Page 13 of The Professor
“So fucking perfect,” he groans as I finally get him naked and take him in my hand, stroking his rigid length as I hand himthe camera again. I press my lips to the tip of his glans, kissing gently. He moans and pushes his cock forward. I let him slip into my mouth then tighten my lips around his shaft, taking it deeper. I bob faster and he moans louder, dropping the camera to his side.
“Just for us,” I repeat as I lie back on the moss and pull him with me.
Oliver braces one hand beside my head, holding the camera over me with the other. I smile up at him as the shutter fires off rapidly: One of my hand grabbing at the grass as he thrusts against me, teasing me and sparking all that wound up tension back to life. One of my stomach and hip, then down to where we’re nearly joined. Then, finally, he aims the camera at my face as he thrusts into me and I cry out. Slow motion, fast motion, slow motion, faster motion.
Fuck, I already know I want those pictures framed in the bedroom of the home I know we’ll share together one day.
The thought of it and the feel of him throws me over the edge. I cry out as I come, and he places the camera down and covers me completely. His mouth is on my neck, my lips, my nipples, kissing me everywhere as he fucks me through my orgasm.
There’s no time for me to recover from the pleasure before it’s building again. He angles us so that with every thrust he hits the place inside me that drives me insane, and I thank God that this spot is so secluded because I couldn’t keep myself quiet even if my life depended on it.
“Oh, God, Oliver!” I cry out, nails scratching at his back as I move with him.
“All mine,” he growls in my ear as he thrusts deep, claiming me as thoroughly with his body as he is with his words. “You’re mine, Emma. I don’t care what it takes, I’m never letting you go, consequences be damned. My muse, my love,mine!”
“Yours,” I manage to agree before bliss overwhelms me again. My inner walls clutch at him, my body desperate to keep him close, and he curses, gasping my name as he comes with me.
For a while, we lie together in this little slice of peace and tranquility, but then the sun hides behind the trees and a familiar chill skitters over my skin. The second I start to shiver, Oliver picks me up and dresses me, pulling my jumper over my head and finding my hair tie to gather my damp hair off my neck.
I revel in the way he looks after me, leaning into him gratefully. The walk back to the house is slow and sweet, holding hands and listening to the birds sing around us.
When we get back, he bundles us both into the shower, washing every inch of me with careful reverence that inevitably ends up with us moaning each other’s names again.
Finally, we’re clean and dry and curled up in bed. Jet lag and exhaustion from the walk and all the sex catch up with us, and we drift off to sleep under the covers, tangled together and totally inseparable.
8
OLIVER
Spending so much time with Emma when we don’t have to hide our relationship has only proved to me what I already knew: she’sitfor me. I can’t let her go, and I’d have to kill anyone who tried to take her from me.
Once Emma finishes her Masters, we’ll be free to be ourselves, but I’m not waiting until then to start planning our life together. I already have a plan to look at apartments when we’re back home and when we went into town to get me a pair of hiking boots, I saw a ring in the window of a jeweler that I immediately knew was meant to be hers. It was a sign, and what better place to prove my commitment to us than a place that means so much to her, a place nearly as beautiful as she is.
“Maybe I’ll make a country boy out of you yet,” Emma teases as she comes out of the bathroom after putting her hair up in some elaborate braided bun.
I laugh, raising a brow at her. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, pretty girl,” I tell her, watching the way pink spreads across her cheeks. I love making her blush. It’s my favorite hobby.
“What if all I want you to be is mine?” she asks, stepping closer to me and tipping her head back to meet my gaze.
I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her close to me. She fits fucking perfectly, made for me. “I’m all yours, gorgeous,” I promise her. “And you…you’ve always been mine.”
It pains me to pull away from her rather than kiss her senseless, but if I do that we won’t leave the room and I have important plans.
“Come on,” I say, taking her hand in mine and tugging her out of the house.
The sky is clear and there’s a cool breeze that makes the air feel fresh, making for perfect hiking weather. The only hiking I’ve done is in humid, hot weather back home and the climb up the green hills here is far more pleasant.
We chat the whole way up, taking our time wandering the winding path to the summit. We talk about our plans for the future, what Emma wants to do when she graduates, the house we want to live in one day. By the time we reach the top, I can picture the rest of our lives together clearly. Our wedding, Emma pregnant, a baby that looks just like her. The walls of our house lined with our photos. Not having to hide our love for each other ever again.
Fuck, I’ve never been able to picture my future so clearly. The thought of a family with her makes me feel feral, and I have to stop myself wanting to sweep her off her feet, take her back to our private bed and put a baby in her belly right now.
Emma inhales deeply, sighing happily as she twirls around, looking out at the view from all angles, her hair windswept and her cheeks pink. I grab my camera and quickly, while she’s notlooking, I set it up on a timer and place it to the side, knowing she’ll want this moment captured.
“God, I love it up here,” she says, still facing away from me. I grin as I lower to my knee, knowing she has no idea what’s about to happen. “It’s one of my favorite places on earth?—”
She turns to talk to me and freezes, her eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open as she locks eyes with me.
“Oh my God, Oliver….” she breathes, her eyes beginning to shine with tears as she slaps her hand over her mouth in shock.
