Page 18 of Sinful Professor

When Sunday night rolled around, I reluctantly said goodbye to her. But not after promising to see her every day during her lunch break and asking her to come to my office at the end of her day. From there, we’d decide how to spend our evenings. And so went the first week of our official relationship. Not to mention the looming deadline for the first submission for Roll With It’s songwriting contest.

By Wednesday, after only knowing Sadie for less than a week, I had a half dozen complete songs. But none of them felt like winners to me. So, when she came to my office at the end of the day Thursday, I was surprised to find that she had changed into a dress. Nothing as revealing as what she wore to my apartment Friday night, but still no less spectacular on her gorgeous body.

“Sadie,” I breathe. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she says shyly. “I was…hoping to inspire you.”

“Oh, you’re inspiring me, that’s for sure,” I chuckled. “But not to write a song. Yet.”

“Yet?” she smiled coyly.

“Yes,” I nod as I grip her waist. “Yet.”

She squeaks in surprise when I lift her off her feet and set her on top of my piano. Then I spread her legs apart and shove up the hem of her skirt to reveal her naked pussy. I growl at the sight as I lock eyes with her.

“How long have you had your sweet pussy uncovered?”

“I changed in my office just before I came to see you,” she breathes.

“And why didn’t you put panties on?”

“Because I thought we could work on some of your fantasies,” she whispers.

“Fuck, Sadie,” I moan. “Lay back and get comfortable. I need to make you come.”

To my delight, she only leans back on her elbows. No doubt so she can watch me lick her. Which I know she likes. So, I do the only thing I can: I give her the show she wants. And the orgasm she deserves. With my eyes locked on hers, I lower my mouth to her pussy. First, I tease her. Licking up and down the seam so lightly that it makes her shiver. When she starts to pant, I move down to her hole for a nice, slow tongue fuck.

“Brock,” she whispers.

I merely growl in response and delight in how she starts to rock her hips against me. Several minutes pass as she gets wetter, and her pussy lips start to swell. When she’s fighting back her moans of pleasure, I press my thumb against her clit. Her back arches as she whispers my name and I’m rewarded with her sweet release. I stay with her until she’s laying completely flat on my piano. Then I gently lick her clean.

But we’re not done.

As a melody starts to play in my head, I release my aching cock and cover myself. Then I grab Sadie’s hands and give them a gentle tug. She allows me to help her up, then she’s in my arms as I carry her to the piano bench.

“It’s working, my sweet Sadie,” I tell her. “Can you keep helping me?”

“Yes,” she smiles.

I turn the piano bench so it’s perpendicular to the keyboard. Then I kick off my shoes and discard my pants completely before I straddle the seat. Smiling, I offer my hand to Sadie as she moves over me. When she rests her hands on my shoulders, I make sure I can still reach the keyboard before telling her what I need.

“Ride me,” I beg. “Ride me nice and slow while you give me your song.”

Her smile is simply gorgeous as she lowers herself onto me. I adjust our position a bit and then look up into her beautiful face as I set my hands to task. As my goddess moves, my mind sends the melody to my fingers. My eyes close often as I listen to what she’s giving me, but her attention stays on me. Her motion stays slow and steady, because she’s right with me for this special artistic process of ours. She may not claim to be musical, but she damn sure recognizes what I’ve done.

Verses first, then the chorus. Once they’re fleshed out, I smile up at her and start to sing words that will still need to be tweaked but speak of only the beautiful woman in my lap.

“I see the real you, there’s no hiding your beauty from me.”

Tears prick her eyes as she listens. Then I let my hands find the chords for the bridge as I ask her to be mine forever and always. That line is the highest part of the melody, and it sends her over the edge. When she grinds her pussy down on my cock, my arms band around her waist and I hold her close as I fall over the edge with her. The final chorus and vocal lines coming together in my head as I lose my entire being with Sadie.

Several minutes pass after we’re spent, my face pressed against her bosom, our arms tight around each other as our breathing slows to normal. She lets out a soft sigh and her body shudders. Finally, I lift my head and kiss her.

“Brock,” she breathes against my lips. “That was so beautiful.”

“Yes,” I smile as I pull back. “We were.”

She blushes and shakes her head.

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