Page 61 of Bad Professor

I know the moment she’s about to come, and I love pushing her over the edge.

Tonight, Tilly climaxes with a loud cry, rocking back and forward on my face like she can’t get enough. She’s still trembling when I pull her down and set her astride my cock.

I’d give her another, but it’s been a long weekend and Tilly’s hip thrusts and her cries of pleasure echo in the room, makes me desperate to get inside her.

I make her come with my fingers before I roll her over and onto her knees so I can fuck her from behind. Tilly grips the headboard as the bed hits the wall with a rhythmic thud.

I’m spent too quickly to make her come again. “Still two to go,” I tell her as she cuddles against me. “Just give me a bit of time and we can try it again.”

Tilly laughs breathlessly, but I notice she doesn’t argue. Nor does she protest when, after a suitable rest period, I settle myself between her legs again to tease her with my tongue until she’s begging for more.

My cock is rock hard when I slide into her again.

It’s unbelievable how it keeps getting better and better with Tilly.

The next morning, I wake up first and watch Tilly sleep.

It’s not as creepy as it sounds.

I like to look at her without her realizing it because she gets self-conscious when she catches me staring. I like to look at her. Each time I study her, I find something new.

This morning, I notice her eyebrows are darker than her blonde hair. And she has a birthmark on her jaw. And the diamond studs she wears are big, but not too big.

I wonder if Carlos gave them to her.

Tilly hasn’t said much about her divorce and even less about her marriage. Two years since her divorce seems like a long time not to date, but it could be that Tilly was dealing with the fallout. It could be that it took her two years to get over him.

Will it take me two years to get over here?

My stomach gives a squeeze when I think about this being over. It’s been less than a month and already Tilly fits into my life as easily as she started out there. I can’t imagine not being able to hold her in my arms.

Am I falling for her already?

It took meeting Elena for coffee one time and I knew I wanted to be a part of her life. I saw Tilly in a bar looking bored with another man and followed her to the washroom.

I make up my mind quickly with women.

But Tilly—it’s not as cut and dried. There are some pretty big obstacles in our way.

She’s divorced and has children. Her age—not that it’s a concern of mine, but I get the sense Tilly is hung up on the fact she’s older than I am.

I personally think it’s sexy that she’s in her forties. I’ve never gone for older women before and now I wonder why not.

And then there’s the fact I’m her professor. With two strikes on my record. If anyone at the university found out about this, I’d be fired for sure.

Tilly stirs and I watch as her eyes flicker open. She smiles as soon as she sees me. “Hi,” she says sleepily.

“Hi yourself.” I forget about obstacles and rules and morals and focus on Tilly.

She closes her eyes again and stretches. “Everything hurts,” she groans. “Why does everything hurt when I feel so good?”

I lean closer. “Where does it hurt? Maybe I can kiss it better.”

Tilly opens her eyes with a shy smile. “I think that’s part of the problem.”

“Was it? Was my kissing—” I press my lips against her mouth, feeling her smile widen. I run my tongue along the slit. “—a problem for you?”

“Not a problem at all.”

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