Page 21 of My Forbidden Professor

I wonder why she’s as desperate for me as I am for her but she cups my balls and squeezes and I slip back to the deep space where I barely think.

She raises her arms as I lift her T-shirt and reveal her breasts encased in a black lace bra. I toss the garment somewhere to the side, my whole focus on her body on offer beneath me. I smooth my hand up her side, over her flat stomach, loving the feel of her skin over her toned muscles. My fingers skim over her nipples that are beaded into hard points. Hard and soft and everything I imagined they would be. She pants and her head drops back, her mouth open in a perfect circle just begging to be kissed.

I indulge both of us, taking her mouth in a languid kiss, before trailing my lips over her jaw to the sweet spot behind her ear, where I nip and soothe until she shivers. I’m liquid heat, reduced to nothing more than the desire flowing through me. I release my hold on her nipple, that I’ve been tweaking while I kiss her and drag my fingers across her abs and to the button on her jeans. Her grip on my biceps tightens.

“Please.” A whisper. A sob. A plea.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Steph. All mine.” I kiss my way down the column of her neck and suck her breast through her bra. The breath rushes out of her. She tosses her head back, arches her back and gives me full access to her gorgeous breasts.

I slip my hand under the bra on her other breast and knead her flesh while I feast on the first one. I flick her nipple, teasing both of us. I need to taste her skin directly. I don’t want anything between us. I ease the cups over her breasts and breathe over her damp skin.

Her hands slide to my sides, fingers digging into my flesh as she gasps. “More.”

I won’t say no. I’ll never be able to, no matter her request.

I devour her breasts. One and then the other. Her legs part, encasing me in her heat. I fall into the juncture of her thighs, cock throbbing where I grind against her. Her hands glide up my back under my shirt. Nail scraping. I love I’m affecting her like this. Love watching her come undone.

Need to taste more.

I trail my mouth from her breast to her belly button, teasing her with the tip of my tongue as her muscles jerk beneath my mouth. I press an open-mouthed kiss to the indentation of her navel and undo her jeans button and then her zipper. Black lace peeks from between the parted denim, matching her bra. When I realize she’s been dressed in soft lace under her jeans and dowdy sweatshirt, I nearly cum in my pants. This is too much temptation for a man who’s been celibate for so long.

“Have you dressed like this under your clothing every time you’ve come into my class?” I ask.

She props up on her elbows, looks down her body, sees what I’m doing and drops back. “I’ve just never been very good at being feminine, but I like wearing lace.”

I don’t care about the speech she’s about to give. All I can think about is the line she started with.

“Not feminine?” I reach for my shirt to yank it over my head, disregarding the tightness. “You are the most feminine being I’ve ever had the luck to set eyes on. How can you not know that?”

She must truly think that. It makes sense, the way she hunches over and covers her face with her hair. She can’t know there’s no way she can blend into the background even when she tries. I slip my fingers under the waist band of her jeans and tug them down, cutting off her response. I pull the jeans off her body and suck in a breath at the sight of her laid out like a sweet dessert on my bed, every delectable inch of her waiting for my mouth. My hand. My cock.

I kneel between her parted thighs. My gaze drifts down her body to where her most intimate area is bare from hair. The pouty lips of her pussy are glossy with her arousal. I want to slide between those lips and drink her in.

Beautiful.

I’m entranced by the sight.

“Jacob. Stop thinking. Just touch me.” Her voice drags me out of my reverie and brings an eager grin to my own lips.

With my fingertips I trace the line of her hip, along her inner thigh, from her knee to the juncture of her leg and watch goose bumps rise behind my touch. I drift outward, caressing. Teasing with lazy strokes that inch closer and closer to her core. Her breathing hitches. Her nipples tighten. I can’t help but dip my head and suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other while I tease her clit.

Her back bows and she pants as I continue to work her. “You like this. Do you want more, Steph?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

My balls pull so tight against my body it’s nearly painful. I slip a finger through her slickness. Her grip on my shoulders bruises and I’m greedy for more of her. I slide a finger inside her and she clamps around me. Her depths pulsate as I thrust one finger, then two, inside her. Her whole body shakes as she keens my name.

“Jacob.”

I glance up her body to find her gaze on me. Her beautiful eyes are clear and bright with unshed tears. “I need you.”

There’s no mistaking the yearning in her tone. The desperation. The unquenchable hunger. She’s not asking for me to stop. She’s asking for everything.

And I’m going to give it to her, because nothing has ever felt so right.

I settle between her thighs, the aroma of her arousal washing around me. My finger glistens as I glide it in and out of her core. I lean down. Nuzzle her lips and dart my tongue to taste. My mouth waters at her musky, feminine taste. Delicious. One little teaser is not enough. I need to feast.

Her arousal coats my tongue as I explore her folds and I groan as I suckle her clit. A sigh drifts from her. Her body undulates, then begins to writhe. I clamp my free hand on her thigh, locking her in place so I can keep drinking her in.

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