by Mary Winter
Kat tangled her fingers in his hair, her other hand sliding over his shoulder and back, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.
He tugged at her shirt, pulling it free of her jeans, and opening their button in the process. The zipper slid down easily, and he flattened his palm against her ribs. He traced each contour up to the curve of her breast. His fingers touched bare skin.
Kat wasn’t wearing a bra. The knowledge hit him in the solar plexus. His balls drew tight against his body, his cock jerking with the need to be buried deep inside her. He brushed his thumb across her nipple, and Kat’s breathy sigh went straight to his gut. A quick tug and he had her shirt over her head and drifting to the lab’s floor. Oh yeah, that’s what he was talking about, her breasts with their pert nipples pointing up at him so invitingly he just had to lower his head and take one into his mouth.
He suckled her hard and deep, wringing a cry from her throat. Her fingers flexed convulsively against his scalp. Curving his big hand over her other breast, he kneaded and plucked at her nipple until her heels dug into his ass.
“Neal, oh Neal,” Kat moaned.
He lifted his head long enough to blow warm breath across her wet nipple. “My kitty Kat,” he said, relying on her old college nick name. “Purr for me.”
“Mmmm.” Kat’s incoherent noise was close enough to a purr as he drew her nipple into his mouth once more.
He felt Kat pulling at his shirt, and against her skin, Neal smiled. He turned his attention to her other breast, licking and suckling it until she cried out and clenched her thighs around his hips. Too many clothes still covered them, and he pulled up enough to tug her jeans over her hips.
Kat took the hint. Her legs lowered to the ground, and she kicked off sneakers and dropped her jeans. Neal shed his shirt, shorts, boxers, socks and shoes, and then Kat’s legs wound around his hips again, and his erect cock pressed against her slick labia. So close, he thrust his hips to glide through her wetness. The smell of her arousal filled the air, and it took an inhuman act of will not to plunge into her. Instead, he nuzzled the tender skin beneath her breasts, and started down over her stomach.
Kat’s feet hit the floor, legs spread, as he worked his way to her pussy. He teased the insides of her thighs with tiny licks and nips, and then drew his tongue along the length of her slit. He felt her shudder, heard her cry out. A heady feeling that he could bring her to such heights filled him.
Neal tasted her, salty sweet on his tongue. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he cupped her ass, holding her in place while he devoured her cunt. He slid his tongue into her channel, a quick stab that only teased her with the promise of his cock. If it meant not enjoying this pleasure, not enjoying Kat, he didn’t want to live in a world without emotion. Hearing her cry out, feeling her pussy convulse as she came, those were experiences he didn’t want to miss for the world. Not ever again.
The thought humbled him as he kissed a trail back to her mouth and let her taste the musk of her juices on his lips. His cock probed her entrance. Kat tilted her hips, inviting him inside.
“I need to get—” Neal said, fighting against the need to lose himself in her warm heat.
Kat pressed her lips to his mouth. “No! I want you.” Her husky voice, full of passion and promise nearly sent him tumbling over the edge.
He sucked her fingers in his mouth, one by one, laving each digit with his tongue. And he thrust. His cock slid home, sliding into her tight channel, bare skin against bare skin. Pure heaven. A low, masculine groan rumbled in his chest, the possessive sound of a man buried deep inside his woman. Slowly, he pulled out and then thrust home again.
Lost, he was completely lost. Kat curled her fingers into his shoulders, her thighs tight around his hips. Her heels dug into his buttocks, as he claimed her mouth once more in deep kiss. Mouth, pussy, he possessed her. Their bodies came together, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room. Her channel tightened around his cock as she came once more, and the knowledge that he did this, that he brought her to the brink of passion, fueled his lust.
Harder, faster, until she came again and again. The base of his spine tingled, heralding his impending climax. Her pussy milked his cock and with a shout, he buried himself balls-deep inside her. His orgasm ripped through his body, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his veins. Deep inside, his warm seed filled her, and their mingled pants echoed in the room.
Neal slid his hands beneath her ass and carried her over to the desk. A swipe of his hand shoved away the notes he’d been working on and he set her down, bracing his hands on the smooth wooden surface. He sucked in gulps of air, certain that the earth had moved beneath his feet and the world would never be the same.
Kat leaned her forehead against Neal’s chest and tried to form a coherent thought. Neal’s response, far more enthusiastic than she expected, left her dazed and needy. Reaching up, she traced her fingers across his bare chest, caressing his nipples. Her pussy ached, her body still needy.
Emotion. She’d wanted it, and Neal delivered in spades. Her breathing evened out, and she turned her head to flick her tongue down the valley between his flat pectorals. His passion for his work, his passion for her, it burned, a heat she could not deny. She’d come back to college not only to finish her degree, but also to find herself. Here, naked on Neal’s desk, her pussy wet and his cock still buried inside her, Kat realized she never lost herself at all.
She flattened her palm against his chest and tilted her head to look at him. Leaning forward, Neal brushed his lips across hers. The tender caress brought tears to her eyes, and she blinked away the sting of moisture. “I’m sorry I doubted you.” The words tumbled from her lips.
Neal pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. Inside her, his cock jerked to life, filling her once more. “I’m sorry I didn’t confess to the accident. I wanted to say something, but the serum…” His words trailed off. “It was like being trapped in cotton. I couldn’t get through. Couldn’t get out, when I so badly wanted to do this.” Cupping the back of her head, he slanted his lips across hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, an action that spoke volumes.
He wanted her. Around his cock, her pussy contracted. Nipples hard where they brushed against his chest, Kat reveled in the strength of his body. Neal rocked, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. He hit a spot high and deep that had her crying out. Suddenly, he couldn’t get deep enough, and she couldn’t get close enough.
Cupping the back of his neck, she brought his lips back to hers in a long kiss. Her palm flattened on his chest, fingers curling against his skin in a mirror of his movements. Neal began to thrust.
Her world narrowed down to the slide of his cock in her pussy. The smell of sex filled the air, drowning out the antiseptic, scientific smell of his lab. His hands closed on her ass, hauling her even closer as she wrapped her legs around his. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted, where she wanted it. The hard wood bit into the backs of her thighs, and Kat didn’t even notice. Instead, the mantra of this is Neal roared in her mind. She loved him. Heart and soul, body and mind, she loved her hunky scientist.
The knowledge of her love only worked to further fuel her passion. She wanted to give Neal everything, and she did. The need for air ended their kiss, but it only enabled her to cry out as his lips closed on her shoulder. Higher and higher each thrust took her, until she cried out, her body shattering into a million pieces.
Yet, Neal wouldn’t let her settle bonelessly to the ground. No, his lips and teeth sucked and kissed her neck and shoulder. Hands caressed her breasts, fingers tweaking nipples. And his cock—his huge, magnificent, glorious tool—kept filling her over and over again. She screamed his name, feeling her pussy clench onto him as another orgasm filled her.
“Oh yeah, baby.” His husky voice washed over her senses, his breath warm against her skin. “This is it. Feel it.”
His lips closed around her nipple.
Kat screamed as the pull of his lips tugged on a part deep inside her. Wave afte
r wave of orgasm rolled through her, and she clung to his shoulders, his buttocks, anything to keep herself anchored as stars flashed behind her eyes. This was the Neal she loved, and god help her, she wanted him forever.
Neal thrust once more. He stiffened, his cock jerking inside her, as once again warm seed filled her. His heaving chest brushed against her breasts, hands strong on her sides. He reached behind him for his desk chair, and sat down in it, pulling her onto his lap with his cock still buried deep inside her.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive another one of those,” he breathed after long moments.
Still lost in delicious post-coital lethargy, Kat could only nod and breathe, “It’s okay. We have time.”
Silence settled over the lab, marred only by the ticking clock. Kat didn’t want to move, though she rested fully on him, and she had fears of the desk chair tipping over beneath their combined weight. She started to wiggle, only to be stilled by the press of his lips against her shoulder.
“I love feeling you like this,” he said as he palmed her ass. “Draped across me, sated, knowing that I made you this way.”
Kat’s heart leapt. She didn’t expect grand declarations of love, though she wanted to make one herself. Yet, Neal had used the word.
“I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for, don’t you?”
“Oh?” A smile curved the corner of Kat’s mouth. “What makes you say that?”
“Because I was a damn fool to let you leave ten years ago.” His simple declaration warmed her heart. “I’ve thought about it and thought about it since I saw you in my classroom, and I guess this snafu with the serum proved it. I should have said something, and I didn’t. I’m not making the same mistake again. I love you, Kat, and I hope like hell that you love me back.”
Kat swallowed hard. Never in her wildest dreams, okay in her wildest dreams, but never in reality did she expect Neal to say those magic words. He loved her. Cupping his cheeks with her palms, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Tears of joy stung her eyes, and she blinked them away. A single droplet of water rolled unchecked down her cheek.
When the need for oxygen ended the kiss, Kat smiled. “I love you, Neal.”
“Oh thank God.” Neal closed his eyes and brushed the tops of her breasts with feather-light kisses. “I’m almost done with my research. Once these trials are done, I’ll write up the paperwork and get the first articles published. Then, I’ll be free to devote my time to other things, more delightful things.” He cupped her breast with his hands and palmed it gently. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He sounded so worried, a far cry from the confident scientist she knew. Love humbled a person, made them think about their hopes and dreams, and made them hope that someone else shared those dreams. Luckily for Neal, she shared his passion for science, and she had at least two more years left in college. After that, well the future would take care of itself.
“No, I don’t mind. Not unless you mind having a college student for a girlfriend.” Kat grinned.
“Girlfriend? I don’t think so.” Neal shook his head. He glanced around the lab and frowned.
Kat’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean? I thought we’d just said that we loved each other.” She couldn’t go through all of this only to lose him again. And especially not to something so fundamentally important to her as her college education.
“I was hoping for something more permanent.”
Awareness dawned, bringing with it a bubble of giddiness she could not contain. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “You mean….” Words faltered as she found herself unable to put voice to her thoughts.
“I don’t have a ring, and right now I can’t get down on one knee.” He curled his fingers possessively over her thigh, keeping her in place. “But Kat, it’s taken me far too long to say these words. Will you marry me?”
Kat sat in stunned silence. First the confession of love, now a marriage proposal. Although she wanted to scream “yes” at the top of her lungs and assent, she sat mute, not quite believing Neal’s words.
“Kat?” he questioned.
“Yeah,” she answered.
“Will you?”
He really was asking her. “Yes!” she said. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Just think of it like a perpetual study date.”
“You’re on,” Kat answered with a grin moments before Neal pulled her lips down to meet his and sealed his proposal with a kiss.
About the Author
Mary commutes between her dream home near the Mark Twain national forest in Missouri, and her current residence in Iowa. She lives with a menagerie of animals including an opinionated horse and a cat who was a dog in past life. When not writing spicy tales of erotic romance, she enjoys writing science fiction and fantasy, spending time with her horse, and enjoying the outdoors. Lucky for her, her partner (hero) shares these same passions, and usually both of them can be found in their respective dens writing.
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