Page 56 of Bad Professor

It’s a lot.

And yet, not enough. Despite last night’s activities, I wake up wanting Dexter. Needing to touch him, taste. Feel him inside me again.

It’s never been like this before.

Lifting my head, I shift slowly, pressing kisses along Dexter’s chest as I move downward. His body is a revelation. Carlos kept himself in shape, but he was nothing like Dexter.

Dexter is nothing like Carlos, and I shouldn’t waste my time comparing the two. Or even let Carlos drift into my thoughts… especially since this isn’t the most opportune time to think about my ex-husband.

The snores stop as I gently take him in my hand. Dexter doesn’t wake up, but his body begins to. The tip of his cock is velvety soft as I take him in my mouth.

It takes a few moments to find a rhythm, but by then, Dexter is fully hard. And I start to enjoy myself, mouth moving up and down his length, hand gripping the base.

“Tilly?” Dexter mutters in a sleepy voice. His hand finds the back of my head. “Stop.”

I raise my head, tonging the tip. “But I like this.”

“I like it too, but—Jesus.” I bob my head, adding a little suction. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

I play for a few more moments before I pull up and crawl astride him. “I like this, too.”

“Let’s see what we can do for you to like it even more.”

There’s something about a man who puts my pleasure first. Who puts me first.

There was foreplay with Carlos, but there was also a sense of obligation to do so from him. He was happy to have me play with him, but wanted to get to his pleasure as quickly as possible.

Dexter draws things out and teases, plus he has amazing control.

He makes me come with his cock, and a little help from his fingers at the end, and it’s one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

When I lie beside him, trying to catch my breath, Dexter leans over with a grin. “You like that?”

I kiss him instead of responding. Because, truthfully, I can’t find the words. This thing between us is intense and exhilarating. But it’s terrifying as well.

And it’s fun. And comfortable, and exciting.

How can being with a man be all those things?

“I need a shower,” Dexter says, pulling away with a rueful expression. “And then food.”

“I can make you something when you have a shower.”

“When we have a shower,” he corrects with a gleam in his eyes. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

Add taking a shower with a man to the list of things I’ve now done. When I was married, I never gave Carlos a chance to see me shampoo or shaving my legs.

Dexter doesn’t give me a chance. He climbs right in there with me, grabbing my body wash to lather me up.

All the soap and warm water make sex difficult, but we manage. Another first.

And then I make him breakfast and we talk and laugh like I’ve known him for years. Dexter is kind and smart and funny, and considerate. He’s a good man.

He’s an amazing lover.

There must be something wrong with him, but I can’t seem to find it. Other than the obvious problem.

“I don’t want you to get fired.”

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