Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 08-09

"Jeannie! Jeannie! It's okay. It's just me." Kevin's voice. Oh my God. I blinked again and he came into focus, glancing alternately between my face and my wrists where he was fumbling to release me.

"Oh Kevin," I breathed, crying in relief. He got my hands free and I threw them around his chest, burying my face in his neck. "Thank God. I was so frightened. I knew it was you … and then I didn't."

"Shhh," he soothed me, stroking my hair. His softening cock was still inside me and with each hitching sob I forced it slowly out. "It's okay, Jeannie. It's all over now."

I took a deep, wavering breath and held his head in my hands so that I could look into his eyes. I saw concern there, love too, but there was also a conflicted delight that he had achieved what he set out to do, but maybe hurt me in the process. He hadn't. I was just shocked and emotional, stunned from the intensity of my orgasm and the realism of my 'assault'.

"Thank you," I whispered. "That was … incredible." And then I hugged him tight again, taking comfort from the safety of his body pressed into mine.

"So do you want to do it again," he asked, a smile in his voice.

"Oh, God yes," I enthused, rubbing my pussy wetly against him. "But not too soon. I won't fall for it as easily next time."

"One more thing?" he asked quietly.

"Anything," I sighed into his neck. My heart had almost returned to its normal rate and I was basking in the afterglow of the most wonderful, wonderful sex.

"Jeannie, will you marry me?" He rolled to the side so that he could watch my expression.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "With all my heart. Now untie my legs and let me love you properly."

He did.

And I did.