hips a certain way. It limited his thrusting, but he knew she was doing it for her own pleasure and that pleased him. She slid her hands down to squeeze his ass and he let her control his hard, shallow thrusts.
“Yes,” he panted against the delicate shell of her ear. “Come, Kate. Come.”
She arched her back and cried out, his cock nearly slipping from her spasming cunt. His own orgasm hit him like a wave, dragging him under even before he could catch his breath. His heart jack-hammered in his chest, but he was beyond caring. All he knew was Kate’s arms and legs around him, her warm body sucking him in, squeezing and milking his cock.
Finally, his breathing returned to normal and even his heart slowed to a rate that seemed safe. Kate trembled beneath him and he thought she was crying. He rolled off her and propped himself on one elbow. She was laughing.
“That’s not exactly the response I was hoping for,” he said, though her laughter was contagious and he found himself grinning like an idiot. “Hardly a vote of confidence for my abilities.”
“I was just thinking, I’m glad your new heart is stronger than you led me to believe.”
“Me, too.”
They stared at each other, silence heavy as shadows took over the room. The rain had quieted, the sky growing dark as night came. Finally, she spoke.
“Thank you.”
He laid his fingers across her lips and she kissed them. Then he gently trailed his hand across her cheek and down her neck. He felt her tense, but he soothed her fevered skin with a gentle touch, over her collarbone and down to the scar on her chest. It was smooth and cool to his touch, cooler than the surrounding skin. Older than his scar and not as raw-looking, but still a scar.
He watched her face, saw the tears come and didn’t try to talk her out of them. He lay there, touching her ravaged skin and letting her cry.
She was right. They were both alive. That was all that mattered, really.
Perfect Timing
Kristina Wright
She should have called before she drove over to the university. Charlotte tapped her nails on the steering wheel as Henry’s phone rang. She hoped he wasn’t in a meeting. Or teaching a class. She had been so preoccupied with getting her weekly reports finished and getting out of the library that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind to make sure he was available.
Finally, after four rings, he answered.
“I’m in the faculty parking lot. Last row by the trees,” she said, by way of a greeting. “Can you meet me?”
He sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m in the middle of student advisement meetings.”
Neither his reluctance nor the overcast sky would deter her. “Can’t you take an early lunch break? Please?”
“You make it difficult for me to refuse,” he said, his voice low and intimate. She imagined him standing in his office, looking out of the window for her car. “It’s hard to think about you down there in the car wearing a dress –”
“Skirt.”
“Wearing a skirt, likely with no panties . . .”
“No panties,” she acknowledged.
He sighed again, the resigned sound of a man who knew a woman would not be put off. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Hurry. Otherwise, I might have to come up there and seduce you in your office.”
“Been there, done that, love,” he chuckled. “Probably not the best idea with students coming in and out today.”
“Well, then, you should get down here before I’m tempted. I have to get back to the library soon.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, obediently.
Charlotte grinned, triumphant. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You always do.”
Charlotte closed her phone and rested her head on the seat. Rain threatened at any moment and the wind whipped the blossoms from the trees and shrubs that ringed the campus, scattering them on the wind like spring snowflakes. Birds chased each other from tree to tree, mating season in full swing despite the
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