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I was going to have a great night. I suddenly remembered that Ellie would be waiting for me. I pulled out my phone to text her that I would be a few minutes late.
At 3:07, I pulled up at the corner of Hawthorn and Rosewood. I didn’t see Ellie anywhere. Feeling a surge of nervousness, my eyes scanned the trees surrounding the road. Had something happened? Had Professor Spaulding emailed her or gone to talk with her in person?
But then I saw her red coat appear from behind a cluster of pine trees. She waved a white mitten at me and began to hurry out of the trees, through the snow, and down to my car. She pulled open the passenger door and climbed inside, breathless.
“Hi,” she said, kissing my cheek. Her lips were warm, but her cheek was cold as it brushed against mine. She was grinning from ear to ear.
“I’m sorry you had to wait in the cold,” I said. “I got delayed.”
“It was my idea,” she said cheerfully. She didn’t seem to mind at all. She didn’t ask what had delayed me.
Should I tell her? No, this was my problem to deal with. If I got fired, so be it. I didn’t want to dampen her happiness. I put my foot on the gas pedal and began to drive down the road. I felt furtive, glancing around frequently in case anyone saw us. I took back roads until we reached the freeway.
Ellie sat next to me, not speaking, looking out the window with a sweet smile on her face. Whenever I didn’t need both hands for driving, I would reach my hand over to her. She stroked it with her thumbs. Her hands felt soft and smooth.
At last, we were out in the open countryside, and I let go of my last misgivings. I drove the car as fast as it was legal, taking us swiftly up and down the rolling hills. My blood was racing. She was coming home with me. She was coming home to me. After so many weeks of aching for her, she would be in my home and in my arms.
We reached my mansion. I pulled my car into the garage. I turned off the ignition and was just about to ask Ellie what she would like me to make for dinner, when I felt her hand on my thigh.
I turned my head towards her, and suddenly her lips were on my lips. Heat radiated from her body into mine. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her, pressing her body against my chest. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth as she continued to passionately French-kiss me. Then she climbed off her seat and onto my lap, straddling me.
I was erect within seconds, my member pressing against my jeans. Ellie could feel it, and began to grind against me, breathing heavily as she continued to kiss me.
Oh, my God. We had to get out of this car so we could do this uninhibited by an enclosed space. But, I also couldn’t bring myself to pause our movements, even for a few seconds. It was like a whirlwind of passion I couldn’t get out of.
I felt her fingers probing around at the clasp of my jeans. My heart started to pound. She had one hand on the head of the seat behind me to brace herself while her other hand was struggling to unhook my belt. I took my hands off her back and butt and helped her. She slid her fingers underneath my boxers and pulled my cock out.
She wrapped her fingers gently around my erection and then began to slide her hand up and down, fluctuating the tightness of her grip from loose to firm. We were both breathing heavily; I could feel her warm breath against my ear. I groaned. I was underwater in a sea of happiness and pleasure, but I didn’t want to orgasm too soon.
“We have to get in the house,” I panted.
Ellie giggled. She kissed my lips and opened the door of my car. She climbed off my lap and got out. I struggled to tuck my cock back inside my pants, and then followed her. I was red-hot with desire. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the house, her fingers warm and gripping me tightly. She was here. She was really here. I felt like I might be dreaming.
Our hands were all over each other before we’d even closed the door. I kicked it shut with my foot, keeping my hands on her as we continued to kiss. We stumbled into the kitchen, and I backed her up against the wall.
I pulled off her sweater, and she unbuttoned my shirt. We moved quickly, in a frenzy of arousal. In what felt like only a few seconds, we were naked, kissing in the middle of the kitchen with our arms wrapped tightly around each other. I didn’t want to have to wait to get all the way upstairs. My body was on fire with desire for her; I was burning. I backed her against the kitchen counter, my skin pressed firmly against hers.
She was panting heavily, breathing in short, quick gasps. Apparently, she didn’t want to wait to get all the way upstairs either because she took her arms away from around my shoulders and hopped up onto the counter.
I inhaled, anticipating the feeling of her and spread her legs apart. I knelt down and keeping my hands on her thighs, began to probe my tongue inside of her opening. I flicked and pressed and licked skillfully. Ellie was shuddering and moaning, arching herself backward, her hands pressed against the counter.
She screamed and shook with an orgasm. I smiled and wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand. I stood up, stroking her thighs as she experienced the pleasure I’d given her.
We began to kiss again. I pressed my hands against her breasts, stroking and pinching her nipples. My cock was pulsing with desire; I was almost bursting with longing for her.
“Now, Jackson,” Ellie panted. “I want you.”
She moved herself closer to me, spreading her thighs wider apart. I pressed the tip of my erection against her opening and pushed myself inside of her. I heard her inhale sharply and then exhale in pleasure.
She held onto my shoulders and perched on the edge of the counter as I began to pound her. We were both gasping and groaning. I was electrified with ripples of bliss. Heat was cascading through me, a firework display of warmth and ecstasy. Ellie cried out and shuddered with an orgasm again. Her body writhed in pleasure against mine.
And then the fireworks reached a crescendo and I came.
I lay panting on the counter, staring up at Jackson’s ceiling. The coolness of the marble countertop pressed against my skin, making a pleasant contrast to the heat radiating out of me.
Jackson had laid his head down on my breasts after orgasming. He was still inside of me, and I could feel him pulsing with warmth. I closed my eyes, drinking in this feeling. I felt as though we’d made it to a safe house a sanctuary. Reality couldn’t find us here. Here we could be what we wanted to be and love each other like we wanted to. No one could see us. No one would find us. We were free.
After a while, our breathing slowed. Jackson lifted himself off me and kissed my lips gently. He pulled himself out of me while stroking the side of my arm.
I sat up slowly, feeling lightheaded.
“It’s only four p.m.,” I laughed, glancing at the clock.
“We have a wealth of time ahead of us,” Jackson said, smiling and pulling my chest close to his.
I kissed him.
“I’d like to take a shower,” I said.
“I’ll make dinner,” he said.
I smiled. It felt so comfortable, like I lived here. Like I’d lived here for a while.
He helped me down off the counter, and I started to gather up my clothes. My phone had been in the pocket of my jeans, and it had fallen onto the tile floor. I picked it up.
An email notification from Professor Spaulding.
My heart started to hammer.
“It’s about the history department,” I told myself. “It’s just about classes or something.”
It wasn’t.
Hi Ellie,
I’d like to talk to you in my office, please. As soon as you can. I’ll be here until late tonight, working. Come by any time before midnight.
Professor Spaulding
“What is it?” Jackson asked.