Will’s hand slid down my back, rested just above my ass, the need inside me growing and strengthening into an overwhelming ache.
“Please,” I said against his mouth.
“Please what?”
“I need you…wanna feel you…can you, um…” I looked down at him and saw so much compassion reflected back in his gaze, it took away any of my nerves. “I want you to fuck me.”
Will gasped.
“Is that okay right now?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, making my whole body stiffen. “Not because I don’t want you. God, I’m dying to be inside you, but I only want to do it when you’re ready. You don’t owe me anything, Professor. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it because of Jonathan or to make sure I know you love me. I know.”
God, he was the absolute best. “That’s not why I want it. Even if I questioned it before, which I didn’t, your reply tells me everything I need to know. I want you because you’re you and I want to share this with you. I want to be a part of you this way. It has nothing to do with anything else.”
Will nodded. Pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Lie on your stomach.”
I did, and he grabbed the lube and a condom and set them on the bed beside us. Will lay over me, pushing up on his arms as he kissed the back of my neck, the top of my spine, and then continued the trail, peppering kisses down to the small of my back.
I trembled at the gentleness of the way he touched me, savored me.
He rested between my legs, spread my cheeks with his hands. I buried my face in the pillow because it wasn’t every day someone looked at your asshole.
“Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me, Professor. Every part of you deserves to be cherished.”
He leaned in, his tongue taking a swipe at my rim, and oooh, that was…different. He did it again and again, sensation shooting through me, making my limbs tingle. I twitched, writhed against the bed, because damn, that was good. “More,” I begged.
Will gave it to me. He licked me and fingered me before pushing his tongue inside. Holy fuck, having your ass eaten was the best thing ever.
He nibbled at my cheek, and it made me chuckle.
“Is something funny? Here I am, trying to rock your world, and you’re laughing.”
“At how stupid I was not to ask you to do this from the start.”
“Now I might never stop,” Will replied before he went down on me again, licking and fucking, with his fingers and tongue.
My whole body felt like it was nothing but a beacon for pleasure, before he squirted lube onto his hand and pushed what felt like two digits inside me.
“Oh God, yes,” I said, and he pushed them deeper, rubbed my prostate as I writhed and cried out for more. Later maybe I’d be embarrassed, but right then, I couldn’t feel anything but pleasure.
When he pulled his fingers out, I nearly cursed at him to fill me again, but then Will was opening the condom and rolling it down his erection. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he lubed his cock. “Roll over. I want to see you,” he said, just before I did so.
“Christ, I can’t believe I get to be the first person inside you.”
“The only one.”
“I like that.”
In our own way, this was us, staking our claim on each other, showing our feelings for each other in the physical sense.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“No, not with you.”
Will grinned, leaned forward, and kissed me. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ve seen lots of porn.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope. Not even when we’re eighty.”
I liked the thought of being with him that long.
“Can you hold your legs back a little more for me?” Will asked, and I did. He lubed me up more, then held his cock against my rim, rubbing it back and forth. “You sure?”
“Always.”
“Tell me if I need to stop or slow down.”
But like everything Will did, it was perfect. He took his time with me, pushing in slowly, working me into it. The stretch and burn were unfamiliar to me, but not unwelcome. This was Will, and he was inside me. When his groin pressed against my ass, we looked at each other and breathed.
“Fuck, never gonna get enough of this,” Will said.
“You better not.”
“Look at you, getting all bossy.”
“Fuck me, Will.” Again, no embarrassment. This was us, and I had nothing to feel self-conscious about when I was with him.
He pulled out some before thrusting in again. He worked me up, and it didn’t take me long to get used to it. He leaned down and kissed me, slamming into me over and over in a way that made my eyes roll back and my toes curl.