"You are my life now, Moira. I will die before I ever hurt you again, and I will love you unconditionally for the rest of my days."
I smile at him and nod my head. "I'll love you right back."
He gives me a stunning smile, and his eyes shimmer in the glow of the light as he lies back flat on the bed. "Excellent. Now... ride my cock, Moira. Liberate me again. Set me free from my old life, once and for all, and show me that you're really mine."
Placing my hands on his chest, I rise up, feeling his length slip along my passage until I can feel the swollen head almost break free, and then I push back down on him hard. Zach tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and groans.
"Yes," he whispers. "Liberate me."
I rise up and lower again, and when I'm sitting down on him hard and tight, I whisper back to him, "I'm not setting you free, baby. I'm bringing you home."
Epilogue
Zach
I walk down the corridor of Brandon Hall, nodding at some of the students I recognize from my classes. I'm two weeks away from finishing my freshman year at Northwestern University, and I find myself amazed at where the time has gone.
My life in Caraica seems so far away from me. I still miss it with a vengeance, and I worry constantly about them. But I also know that I am where I'm supposed to be. There is simply no choice in the matter. Moira is what's most important.
When I reach her door, I smile at the cheap, plastic plaque.
Dr. Moira Reed, Associate Professor
I'm so proud of my woman. So incredibly impressed and respectful of everything she has accomplished in life. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to declare anthropology as a minor to my business admin degree. It won't be needed for my future course in life because I'm dead set on getting into Kellogg's MBA program here at Northwestern. However, it gives me just one more thing I can bond with Moira over. And trust me... bonding with that woman gives me immense pleasure.
I knock lightly on her door and hear from within, "Come in."
Pushing the door open, I immediately see her sitting behind her desk. Her office is small and cramped, with research books and papers littered everywhere. Even both of her chairs are stacked with materials.
"Hey," she says in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
I step in and close the door behind me, surreptitiously turning the lock. She doesn't even notice the faint click, but I think it's masked from the sound of me dumping my pack onto the floor.
"Just thought I'd see if you were free for lunch. I have another two hours until my next class."
Standing up from her chair, she smiles at me and says, "Absolutely. I'm just grading some papers."
She steps into my arms and tilts her head up at me. Never wanting to miss an opportunity to have my mouth against hers, I give her a kiss, immediately deepening it as I pull her in tight to my body.
Moira gasps when she feels my erection swelling against her, pulling back with a laugh. "Get yourself under control, Zach. We're in an institution of higher learning."
I walk her backward until her legs hit the back of her desk and grind my shaft against her. Feels so fucking good.
"I need to fuck you right now," I breathe out over her mouth, and then I nip at her lip.
Moira moans in my arms and tries to push me away. "No. Not here in my office."
"Yes, here in your office," I tell her as my hands go down to start inching up her skirt. She doesn't wear stockings, for which I'm immensely grateful, because that will make this just a tad easier on me to get in and get the job done quickly.
My fingers have become so accustomed to finding her sweet spot that I swiftly find my way under her panties, and then I'm stroking her wet folds. "Fucking perfect," I moan with my lips near her ear.
"Zach... we can't do this. Someone might come," she pleads, but then I sink a finger into her and she says, "Oh, damn... that feels good. Don't stop."
"Wasn't going to stop," I tell her before biting her earlobe and then sucking on it to ease the sting. "Want me to fuck you, or eat you out, then you can suck my cock?"
"Oh, geez," she mutters. "But God, I love your filthy mouth."
My finger flutters over her clit, and I lean back to look down at her. "Which do you want?"
Chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes glazed with lust, she contemplates her choices. I shove a finger back inside, and she groans. "Come on, Moira... make a choice. I'm dying here."
Her lip pops free of her teeth, swollen and glistening wet. "Quick fuck. We don't have time for the other."
"Good answer," I tell her as I spin her around and push her down until her chest comes to rest on the pile of books and papers on her desk. Skimming my fingers up the backs of her thighs, I push her skirt up. She's wearing a pair of pale pink panties made of soft silk... one of my favorite pairs she owns.
I don't make a lot of money at my part-time job at Cannon's here in Evanston, but I do spend some each month on buying her a piece of lingerie. I love dressing her in it, and then peeling it off with my teeth.
Taking care not to rip or stretch the delicate material, because I bought it with my hard-earned money, I push the material to the side until her pussy is exposed to me.
So fucking beautiful and completely mine.
I drag a finger up through her flesh, catching her moisture on my finger and then sucking it off. She tastes like fucking Heaven.
"Mmmm," I growl low. "I'm rethinking this... I think I want to eat you out for lunch instead."
"No way," she says as she pushes her hips back against me. "You got me in the mood for a fucking, so give it to me."
I bring my hands down and squeeze her ass cheeks, before pulling them apart to look at her tight bud back there. I fucked that last night... with her riding me from the top. It was transcendental.
"Okay, baby," I tell her as I bring my hands to my shorts and release my cock. It's swollen hard as a rock and pre-cum seeps out of the slit in the head.
Stepping in close, I bring it to the honey-slick folds of her pussy and line up just right. With a distinct push of my hips forward, I sink in to her and Moira groans... really loudly.
"You're going to need to be quiet, baby," I tell her. "Or someone will hear."
Her head thrashes back and forth as I pump in and out of her a few times, having to practically bite my tongue to keep quiet myself.
On a particularly deep stroke, Moira cries out again, and my hand snakes around to cover her mouth. She bares her teeth and lightly bites at my palm, which causes me to smile and start to thrust into her harder.
I need to make this quick because she really would be in a world of trouble if someone caught us. Not that our relationship is a secret. The school is well aware of my situation and my relationship with Moira, and it's not forbidden. Modern times and all that. But she certainly can't be caught fucking around in her office. Society just isn't ready for that yet.
I pound her sweet flesh with my cock, racing faster and faster toward my climax. I don't want to leave her behind and while I can feel her breath quickening and her muscles clutching at me deep, I want to get her there first. I put my other hand between her legs and give her clit a swift pinch, knowing that the pleasure-pain will set her off.
Yeah... I know her body that fucking well.
Like a cannon, she explodes around me, and her cry vibrates against the palm of my hand. And, fuck yeah... coming now... fucking hard.
I slam in one more time, and then hold still so I can reap the pleasures of another fantastically amazing orgasm brought on by the sexiest, most beautiful, most loving woman in the world.
My Moira.
Moira's cheeks are still flushed red from our lovemaking not ten minutes ago, and she's so stunningly beautiful in this moment as we sit at an outdoor cafe and wait for our order, that I have the urge to wrap her in my arms and nuzzle up against her.
"Why do you have that goofy grin on your face?" she says as she takes a sip of her iced tea.
"Because I'm in love... with you," I say all sappy like.
"You're a dork," she says with a grin. "But I love you, too."
"So are Lisa, Adam, and the kids still coming next week?" I ask. They had planned to come out for a visit when the kids were out of school, but it had been tentative so far.
"Yes. She just emailed me today. They'll actually fly in on Sunday night."