“You’re so big,” I exclaim, a little alarmed by his size.
“Don’t worry Clarissa, I will be gentle…this time,” he promises soothingly. He mounts me and guides his shaft into me. I let out a long, slow sigh as he eases in. I’ve never been so stretched or filled to the brim.
“Let me get used to you,” I murmur, as I grip his shoulders. He kisses and gently sucks on my neck, then starts to slide in and out with slow shallow strokes.
“Please don’t give me a hickey,” I beg.
“I want to mark you,” he growls.
“No don’t!” I say, but I suppose that would be another souvenir…He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at me as I meet him thrust for thrust.
“You feel so good, nice and tight,” he says huskily. I reach my hands around and grab his delectable buns.
“I love your buns,” I breathe out.
“I love your tits,” he says as he watches them jiggle with each thrust into me.
“Come on Professor, can’t you find a more eloquent word than tits?” I scold breathlessly.
“How about bodacious breasts?” he asks.
“Much better.” I can barely get out the words as I get lost in the bliss of him inside me, stroking me closer to the edge. He continues to pound into me faster and his breathing becomes ragged and labored. We’re both about to let the ecstasy wash over us.
“I’m about to go over the edge with you,” he cries out, as he slaps into me and I spasm around him.
“Oh my God….” he grunts out loudly as we both get lost in this most delicious sensation. He collapses on me and our heartbeats race together as we try and catch our breath.
“That was earth shattering,” he whispers into my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Oh my God, yes,” I nod in agreement. He slowly rolls off me and I slide out of bed to go and find my way to the bathroom attached to his master bedroom. I walk into an enormous and immaculate marble bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and think, what have I done? Now I will have to see him in class every day. I’m kicking myself for not using better judgement at who I chose for these Close Encounters. The question is, will I be able to stop at just once with Grant? I finish using the bathroom and need to go find my dress and that discarded foil wrapper.
“What are you looking for? Come back to bed,” Grant calls out to me as I stumble around his dark bedroom.
“I need to get going,” I say, the clock on the nightstand glowing 12 midnight.
“You are NOT driving back to that USC neighborhood at this hour. You’re sleeping here tonight,” he commands a little heatedly, and I know there will be no argument. I crawl under the covers and he wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.
“You smell so sweet,” he says softly.
“Thank you.” It feels good lying in his arms, but I remind myself not to get too comfortable. This may be the only time I’m in his bed. No, I take that back, this WILL be the only time I’m in this bed, be realistic Clarissa.
“And you taste even better,” he taunts.
“Stop it, you embarrass me,” I scold.
“I told you, you’ll have to get used to it. I say it like it is, I don’t mince words,” he replies matter of factly. I don’t understand why he keeps saying get used to it. Who is he fooling? When I walk out that door tomorrow morning, we will most likely go back to being Professor Montgomery and Miss Clarkson, as if this night never happened. No more words are said as we both drift off to sleep.
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Sunlight fills my eyes in the morning and I breathe in the aroma of coffee. I startle awake not remembering where I am. Once I do remember my palms go to cover my eyes from the harsh sunlight and the harsh reality of what I did last night. Sleeping over was a bad, bad idea.
“Good morning,” I hear a very male voice say. Looking towards the doorway of Grant’s bedroom, there he appears looking sexy as all get out in just boxers. Will we be going for round two? Uh oh, where is that wrapper? I panic as my eyes scan the bedroom floor along the side of the bed.
“Good morning,” I say back as he sits on the bed next to me. I sit up, holding the sheets up to cover my chest. He tugs the sheet out of my hands and it drops down exposing my breasts. “Why are you so shy about those bodacious breasts of yours? They are magnificent perfection.”
“Stop it, please,” I blush, “I don’t like all of the attention they bring me.”
“Yes, I’m sure they do. Girls pay thousands of dollars to have breasts as beautiful as yours,” he compliments, staring at them.
“Enough already, let’s change the subject and quit staring at them! I’m hungry,” I say. He stands up and goes over to his large dresser on the other side of the room.
“Here, put this on and come on out to the kitchen and I will make you breakfast. Do you want pancakes or bacon and eggs?” he asks. I could really get used to all of this pampering…