“You haven’t.”
“My mistake.” He kissed my shoulder. “I love you.” He kissed my neck. “I love you.” He pulled down the neckline of my hospital gown and kissed my clavicle. “I love you.” He tugged on the string behind my neck and pulled the gown down even more. “I love you,” he said as he kissed me between my breasts.
It was exactly what I wanted. And more. The machine I was attached to that monitored my heart rate started beeping faster.
He laughed at the machine as he kissed the bruise on my stomach. “I love you.” He pushed the fabric to the side and kissed my hip bone. “I love you.”
A moan escaped from my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. My heart was racing and the beeping of the machine was a constant reminder. I could feel myself growing wet each time his lips touched my skin. I never wanted him to stop.
His breath lingered between my thighs. “I love you.” He put his lips around my clit and gently sucked.
I closed my eyes and lifted my hips to meet him. He pushed my hips back down, spread my thighs with his strong hands, and placed a slow stroke against my aching pussy.
The machine was beeping so loudly I thought it might break.
He made a slow, torturous circle with his tongue and looked up at me. His eyes were filled with want. “I love you. And I want to make love to you.”
I gulped. “Then do it.”
He sat up between my thighs and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I reached my hand that wasn’t attached to the IV out and unzipped his hoodie. His perfectly sculpted torso seemed to glisten in the dark room. He stared down at me as he pulled down his fly. He pushed his pants and boxers down his hips. His erection was already full. He slid the rest of my hospital gown to the side and looked down at my naked body. I loved his eyes on me.
He glanced over at the monitor. “Your heart is beating so fast.” He leaned down and kissed my left breast.
“Because you’re torturing me.”
“Am I?” he said as he took my nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and then bit it gently with his teeth.
I turned my head and moaned into the pillow. My breathing hitched when both his hands slid to my ass. He lifted my lower back and slowly entered me. I moaned into my pillow again. He leaned into me and lowered my back down onto the bed. He kept one hand on my ass and put his other on the pillow next to my face.
I turned to look at him, and as soon as I did, he placed a kiss against my lips. I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed the back of his neck. He squeezed my ass as he thrust himself deep inside of me. I moaned into his mouth. He bit my lip as he pulled back slightly.
“Are we going to break that thing?” he asked. The monitor was beeping relentlessly.
“I don’t care.” I grabbed a handful of his hair and brought his lips back down to mine. I wrapped my legs around him and let the sensation of him filling me take over. With each thrust of his hips I climbed higher and higher.
“I love you, Penny.”
“I love you, Professor Hunter,” I panted. I ran my hand down his chiseled abs and slipped it behind his hoodie. I ran my fingers down his muscular back and onto his ass. It tensed each time he thrust his length inside of me. I squeezed his tight ass and he moaned in response.
He moved his hand to my thigh. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I groaned as he began to move faster. He knew my body so well. He knew exactly how to make me unravel.
He leaned in and whispered, “Come for me, my love.” He tilted his hips down, making his erection hit me in just the right spot.
“Professor Hunter,” I moaned as my toes curled. I felt myself clench around him. He silenced me with a kiss. Only he could fill me with that complete feeling of warmth and bliss.
“Penny,” he groaned in my ear. He lightly bit my earlobe as he found his own release.
Sunday
Someone cleared their throat. My eyelids felt heavy. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my parents standing by the door.
Oh shit. Professor Hunter had his arm around me and his eyes were still closed. Shit! I elbowed him in the stomach.
“Penny,” he mumbled and kissed my shoulder.
I elbowed him again. I was relieved to see that my hospital gown was tied back in place. James must have done it after I had fallen asleep. “Mom, Dad, hi.”
“Huh?” Professor Hunter opened his eyes.
Oh my God. I had no idea what to do. I pushed Professor Hunter again so he’d get off the bed. “James,” I whispered and tilted my head toward my parents.
He slowly sat up. His hair was sticking up in that sexy way it always did after we slept together. Oh my God, he has sex hair. And my parents are standing there seeing him with sex hair. I ran my fingers through my hair just in case I looked anything like Professor Hunter.
Professor Hunter rubbed his eyes and looked over toward the door. “Oh.” He pretended to cough as he zipped up his pants. “Oh, umm…” he quickly climbed off the bed and laughed awkwardly.
Holy fuck. Did they hear him zippering his pants?
He looked down and zipped up his hoodie to hide his naked torso.
This isn’t happening.
“Wow, this is not how I expected to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.” He ran his hand through his hair and looked over to me. He looked so uncomfortable and nervous. Which made him look even younger. Thank God he looks so young.
“Mom, Dad, this is James.”
James walked over to my parents and held out his hand to my father. “I’ve heard so much about both of you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
My dad looked at me and then back at James. He seemed pissed. “That’s quite the shiner,” he said dryly and shook James’ hand.