Chapter Nine

Jude

My stomach clenched so hard when I saw Veronica standing in front of me wearing the schoolgirl costume that I nearly grunted in response. I knew that she had meant the costume to be silly, but there was nothing funny about her luscious little body in the short plaid skirt, tight buttoned-up white shirt, and stockings that just grazed her thighs. Her eyes widened slightly when I stood from my chair and came around the desk toward her. Nothing was going to stop me. I couldn't control my need for her anymore.

I crossed the office in two long strides. In one movement I flattened my hand on the door over her shoulder to close it, and pressed the other hand to the front of her hips, pushing her back against the closed door. She gasped slightly but didn't make any move to pull away from me. I leaned forward and let out a low growl when my body pressed against hers. Veronica drew in a breath and I covered the sound with my mouth, crushing a kiss against her soft, full lips. I felt her melt beneath my touch and her back arch to press her body against mine. I coaxed her lips apart with the tip of my tongue and plunged it into her mouth to explore as much of her sweetness as I could. My desire surged within me and I kissed her hungrily, digging one hand into her hair to hold her head steady.

After several seconds I took my hand out of her hair and away from her hips, drawing them up along her waist until I found the sides of her breasts. They strained against the tight fabric of her shirt and I brushed my palms across them to find the buttons that ran from the soft dip at the base of her throat down her chest and into the waistband of her skirt. My fingers released them quickly and I dropped my mouth to kiss the warm skin that was revealed with each open button. When my mouth reached the swells of her breasts, I paused, letting my tongue slip out to glide between them. Veronica gasped and I felt her hands clamp down on my shoulders.

My fingers gathered the sides of her shirt at her waist and pulled it out of her skirt so that I could open it the rest of the way. When the fabric opened I saw she wore a lacy white bra, the cups barely concealing her taut nipples. I continued my trail of kisses down the center of her belly, dipping the tip of my tongue into her navel. The muscles of her lower belly trembled and I nipped at them with my teeth. Lowering to my knees, I ran my hands down the sides of her body and then onto her thighs, sweeping them under her skirt. I felt Veronica pull her hips back slightly as if nervous about my touch. It seemed like a hint toward something I had suspected but had never asked.

I continued, touching her only with the tips of my fingers as I ran them up the outsides of her thighs and onto the sides of her panties. I gripped them and started to guide them off. When they slipped into view I saw that they were the same shimmering white lace as her bra and I felt my cock spring even stronger to life. Though I could feel her body shaking slightly, Veronica complied with the guidance of my hands, lifting her feet to let me ease the panties the rest of the way off her. I stood and took her shirt the rest of the way off before releasing the hook on the back of her bra so that the fabric fell away from her breasts. The teardrop-shaped swells were flushed and heavy with arousal and I closed my mouth over one to swirl my tongue around the nipple. I cupped my hand beneath it, lifting it slightly and sucked her nipple into my mouth before lightly scraping my teeth along it.

I brought my mouth back up to hers and kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Slipping my hands beneath her skirt, I filled my hands with her tight, round ass and pulled her up against me. I knew that she could feel the hardness of my erection in her belly and I tucked my hips closer. I wanted her to know exactly what was on my mind. Looking into her eyes, I saw curiosity and nervousness gazing back at me.

"I've never…" she started, and then hesitated.

"Tell me," I whispered back.

"I've never done this before."

I felt a tingle stretch across my shoulders and down my spine and a smile came to my lips. I took my hands from under her skirt and brought them up to her hands where they were still positioned on my shoulders.

"I thought that might be the case," I said.

"Does it bother you?" she whispered.

I shook my head.

"No," I said. "Do you want me?"

Veronica nodded.

"Yes."

I lifted her hands and brought them up around my neck, sliding my palms back down her arms and down her body to her waist.

"Well, I am your professor. Let me teach you."

I pulled her toward me for another kiss and felt her relax against me, her arms wrapping further around my neck as if to hold herself steady against me. Our mouths played across each other eagerly as I walked backwards across the office, guiding her with me until we reached my desk. I turned her and lifted her up so that she sat on the edge of the desk, then pressed my hand to the center of her chest to lay her back across it. She looked up at me without hesitation or fear as I unhooked my belt and released the button on my pants. I eased my zipper down and withdrew my cock, stroking my palm along it until it stood thick and long from my body. Veronica's eyes locked on it and I saw her tongue slick across her bottom lip. I smiled.

I reached around to the front of the desk and opened the top drawer. Reaching beneath the stack of folders I withdrew one of the condoms that I had tucked there.

"I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you," I said, my voice low and growling in my throat. "You are the perfect treat for me tonight."

I tore open the wrapper and pulled out the condom. Veronica watched as I settled it on the top of my erection and rolled it down to settle securely at the base. I released the buttons on the side of her skirt and moved the fabric, opening it to reveal her body. She wore nothing but the stockings and high heels and the vision of her stretched across the desk that way was enough to push me to the very edge of my control. I felt like I would explode if she touched me and I knew that I needed to take a moment to let myself calm down. I pressed Veronica's knees apart, lifting her legs so that they rested on the desk on either side of her. The position opened her to me, allowing me to see every delicate fold and petal of her untouched body, each glimmering with silky fluids that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I concentrated on her, running one fingertip along her pelvic bone and down over the tight pearl of her clit. Her body bucked at the sensation of that one simple touch and I paused, swirling the pad of my finger into the hypersensitive tissue. After a moment I traced my finger down along the side of first one fold and then the other, outlining her core and gradually introducing her to the pleasure her body was capable of receiving. The feathery touch soon encouraged her to let her thighs open even further and I watched her entrance open, inviting more of my attention.

Taking the invitation, I dipped my head down and drew my tongue up through her center, gathering the taste of her. Veronica cried out and I placed one hand on her belly to hold her in place on the desk. One more long lick was enough to make her visibly tremble and for her hands to clutch the sides of the desk and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I gripped my shaft and used the engorged head to stroke her clit a few times, then settled it at her opening. I pressed forward slightly, just entering her, and Veronica drew in a sharp breath. I looked into her face and saw her eyes close as she seemed to concentrate on the feeling of my body beginning to enter hers.

Her hips had tightened with that first moment that I slipped past her barrier and I waited until I felt her muscles relax to tuck my hips forward and sink the rest of the way inside her. Tight, hot walls surrounded me, embracing me, and I groaned. I leaned down and kissed her.

"Open your eyes," I said. "I want to look at you."

She complied and I saw the vibrant blue of her eyes had become deeper, her long lashes slumbering slightly. I met her gaze and pushed slightly further, filling her until it seemed I could go no further. She gasped, her lips parting. I knew that the sensation was intense, the newness of her walls stretching to accommodate me taking over her mind as well as her body. I gave her a few seconds for the intensity to lessen, then began to rock my hips. Each thrust let me glide within her, my body feeling the squeeze and unique dips and curves of hers.

Veronica's hands wrapped around me to press into my back and I lifted my hands to unbutton my shirt, tossing it aside so that I could feel her touch on my skin. I leaned over her, supporting myself on my hands on either side of her head so I could lower my mouth to hers and kiss her as I increased my pace. The sensation of each stroke flowed through me and I could already feel myself rushing toward climax. I wanted her there with me. I wanted her to experience that delicious, all-encompassing high.

I reached down between us and pressed the pad of my thumb to her sensitive pearl, creating tight circles as I continued to thrust into her. Veronica's head fell back, her eyes closing and her mouth opening, but no sound came out. Her chest started to rise and fall frantically and her fingertips dug into the muscles of my back. Suddenly a strangled cry spilled from her lips and her back arched as I felt her body clench down around me. At the same moment, a wall of powerful pleasure washed over me and I felt my cock throb as I poured into her. Veronica lifted up and caught my mouth, kissing me hungrily as her body continued to shudder and pulse. I scooped her up off the desk and turned around so I sat on the edge, settling her into my lap and wrapping her legs around me.

I used my hands on the back of her hips to rock her against me so that we could both continue to ride the last waves of pleasure of our climaxes. We kissed languidly, our tongues massaging over each other. Her breasts rose and fell against my chest and her hands ran along my back. She sat back and looked at me, her fingertips coming over my shoulder to trace the tattoo that covered from one shoulder blade over the muscle and along my chest. Her touch explored it, following the curves and details of the ink embedded in my skin.

"I wasn't expecting this," she breathed.

"The tattoo?" I asked.

She laughed softly.

"Any of it."

I kissed her again, bringing her close. I wanted more of her taste, more of the feeling of her that I had been thinking about for so long. As I ran my hands along her body I felt the raised area of her skin that I knew was the scar I had seen on the first day of her attending my class. It was a subtle change in the smooth, silky texture of her skin and my curiosity grew in my mind again. But I didn't ask about it. Now wasn't the time.

My body was still humming when I arrived back at my house an hour later. Veronica had left my office to meet Javi at the party where she had left him and I knew that there was no point in me trying to continue to work. Nothing was going to keep my mind on the tedium of planning assignments and outlining further research when all I wanted to think about was how it felt to be buried deep inside Veronica.

Be my little baby.

The lights were glowing around my house, diminishing the effect of the motion detector spotlight bursting on when I drove up into the driveway. In that moment, though, I felt like even if they weren't on, I wouldn't have reacted to the light. I was feeling too relaxed, too satisfied. As I walked into the house, a new feeling settled over me. For so long I had pushed against the sense that my wife wouldn't want me to be lonely. The thought of even looking at a woman had made me feel guilty, but now I was filled with the awareness that she wouldn't want me to feel that way. That wasn't what she had intended.

I could still see the words on the paper, the cream-colored letterhead that had once been used for thank you notes and invitations now held the collection of her final thoughts. Those words were what I had left of her. They were my glimpse into the last moments that she belonged to this earth. The smooth, seamless handwriting was a testament to the calm that had taken over her in those moments, the clarity of the thoughts that she was recording. Something that had stood out to me from those pages, the sentiment that had stayed with me like a thorn lodged within me, was that she didn't want me to be alone. She wanted me to live on, to find someone to take care of me. To find someone to love.

I couldn't give her that.

Anything else. I would have done anything else for her, given her anything else, but that was something that I hadn't been able to do. I couldn't give her that. I could find solace and enjoyment in Veronica's body, but I couldn't bring her closer.