Chapter 22 Limitless
Will’s P.O.V.
Fuck… I’ve never seen anything like this.
I thought tonight would be the night Iva would finally use the safe word. I’d pushed her, teased her, pleasured her to the edge over and over. The electric dildo had her screaming my name and shaking with back-to-back orgasms. And still… she didn’t stop me.
Not once.
She welcomed everything.
In fact, she wanted more.
God. This woman is limitless.
After her fifth, or maybe sixth, orgasm, I finally pull the toy out, coated with her cum, and admire how her body twitches as it comes out of her. Her walls are still pulsing, dripping with the aftermath of what I’ve given her. It’s making me hard for her. I want to fuck her so badly.
I kiss her thighs slowly, taking my time to taste the warmth of her skin before reaching for the ropes. One by one, I untie the knots, watching the faint red marks and gently massaging her wrists and ankles.
My fingers move in slow, soothing circles, easing the tension from where the binds had held her tight. I whisper soft praises against her skin, telling her how incredible she was, how perfectly she took everything I gave her.
She just lies limp, eyes half-open, so damn wrecked and still glowing with satisfaction.
But I’m not done yet.
I smirk. “You think I’m done?”
Her gaze flickers to mine, shock and desire swirling in those tired eyes. I lean closer and whisper against her ear. “I’m just getting started.”
Grabbing her arm, I lift her from the sofa and bend her over the coffee table, her ass raised beautifully for me. She moans, weakly, but doesn’t stop me. I grip her hips and thrust inside, burying myself deep in her soaked heat.
“Fuck…” I hiss as her body clenches around me like it still hasn’t come down from the high. I slam into her again and again, spanking her ass till it turns red, rubbing her overstimulated clit as I fuck her like a crazy man.
Still, she doesn’t stop me.
This woman.
This incredible, maddening, limitless woman.
Even after being so tired and ruined by me, she’s still taking more. She doesn’t stop. It means… she can take how much I give her. She’s fucking limitless when it comes to pleasure, and when it’s me giving it.
The sight fills me with a deep, possessive satisfaction, knowing she trusts me enough to let go completely, to surrender every part of herself without hesitation.
Now she’s lying flat on the table, her back against the surface, her legs dangling over the edge, thighs spread wide open. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. She screams again as my tongue flicks over her soaked, swollen clit. Her hips jerk uncontrollably, her entire body quivering.
She tastes so damn good.
My fingers pinch and roll her nipples. She is so fucking sensitive that she’s squirting from just the slightest touch, over and over again. It shocks me.
My mouth is drenched. Her sweet juice has coated my chin and my tongue… and still, she doesn’t beg me to stop. She trembles, cries out, digs her nails into the wood beneath her, but not a single word of protest. Just more.
More moaning. More shaking. More of her surrendering herself to me.
I pull back slightly, breathless, mesmerised by the way her pussy clenches with every pulse, dripping, still trembling.
“Professor…” I brush my lips against her soaked, swollen folds. “You’ve amazed me tonight. I didn’t think you had this much in you. I thought you’d stop me… but you didn’t.”
Her eyelids open slowly, dazed and glossy, her lips parted with exhaustion, but when I say it, “You’re incredible,” even in her exhausted state, a small, satisfied smile curves her lips.
I run my fingers down her stomach, trailing over the mess I’ve made. “Can you give me more?” I smirk at her.
Her eyes widen in shock. She thought I was done. But now I’ve gone crazy, seeing her surrender. I’m enjoying this session more than I ever thought I could. Every sound, every shiver, every bit of control I have over her is driving me deeper into obsession.
“I know you can.” Then I rub her clit again, too fast, too rough, and she squirts again right on my face with a high-pitched cry and her entire body convulses.
I just can’t take my eyes off her. This woman is driving me crazy. I can’t get enough of her. God! I’m… I don’t know. I’m out of words.
“Holy shit, Iva……” I watch, stunned. “You’re so perfect. And you look so fucking beautiful after being destroyed by your student.”
I lean over her and kiss her lips gently now. She’s trembling, breathless, but she kisses me back like she still wants more. Like she’ll always want more.
God, I’m obsessed with this woman.
Carefully, I scoop her into my arms. She clings to me weakly as I carry her to the bed. I lie down with her before pulling the blanket over us and wrapping her close to me.
“Now sleep.” I kiss her forehead tenderly.
“I have to go,” she whispers, eyes barely open. “I have college tomorrow.”
“You really think I’m going to let you leave after I’ve worn you out this much?” I tighten my arms around her and state in a stern tone, “Tonight, you’re going to sleep in my arms like a good girl.”
A sleepy giggle escapes her lips. “I would love to sleep in your arms. I’m sure tonight… I’m going to get the best sleep of my life, Wi…”
She doesn’t finish. And just like that, she dozes off mid-sentence, her breathing deep and slow.
I hold her closer, my heart full in a way I can’t explain. I kiss her hair and whisper the words I’m still too scared to say when she’s awake. “I love you, Professor.”
I wish I could tell you just how much I love you.
I wish I could keep you forever like this.
In my arms.
Safe.
Mine.