Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
The pleasure of him inside of me is almost too strong for me to take right away again. I sit there for a moment, every centimeter of his cock filling me before I slowly start moving. Gabriel’s hands reach for my breasts, and he squeezes them while I buck my hips. I lean back as I get in sync with the rhythm and close my eyes while I lose control over myself and rock faster.
Gabriel sits up, placing his hands on my back to hold me while I keep riding his cock. His mouth finds my breasts, and he sucks my nipples, swirling his tongue on them and nibbling the pink nubs. He rocks with me, increasing the force of each movement.
“Dr. Griffin,” I moan as my body trembles in his arms, and my movements become rigid. He holds me steady and pumps his cock firmly, throbbing and pulsating as his come shoots deep inside of me.
When I finally still, we sit there for a moment, soaking in ecstasy after we finish. Gabriel finally lifts me off him and gently puts me on the bed.
“Get some rest,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck gently. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
5
GABRIEL
Two Weeks Later
It's a wonder I'm even able to get out of bed in the mornings with Grace right next to me. Ever since the first night together, she's been coming over to my house every night. I wouldn't want it any other way, either. There's nothing like seeing her sit around in nothing but one of my t-shirts, curling up with one of my books. It's something I know I want for the rest of my life.
I stand at the end of the bed, watching her breathe softly while I sip on my coffee, thinking about how lucky I am to call her mine.
“Do you always watch me sleeping like this?” Grace asks, groggily sitting up with the sheets wrapped around her naked body.
“How am I supposed to look away?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her now that she’s awake. “I have an early lecture that I can’t miss. Make yourself at home while I’m gone.”
Grace nods and stretches out on the bed. She yawns before rolling back over and snuggling into the pillow. It's been difficult focusing on work every day, knowing that Grace would be back home waiting for me. She and I had only been in our secret relationship for a couple of weeks, and I felt like she was practically living with me. I love every moment of it, always knowing where I can find her, that she and I can be together whenever we want without consequence here.
Even though we have my house, there have been several instances on campus where things have gotten pretty hot between us. She visits me during my office hours, teasing me while I'm at work to only make the tension between us stronger before I get home. There have been a couple of close calls, too. But sometimes, after seeing her in class, I simply can't hold myself back. Grace almost always stays late so I can fuck her on the desk when everyone else leaves.
No woman has ever captured my attention the way Grace has. I tried dating in the past, and it was something I thought felt like a chore. I only really did it because I felt like I had to. I never felt a connection with any of the other women I dated. With Grace, I can't stop thinking about her. Every moment of the day, even when I'm focusing on something important, she's in the back of my mind.
I get to campus and make my way to the classroom where my lecture is scheduled to be in. I'm a few minutes late, and the class is buzzing as I walk through, disappointed that I actually showed up, so they couldn't leave. I do my job, teaching them everything I planned from the syllabus, then give them the rest of class time to get into groups and critique each other's stories.
Over the past few years, I have been dealing with writer's block. I’ve written two novels and several short stories that garnered me a lot of attention, but I've been under a lot of pressure to write something else that could live up to the name I've made. I started teaching because I couldn't think of anything else to write. Ever since meeting Grace, I've noticed that I’m becoming more inspired.
As the students discuss their projects and their chosen groups, I sit at my desk and pull out my laptop, typing away at ideas I have. They flow easily, and I can feel the excitement and passion that I once had for writing blossoming once again.
Students get up and pack their bags, seeing that class time is now over, and I wait for them to leave the room before doing the same. A few students linger behind, chatting with one another and asking me about different books on the reading list. When they're all gone, I grab my bag and make my way out of the room.