Page 22 of My Forbidden Professor

“Jacob. I’m going to…”

I suck hard on her clit. Her back bows again as she keens. Her inner walls clamp around my fingers. I keep sucking. Keep thrusting inside her, drawing out her pleasure until her body grows limp. She trembles. Pants.

I rip the shirt off my body and then stand before ridding myself of the offensive feel of my jeans. Too tight. My cock springs free, hard, aching and leaking. I grip myself as her gaze runs over me. My face, shoulders, torso and then down to lock onto my hand gripping my own flesh.

She licks her lips and lifts one arm, then the other, toward me. “Please, Jacob. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” I don’t know what I’ll do if she says no, but somehow I’ll comply. I want her fully willing, or not at all, no matter how blue my balls will be. None of that matters but her willingness.

Her brow creases and her arms lower. “You…don’t want me?”

“Baby girl, I want you more than I want my next breath, but only if you’re one hundred percent on board with this. With me.”

I cup her face, brushing her hair away and searching her eyes for any lingering doubt. All I see there is love. Trust. Certainty. “I want you, Jacob. All of you.”

There’s nothing inside me that can deny us any longer.

Relief washes through me. I take a condom from a box on my bedside table and sheath myself. I can barely finish the action because my fingers are shaking so hard. She affects me more than anyone else I’ve ever met. I ease down onto the bed, settling between her thighs. I take her mouth in a searing kiss and position myself at her entrance. I push inside, inch by sweet inch, savoring the way she stretches and quivers around me. Her body arches, her nails sinking into my shoulders, and I stop to give her a moment to adjust.

“More, Jacob. Please, I need more,” she whispers against my lips, and I can deny her nothing.

I sink deeper, filling her completely, and our bodies meld. Perfection. I pause again, allowing her to adjust to the fullness buried inside her. Her breath hitches and I feel her muscles clench and release around me.

I slowly drag out, the friction of her tight heat nearly driving me to madness before I push back in. She’s so hot, so tight, and her body welcomes me home. I set a rhythm, taking long, slow strokes, each one driving a little deeper, making her body rise to meet mine.

I kiss her, deep and slow, pouring all my love and tenderness into the action. This isn’t a quick fuck. I knew that before we started.

She’ll never be that way to me. No, this is much more. This is a joining. This is my completion.

This is what I’ve been searching for all my life.

The pressure builds within me, the need to move faster, to drive harder. But I fight against it. This moment is to be savored, etched into my memory for all time. I want it to be the same for her, too. I need to learn every inch of her body, every sound she makes, every flutter of her eyelashes, and sear those moments into my memory.

She sobs my name, the grip of her nails digging into my flesh, but I feel nothing but sweet pleasure as she begs for more. I give it to her, one slow, torturous stroke after another, until she’s writhing beneath me, clearly as lost in the sensation as me.

I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust harder, deeper, driving toward both our releases. Her cry of ecstasy is soft and breathy in my ear. And when her body tightens around me, her muscles clamping and releasing in sweet pulses, I let go, pouring my soul into her body to fall with her.

I gather her in my arms and hold her so tight her heart pounds directly against me. Her fingers slide through my hair, her body pliant and sated beneath me. I can’t help it. I kiss her again, as I express my gratitude for this one perfect moment through our connection.

“Jacob, that was…” Her fingers smooth my forehead, persuading the frown lines away.

I finish her sentence when she doesn’t. “Perfection, Steph. That was perfection.”

She smiles as a beautiful pink rises in her cheeks. I have to kiss her. Again and again.

Her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her cupid’s bow lips. I trace one of her cheekbones, her soft skin under my finger confirming that if I never move from this spot, I’d still be the happiest man alive.

She sighs and nuzzles into me, and then we both fall asleep. In each other’s arms. Full. Sated. When we wake, we make love again until the early hours of the morning. In my bed. On my couch. Against my shower’s tiled wall. Every conceivable way, and maybe even some that I’d never conceived of before. Each time I bring her to a world-rocking climax, watch her beautiful face contort and glow with pleasure, she tips me over the edge, too. It’s an addiction I never want to quit.

Her pleasure is my pleasure. I cherish every single second of her. I sear every moment into my brain. This is a woman I never want to walk away from me. She leaves me exhausted but I resist sleep for as long as possible so I can keep holding onto her.

This attraction is once-in-a-lifetime powerful. Worth fighting for. She won’t be a student forever. We’re both consenting adults. The only thing holding us back is my job and that may not be forever. The future is no guarantee. The one thing I do know is that she’s the best thing that’s happened to me in five long years.

In my life.

Not even Emily came close to making me feel like this. There’s no way in hell I’m stepping away from Steph.

Somehow, some way, I’ll work this out.

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