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And it’s all wrong.
But so fucking good.
He groans and bites down hard on my shoulder, and my core pulses with need at the sting of pain.
Abruptly, the professor pulls away, and stares down at me. I’m breathing hard and my eyes are hazy with desire. It takes a couple of blinks to focus on him.
“Exquisite,” he states after a beat of simply staring at me and taking me in. I feel my skin flush all over and a wicked smile tugs at his lips. “Best get comfy, Miss Van der Zee. This is going to take a while.”
I groan at his use of my title – though it’s not fair he can call me that while I don’t get to call him professor – but shift a little on the mattress anyway to show willing. It’s absolutely unnecessary because his bed is comfier than sleeping on any cloud, and the only discomfort I’m feeling is coming from within me – stupid nerves and excited butterflies – rather than because of his mattress.
He smirks again, but I don’t hate it. It doesn’t make me want to throat punch him anymore, only kiss the hell out of him. When he runs the palm of his hand down my breastbone, I gasp at the jolts of electricity coursing through me, and his smirk morphs into a genuine smile.
He has such a lovely smile. He should smile more. That dimple will be the death of me.
“I can hear you, Malia.”
“In my head?”
“No. You said it out loud again. So you like my dimple, huh?”
“I suppose.”
“Anything else you fancy?”
“Maybe.”
“Let’s see if we can change that maybe to a definitely.”
As he leans in to kiss me, his warm breath caresses my lips. I tilt my head to meet him halfway once more and our mouths touch. His kisses are soft at first but become more urgent as his hands roam freely over my body. I moan as he bites down on my lower lip and his hand reaches down to cup my breast.
He breaks the kiss and looks deeply into my eyes, his voice husky. “I can’t wait any longer,” he whispers, as he pulls up my dress. Nerves gone, I sit and help him, my hands shaking as I discard the flimsy material. His gaze heats as he takes me in. I run my hands over his muscular chest. He pulls me close, and his erection presses against my thigh.
Laying me back on the bed, he removes my soaked underwear, kissing every inch of my skin as he goes. I’m completely naked now, and I feel so vulnerable, but also so turned on.
He continues to kiss his way down my body, my muscles contracting with every ticklish swipe of his tongue, until he’s at the apex of my thighs.
His strong hands grip my thighs, and he spreads my legs wide open.
“Beg me for it,” he says.
He’s staring into my eyes, waiting for a response. I can feel his breath on my pussy and it is maddening.
Stubborn to a fault, I keep my lips clamped closed, even as I chastise myself.You’ve wanted this for weeks, Malia! Don’t miss out now because of your stupid pride.
I risk a glance at him once more and the smirk is firmly back in place. I’ve changed my mind; Ihatethat smirk. As if reading my thoughts, it widens into a grin and he leans forward between my legs and…
“Oh,” I gasp as he blows cool air onto my pussy.
“Do you like that?”
I nod. It’s good.
“Words, Malia,” his tone is gentle but firm. He’s not going to let me hide.
“Y-yes.”
“Ready to beg?”
