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I stare at him and wait for him to come back to me as he edges in again. His hands find the buttons on my white shirt and they pop open one by one, until he can push the sleeves from my arms. The shirt stays rumpled behind me as he reaches around to unhook my bra, which joins the shirt a moment later.
He takes my breasts in his hands, kisses each of them, his tongue flicking out and dragging over my skin.
I want him so bad it hurts.
I toy with his shirt, a short-sleeve button-up in a fashionable black and white floral print. This almost always ends one way—him fully dressed, me in shambles. I get up the courage to speak, not wanting the moment to end butreallywanting to check out his abs.
“Can I take this off?” I ask.
He smiles, the expression oddly boyish. It reminds me he’s only my senior by six years or so, fresh out of a PhD and playing at authority.
“Yeah, of course you can,” he says.
My hands shake as I go for the buttons of his shirt. He reaches up to stop me and takes over, and I watch as he shrugs out of it to reveal miles of smooth brown skin, a dusting of dark hair on his chest, trailing down, down over a perfect body.
What is he doing with me?
I’m just a junior chem student with an interest in the hot lit professor…and he’s a god.
“You want me to fuck you, Delphine?” he asks.
“God, yes,” I stutter.
He gives me a lopsided grin as he reaches for the button of his pants to free his cock, the heft of it springing out. I take a sharp breath and shift closer to him, wanting him now. I’m self-conscious about the fact that I’m half-naked and dripping on his desk, that I’m making a mess.
“Give me a sec…” he mutters.
I don’t want to give him a second.
I want him railing me on this desk.
He pulls open a desk drawer and out comes a condom, the package catching the lamplight. It’s weirdly flattering that he’s keeping them here, I presume for me—the first time we did this, it was more hurried and we didn’t have a condom and I ended up taking Plan B out of paranoia that my birth control wouldn’t work. I wait impatiently as he rolls the condom down his shaft, then as he settles close again.
“Still wet for me?” he asks, his lips grazing my ear.
I shudder. “Always, Dr. Watson.”
One arm wraps around my lower back, the other positions his cock at my entrance.
The music changes from something romantic to sultry, like he planned it this way.
Will rests his forehead against mine as his cock nudges my entrance, then slides in. I’m so wet that there’s no resistance, no pain even with how big he is, not even any adjustment. It’s just pleasure all the way, until he pulls me even closer and buries himself to the hilt. I take gasping breaths at the fullness, the pleasure, the need I have for him to move at the same time I need him to stay just like this.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” he hisses. He steals a kiss from my lips and rolls his hips. I cling to his strong shoulders, no longer able to brace myself on the desk.
I want to talk dirty to him.
Tell him it’s just because he’s so big.
…or because he’s amazing, because I’m falling in love.
But there are no words right now. My mouth just doesn’t work that way.
I kiss him and his tongue slides past my lips just as he pulls his cock out and presses back in again. His hips move slowly, setting a pace, agonizing and delicious. I’ve already had two orgasms, but I can feel another one coming on fast.
That’s always how it is with him.
Snatching forbidden moments and loving every second because it’s against the rules.
