Page 77 of The Professor's Wife

I nodded, warmed by his attentiveness. “Alright.”

We showered together and made out under the hot water. Even after four months, being here, with Oliver, was brand new to me. I got to touch him and kiss him, and he was ever so responsive back. He was always hard for me, and strong. Oliver was very built. He worked very hard to stay that way, working out early in the mornings before I was even up. He was absolutely mouthwatering to look at.

And he wasmine.

For as long as he wanted me.

When we got out of the shower, we dried ourselves off. He didn’t like leaving wet footsteps behind because we might slip over them. Once I was dried off, he picked me up as if I weighed light as a feather and took me into his bedroom. I laughed when he sucked at my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

“What’s that for?” I asked, grinning as he plopped me down on the bed.

“I’m marking you,” he answered, smirking down at me. “To keep those little boys away from you.”

I laughed. “What boys?”

“The ones in your classes.” He climbed over me, and I stilled as he spread his knees apart, boxing my shoulders in. He brought his cock to my mouth and stared down at me, his wet black hair dripping down on me. “Suck me.”

My eyes widened. “Like this?”

His stare was intense. “Like this.”

He angled his cock, pressing it against my mouth. Slowly, I spread my lips apart, taking him in. I didn’t know if I was doing it right. I’d already given him plenty of blowjobs, but never in this angle. Unprepared, I tried to accept him, but it was a little hard. Oliver watched me carefully; his eyes laser focused on my face. His lips parted and a shuddering breath left him. “Get it wetter,” he ordered. “I want you to spit on it.”

As he eased out of my mouth, I darted out my tongue and ran it along his length. He let out a groan and gently stroked my head. My heart warmed at the doting touch. I was doing a good job. “Suck me harder,” he ordered next. “Make some noises for me.”

“Noises?”

“Moan for me.”

I hesitated, and when I saw the frown start to form on his face, I quickly worked my mouth around him again. He moved in and out of me, and I let out a soft breathy sound, and then I moaned. It felt strange to make that sound on purpose, but then his cock went impossibly harder and I realized it excited him. So, I moaned a little louder, and then he moved a little faster, his cock driving into my mouth deeper than before.

“Work your pussy for me,” he said next, panting.

Though I was boxed in around my shoulders, I could still move my hands. I let one drift to my core, and I traced little circles there. He turned his head to see that I was touching myself, and then he looked back down at me and grinned. “You are perfect, Daisy.”

I smiled back, but only for a moment, because he brought his cock back into my mouth and fucked it harder. I felt my throat close around his length, and I gagged. He withdrew, and I sucked in a breath of air, and then he moved back in, pushing deeper. “It’s alright,” he assured me when my eyes watered. “Just a little more, sweetheart. I’m so close. You want me to come?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Then take it.”

For him, I did. He fucked my mouth quickly, and I managed breaths in between the strokes. And then his hand balled into my hair as he drove into my mouth so deep, I felt his cock down my throat. He stilled, his dark eyes boring into mine as I tried my best to hold my breath. My body jolted, desperate for air. “Shh,” he whispered and then he groaned deep in his chest as he came down my throat. My chest convulsed, my throat gagging as the warm liquid rushed down it. Oliver immediately withdrew and got off me. I moved to my side, coughing and sputtering as he ran his hand down my back, comfortingly.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “And perfect. So perfect, Daisy.”

I tried not to think about what happened in the bedroom as he drove us to my sister’s apartment. I wasn’t sure how to process it. He’d never done something like that. I liked that it gave him pleasure, but it felt so unexpected. I only wished he’d told methat he wanted to do that before he just did it. Then again, it was sex. It would be weird to lay down the play by play, right? I wasn’t experienced enough to know, and June never talked about things like that with me. But I read a lot to know that spontaneity was a big thing in relationships. I decided I wanted to be spontaneous. I wanted him to get hard like that for me.

Oliver was in a great mood, and he was incredibly affectionate. He brought my hand to his mouth half a dozen times to kiss it. It was how I knew what we did must have been normal and perfectly alright. The more tender he became afterward, the more foolish I felt for having been unsettled at all. At one point, he settled my hand over his jeans where his cock was and chuckled when my eyes bulged at his hardness. “Something about you, Daisy, makes me lose my mind. You’re so special.”

I smiled, melting. “You really believe that?”

“You’re unlike any girl I’ve ever met.” He said that with so much conviction, it made me emotional. I’d felt so damn invisible before he came along, but now I was seen, and he was wonderful, and June was going to love him. Rowe, on the other hand…

I didn’t have time to rethink this when Oliver parked the car in front of the apartment building. He got out, and he looked so damn good in his black wool jacket with the falling snow dotting his hair. He opened the trunk and went to it as I stepped out. I turned to look at him, wondering what he was doing. When he closed the trunk back, there was something in his hand. My mouth fell open when I saw it was a birthday bag. He grinned at my expression. “Oh, come on, you think I wouldn’t have gotten him anything?”

“Oliver, you didn’t have to.”

He silenced me with a kiss. “I wanted to. Besides, it might help my chances at winning him over. A good first impression to start things off on a high note.”