dick almost had me spending on the sheets.
Little cries and whimpers lifted like a symphony from her lips while she writhed against me, so aroused that I had to clamp open her bent legs with my hands.
“Pax, oh… I… Oh, God,” she wailed, tossing back her head.
“Oh, who ?” I rasped, lightly biting her inner thigh right above where my fingers held her open. Both my grasp and my mouth would probably leave a mark, but the way Candy jerked told me she probably wouldn’t care, though she might be a little bit uncomfortable for our road trip tomorrow. If we could even get out by then. If we couldn’t, all the better.
“Oh…oh… Santa ,” she replied. “Oh, please, Santa. I don’t know if I can…stop…from…” Her pitch lifted with every word, and I knew she was close.
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“I have! I have!” she gasped. “I’ll be good. I promise. I promise, Santa.”
How on earth had I been so lucky to get this perfect woman, who matched my kinks and played along so flawlessly?
“No more holding back then, little elf.” I sucked hard on her clit, letting go of one of her legs so I could thrust two fingers inside her already clenching walls. Candy cried out, her heels digging into to the mattress and her pelvis arcing into me. I pushed her back down, pinning her there while she tumbled into her orgasm. Lifting my gaze, I watched her shake, commanded for me, bound for me, and it was the most gorgeous sight I’d ever beheld.
Power rising through me, I crawled over her body and grasped her chin, bringing her dazed stare to mine while I nocked my glans to her opening, stretching her open with the wide tip.
“You’re mine, Candy Cane. All mine. From this day until forever.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. My hips thrust forward, lodging me within her slick, pulsing folds with one solid drive. This was home. This was where I belonged. Holding her rapt, I kept her captive, locked onto my stare while I pumped in and out of her, feeling triumphant as I claimed her and forced her to show me every ounce of vulnerability as it played across her face.
There was no hiding from me. No running from me. She was right where she needed to be, riding my cock and taking it deep like the good girl she was. As if knowing what I silently demanded, her eyes never wavered, her lids never dropping to hide her emotions from me.
“Harder,” she gasped, though I was already giving it to her in jarring drives. “Please. I need… Own me. Own me, Pax.”
She lifted her knees around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust. I understand what she craved. The bed shook as I made sure she’d feel me in the morning. We made up for the time we’d missed and fucked as if we truly hated each other but needed the sex to live.
And I did. Candy was the breath in my lungs, and at long last, I finally had air.
I was the one who broke the stare binding us together. I needed my mouth on hers, and when she screamed, tumbling over the edge to her orgasm, I sealed my lips over her, capturing her cries, and moans and the very spirit leaving her body as she spasmed with the little death that accompanied utter bliss. My release chased immediately after, my cum bursting from me to bath her womb and mark her as mine. Mine. Mine .
As if by some strange sex magic, the lights flickered on and the heater clanked, seeming to shake to life, just as my climax waned. Candy still tremored lightly beneath me, her eyes glossy with emotion.
“Still with me?” I murmured as I gazed into her hazel eyes.
“One hundred percent,” she assured me, out of breath.
“Always such an excellent student.” Reaching beneath her, I unbound her wrists then brought them around to rest on her belly. Her eyes tracked me while I knelt over her thighs and one by one massaged the hands and forearms that had been under her during our vigorous lovemaking.
The aftermath was different, this time, with a serenity surrounding her. For the first time, she wasn’t punching away blissful mood following our sex. She wasn’t running nor mentally retreating.
“Everything good?” I asked, checking in again.
She nodded. I helped her sit up, clocking the marks I’d left on her body. Primal pride thumped through me. I liked knowing she bore part of me, even if most of it would be gone by morning or sooner.
Leaning to the side, I snagged her water, and when I returned to my former position, I found Candy’s eyes on me, cataloging her own inventory.
“You’re really hot, you know that? If our student’s moms knew what was under your history teacher clothes, I’d have a fight on my hands.”
I handed her the water, focused on aftercare. “No fight. I wouldn’t even notice them. It’s always only been you.”
“Good.” She twisted off the cap and brought the bottle to her lips, reminding me of how she’d looked with that mouth on me. Soon. We’d do that again soon.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Good,” she repeated. “No urge to run off.” She blinked. “Why?”
“’Cause I was thinking.”
Her head tilted. “Thinking what?”
“That I haven’t had near my fill of you tonight, and I’d really like to see you bouncing on my cock, cowgirl style.” I urged the bottle back to her lips. “Drink up, baby girl. You’re gonna need to be hydrated.”