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Kristoff leaned back on his haunches and admired his handiwork. The dark nylon rappelling rope struck a stark contrast against her pale skin. Even in the dim lantern light of his tent her could see her freckles dance across her collarbones, over her shoulders, and down her sloping sides. The rope laid in elaborate exes across her body, framing her breasts that jutted out from her arms tied behind her back, her hands gripping her elbows. He rubbed his mouth as his eyes lingered on those luscious breasts, peaked with want and eager to be touched. His gaze wandered lower, down to where the crossed ropes framed her navel, the little silver ring he gave her made his cock twitch. She stood proud with her legs spread wide, her thighs already glistening, her scent filling the tent. So wanton. So delicious. So his.
After an entire week of temptation he was finally going to have her. She was a feast, and he was fucking ravenous. But no. She wanted control, and that’s exactly what he’d give her. He was glad she took the edge off in the truck, otherwise he would’ve bent her over the tailgate and fucked her ‘til they were both senseless. Enjoyable, yes, but she’d finagled them a solid two hours, and by god he was going to use them.
The ropes were snug, but not tight. They’d hold her but not hurt her. And if she squirmed too much, well, the marks would be hidden by her clothes. Satisfied, he rested his palm against the outside of her calf. She trembled at even that little touch. “Ready?”
“Oh god yes! Please!” she whimpered, leaning into him then swaying back to maintain her balance. “I was born ready!”
“What’s your safe word?”
“I don’t need one,” she panted.
“No, baby,” he stood, voice firm, and tipped her chin up to capture her eyes. “I won’t do this unless I know your safe. And I can’t do that without your help. So tell me, what’s your safe word?”
She shivered, caught in his gaze. “Reindeer,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl,” he nipped at her chin. “And your caution word?”
“Carrots,” she panted, trying to capture his mouth with hers, but he straightened and pinned her again with his gaze.
“And?” he tilted her chin up, the angle so sharp her lips parted as she gasped for air.
“And I’ll use them,” she licked her lips. “I’ll use them, I promise. Just please touch me!”
He brushed his lips against hers, feather soft. “Good girl,” he breathed, the sealed his mouth over hers.
Her kisses were wild, demanding. He cradled her skull in his huge hands and tipped her head back, deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, tried to brush herself against him, but he held her firm, digging fingertips along her hair line with just enough pressure to make her eyes flutter shut with pleasure. His kisses wended along her jaw and down her neck, stopping at the rope that crossed her collarbone. He knelt as his mouth traced the flesh along that rope, kissing the top of one trembling breast. His hands caressed down her neck, over her shoulders, down to her hands gripping her elbows, cradling them in his own before splaying along her sides, thumbs caressing the undersides of her breasts, his fingers meeting at the small of her back even with the ropes wrapped around her waist. She bit her lip and moaned a curse when he finally took a peaked nipple into his mouth, tossing her head back as he rolled it with his tongue and teeth.
He leaned back and caught her eyes again, storm-dark and wild, then reached behind him to pull his shirt off. Her eyes traced down his bare chest, following the contours of his broad shoulders to the thick strength of his abs, to the sharp cut of muscle diving into the low-slung waistband of his pants. She pinched her lower lip between her teeth and watched, wide-eyed and wanting, as his slid his pants off and his cock sprang free, twitching when she licked her lips and leaned into him.
He leaned into her as well, capturing her other breast in him mouth, sucking hard and circling the stiffened peak of her nipple with his tongue. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out even more for him like an offering, one he gladly accepted. Hard and soft, teeth and tongue, over and over, until she was dizzy from the pleasure. “More,” she gasped. “More, goddammit!”
“Language, baby,” he swatted an ass cheek, then grabbed and massaged it in one big palm. “Though I love it when you use your big girl words. Tell me what you want.”
“I, ah fuck!” she whimpered as he pulled her in flush to his chest and nipped along her collarbone.
He spanked her again, squeezed her tighter. “Use your words, princess. What do you want?”
“Please,” she begged. “Oh fucking christ, please!”
Another spank. Then another. One hand kneading her wonderfully plump bottom while the other held her upright by the ribs, his thumb caressing the underside of her brease. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want to come,” she half-growled, half-panted. “I want you to make me come.”
“As you wish.” He leaned back slowly, pulled her down to her knees and settled her astride his face. She let out the cutest little giggle moan when the week’s worth of stubble tickled her inner thighs. He looped his arms around her ass, smoothing calloused hands up to her waist. She tried to press herself down onto his face, but he held her up by her crossed arms. He wanted to savor this. There were few things he enjoyed more than eating her out, feeling her quiver and clench and fall apart for him. He breathed deeply, taking in her raw, earthy scent. She whined as he teased her, breathing onto the damp auburn curls hovering over him. He flicked his tongue out, tasted her arousal, and she cried out for him. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Sing for me.” And he pulled her down onto his greedy mouth, licking her folds from opening to clit, again and again, reveling in her scent, her taste, her cries of pleasure. Firm hands on her ribs kept her upright as he suckled on her clit, then loosened enough to let her grind herself down on the wide bridge of his nose like he knew she loved to do. He grinned into her, dug his fingers into her waist, using the ropes to pull her down harder. Her thighs tensed and tightened around him already, but he refused to hold back. One last lick and she came, shrieking with the force of it, his hands all that kept her upright as he drew out her pleasure with each thrust of his tongue.
She sagged in his grasp, panting. He lifted her and slowly sat up, letting her rest against his chest. She was a limp weight against him, her little breaths stirring his chest hair. He let his fingers wander the tangle of ropes, tracing patterns into her heated skin. She purred, and he felt gooseflesh raise up under his touch. She shifted against him, or at least tried to. His firm grip on the ropes kept her hovering above his erection despite her attempts to press down on it. He kissed up the column of her neck, and bit gently down on the lobe of her ear. “Want something, princess?”
“You,” she said, voice thick with lust.
“Sure you don’t need a break?”
He chuckled when she growled low in her throat. He leaned back to catch a glimpse of her face, the anger sparking in her eyes. She’d teased him all damn week, it was only fair she got a little taste of frustration too. He peppered her face with kisses, letting her taste herself on his lips, then eased her down closer until her folds brushed against the underside of his cock. They both groaned at the contact, and he loosened his grip on her, sliding his fingers along her spine. She leaned back, canting her hips to glide herself up and down his length. He gripped her hips as her ravished her breasts once more, growling himself every time her entrance came achingly close to his tip. He pulled her down and thrust up, reveling in the delicious friction, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside her, needed to feel her tight around him. He was drowning in his need for her. So when she ghosted back up his cock he twisted her hips and drove himself deep into her, the both of the crying out at the sensation. He lifted her, slowly drawing himself out inch by agonizing inch, then thrusted up into her again, harder this time. “Fuck, baby,” he crushed her to his chest. “it’s been too long.”
She ground down on him, swirling her hips against him with each thrust. She was so deliciously tight, slick and swollen and demanding more. “Fuck me, sir,” she tried to purr, but it came out breathless and wanting. “Oh god please fuck me Kristoff. Fuck me hard. I need, ah, I… oh fuck please!!!”
He laid her back against the sleeping bag, looming over her in the dim lamplight. He knelt between her thighs, then pulled her hips firmly against his so he was buried to the hilt within her. He dragged his cock out against her clit then thrust again. And again. Each thrust firm, deliberate, overwhelming; her body bowing to the pressure of his. “Fuck you feel so good,” he all but grunted, burying himself deeper into her, again and again, slowly picking up speed each time. He watched, entranced, as her breasts bounced in time as he pounded into her. The slick sounds of their joining punctuated by the staccato slap of flesh meeting flesh. The low moans bubbling from her throat, breathlessly climbing in both octave and intensity as he fucked into her. Fuck, he needed this too. She thrashed her head back and forth, the only movement the ropes allowed her, and he felt her inner walls flutter and clench. Her whole body started to clench, the tension coiling furiously around them both. But she held on, maddeningly prolonging their pleasure, desperate for him to push her over the edge. When she looked up at him, eyes begging for release, he brought his thumb to her clit and rubbed tight circles against her. Her whole body convulsed, pulsing and clenching in a wordless shriek as she came. He slammed into her, claimed her, spilling into her with his own feral howl of completion. He all but collapsed against her, spent, their bodies still joined and twitching with the last lingering pulses of their lovemaking. He scooped her into his arms, curling protectively around her as they basked, coming down from their high together.
She was completely limp in his arms, eyes closed and lips curled in the most satisfied smile he’d seen since the first time she convinced him to let her suck his cock. She whimpered a little, still oversensitive when he withdrew from her, and he cradled her close once more. Carefully, oh so carefully, he loosened and undid the knotted rope, soothing warm palms over her reddened skin. He grabbed a small hand towel and his thermos, the water still warm from the heat of the day, and gently rubbed it over her skin, trailing gentle kisses in its wake. He couldn’t help but smirk when she sighed, nipples perking again, as he cleaned his seed from between her thighs. His feisty, fiery, insatiable Anna. God, he loved her. He lavished her breasts with open-mouthed kisses, flicking his tongue against the stiffened peaks as he used the cloth to coax one last lingering orgasm from her.
After quickly cleaning himself and redressing, he wrapped her in his sleeping bag and gently carried her back to her tent. She was still loose and languid as he helped her slip into her sweatpants and the old hoodie she swiped from his closet months ago. He brushed her rumpled bangs away from her eyes, tucking a coppery strand behind her ear. She was so adorable wrapped in oversized fleece. He wanted to curl around her again, hold her close, safe and warm. It felt wrong not to tuck her against his chest and drift off to sleep, but the rest of the class would be back soon. It was too big a risk. So he tucked her into her own sleeping bag and ghosted his lips across hers in a good-night kiss.
He rose to leave, but a slim hand caught him behind the neck, rooting him in place more firmly than all the rappelling ropes in the world. Her eyes were endlessly blue as she gazed up at him for a long moment before murmuring “I love you, Kristoff.”
He swallowed, hard. Not ‘Professor,’ not ‘Sir’; this wasn’t one of their games. Yes, they started out as an illicit fling, fuckbuddies spurred on by the forbidden nature of their relationship, and yes they both enjoyed their games, but what they had grew beyond that. Far beyond what either expected, or even wanted. He knew what she was offering him, what she was asking of him, and knew without a shadow of a doubt what he wanted too. He’d never felt more vulnerable in his life than in that moment. Nor more deeply in love. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling her nose as he breathed her in. “I love you too, Anna,” he whispered, and meant each word with every fiber of his being.
He kissed her one last time, making sure she was snug in her cocoon of blankets and pillows before slipping out of her tent and zipping it closed behind him. He breathed in the crisp night air and smiled. He wandered back to his side of camp, tossed his sleeping bag back into his tent, the small space still heavy with the scent of their encounter. He grabbed his stack of papers to grade, popped open his camp chair near the fire pit, and laid them about as if he’d been working for hours. He settled in and got to work. About ten minutes later the rest of his class rolled into camp, quiet except for a few drunken giggles. Most students waved to him before disappearing into their tents. It wasn’t long before the camp was quiet and still once more.
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The drive home was uneventful. There was plenty of cargo space now that all the food was eaten, so Anna rode back with her classmates instead of with him. He feigned relief, but he did miss her. Watching the miles roll past them, Kristoff felt a bit melancholy. He always did after a good field trip, saying good-bye to his beloved mountains after time well spent. And not just last night, though that memory spread a self-satisfied smirk across his face and made his pants a bit too snug.
They made it back to campus without incident. The whole class stayed to help unload the gear and put it back in the storage lockers. “No class tomorrow,” he told them. “Your grades will be posted by the end of the day. Wednesday’s test prep, and Friday’s your Final.”
“You gonna buy us beer after Finals, Professor?” Mario’s grin was positively shit-eating.
“Ace the Final and I’ll consider it,” Kristoff shot back. Mario pouted a bit at that, but grinned, accepting the challenge. He sidled up to Marlisa and Jane, weaseling his way into a study group. Kristoff shook his head with a laugh.
He watched Anna leave with her friends, winking at him when no one was looking, the melancholy settling in again. He knew she had no convenient reason to visit him, none that wouldn’t be suspicious, and he already missed her. Missed being inside her.
He knew what he had to do.
He spent all morning Monday grading papers, cleaning up, and catching up on sleep. A knock on the door early in the afternoon startled him out of a doze. He opened the door and smiled. Anna stood there in a babydoll Uni t-shirt, those delicious running shorts of hers, striped knee-high socks and sneakers. “What can I do for you, Miss Arendelle?” he smirked as she sauntered in, eyes sliding down her subtle curves.
“I have a few ideas,” she smirked right back at him. “But first I wanted to ask you what your plans were after the semester’s over.”
“Well,” he cleared his throat. “Remember the end of last semester? When I…” his face fell. They broke up for almost a month because he was the world’s biggest moron. She placed a slim hand on his forearm, and he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’d forgotten that I’d put in for a sabbatical.”
“Wait, what?” Anna blinked, confused. “What’d you do that for?”
“It was the best I could think of at the time,” he shrugged. “Thought if I stayed out of your way, you could get your degree without me fucking up your life any worse than I already had. I didn’t hear back from the Dean, and I was set to go resign after the Fall term if you hadn’t helped me get my head out of my ass.”
“You…” Anna breathed. “You were going to quit? For me?”
“Yeah,” Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Figured it was the least I could do after, well, y’know.”
“I didn’t realize.” Anna smiled up at him. “But I don’t understand. Why bring all that up?”
“Well, I got word right before our Field Trip that my sabbatical was approved. Six months studying the geology of Australia, and it starts after Finals. Was going to turn it down, but then I got to thinking. I was wondering, hoping actually, that you’d consider coming with me?”
“Really?”
“Definitely. I’d love to drag you halfway around the world to look at boring old rocks,” he chuckled, pulling her closer. She placed her hands on his chest, her face unreadable. “Walking the towns by your side, holding your hand, pulling you close, kissing you in public. Not having to hide what we have together. I could spoil you silly without fear.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Camping on the beaches. Backpacking in the wilderness. Just you and me and no one for miles. Finding waterfalls and hot springs where I could do,” he kissed her fingertips, “so many things to you.”
She looked up at him, eyes hooded and lips parted. He dragged the pad of his thumb along her lower lip, letting her kiss then nip at it. “What do you think?”
She leaned in and whispered into his ear exactly what she thought. Kristoff’s eyes widened, then darkened. Without a word he hoisted Anna up over his shoulder and carried her back to his bedroom.