A Wish Come True

The meeting started just any other. He made coffee as she spread her books out across the table. They sat together, her at the head of the table, he on one side, close enough that elbows and knees bumped and her hands accidentally-on-purpose brushed his.

She never once imagined he felt for her as she felt for him.

She went over her understanding of the text, he explained his.

Together they built a thesis, piece by painstaking piece, her assumptions challenged by his greater knowledge, his ideas challenged by her fresh perspective.

She didn’t know what made her lean in close for a kiss, laughter over a shared interpretation, perhaps. Not until his lips brushed hers did she realise what she had done, and by then he was kissing her back, his fingers brushing her cheek, her jaw, her neck as his lips parted and his tongue found hers.

She’d wanted this for so long, she couldn’t pull away.

Her hands lingered on his neck as his dropped to her waist. They sat there, unmoving, though when she broke from the kiss she saw his cock straining in his pants.

“Do you want to take this further?” she asked, breathless.

He held her gaze, and swallowed. “Do you?”

She nodded, stealing herself for the possible rejection.

He kissed her again, then stood, leading the way to his bedroom.

It was sparse, tidy.

He reached behind her to release her messy bun, letting her hair fall around her shoulders.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky.

A shiver travelled her spine, and she began to unbutton her blouse, the heat in his gaze making her nipples peak and her cleft wet.

He held back, drinking in the sight of her, his gaze appreciative even over her saggy breasts and the rolls in her belly, not caring, apparently, that she hadn’t shaved her legs in weeks.

If she’d suspected this was a possibility, she would’ve shaved her legs before every meeting.

He brushed her hair from her face, and held her gaze as he undressed, slowly, methodically. He licked his lips, and she sensed a nervousness about him. She’d never seen him nervous before.

His body held no surprises, just a deliciously long cock, already standing to attention. She took it in her hand, a warmth spreading through her chest when it twitched under her touch.

He closed his eyes. “That feels so nice.” The words were barely breathed, but they spurred her on to stroke him, sliding her hand over his entire length, and below, to cup his balls.

He reached out to kiss her again, pulling her close so her breasts pressed against his chest, her pussy against his thigh. He cupped her buttocks, then a hand moved to brush his fingers through her pubic hair, one finger pressing between her folds to slid inside.

His touch was electric. She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations travelling her body as he added another finger to press inside her, his thumb brushing her clit with just enough pressure that in moments she was jelly in his arms, clinging to his shoulders as her knees gave way.

He lay her on her side on the bed, then lay down next to her, sliding one arm beneath her neck, and pressing his knee between her thighs. She wrapped her top leg over his hips, tilting her hips so her cleft brushed his cock, gasping when he held her hip with his spare hand and pressed his length inside her.

He kissed her again, then shifted slightly so he could suck on a nipple. She let her head fall onto the pillow, her eyes closed as his cock pumped in and out of her, deeper and harder and faster as an orgasm tore through her body and left her panting.

“Keep going,” she whispered, and he did, pushing her onto her back so he could ride her, and she met his thrusts with her own, clinging to him as she came again, kissing him as he climaxed, too.

Afterwards she felt shy, and embarrassed, and he seemed the same way.

He kissed the end of her nose.

“I’m glad we did that,” he said. He caught her gaze. “Are you?”

“Very.” She nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face at the relief evident in his.

“Perhaps we can do it again sometime?” His tone was hopeful, and now her smile turned into a grin.

“I’d love that.”

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