Page 13 of The Professor: Ep. 1

No reservations.

No shyness.

Just unadulterated acquiescence.

I expected some sort of fight or hesitation, but she didn’t alter from her course at all, her finger gliding through her slick folds before honing in on her clit.

Hmm, so it seemed she liked quick and fast then. No teasing or foreplay. Perhaps because she’d not been introduced to it properly.

I would fix that tonight.

She’d never want fast again when I was done with her.

I kicked off my shoes while she continued pleasuring herself, her eyes holding mine the whole time. Then I knelt at the foot of the bed, my intention to improve my view. Only her pace hastened in response, her legs beginning to shake.

Well, that won’t do at all.

I shifted forward to catch her wrist, stilling her movements. “I didn’t say to make yourself come, Miss Mickelson. I merely wished to observe your preferences.”

She shuddered, a groan of protest leaving her lips. Poor little darling had been close to coming undone. She would learn the benefits of delaying that gratification. Starting now.

I brought her fingers to my mouth, licking her essence from the tips and groaning at the exquisite taste of her. Oh, I wanted to experience that flavor directly on my tongue. But she had some lessons to learn first.

“Orgasms require patience,” I said, guiding her hand to the bed. “True pleasure comes for the art of building up the moment, leaving your partner on the precipice of an explosion, then softly coaxing them over the edge.” I leaned down to blow a breath over her swollen nub. “I’m going to take you to new heights, Miss Mickelson. And afterward, you’re going to thank me for it.” I pressed a kiss to her bare mound, then returned to my knees. “Let’s start by removing your clothes.”

She trembled, her eyes glazed over with passion as she sat up and reached for the button on her sweater.

“No,” I said. “I want to remove it.”

“Oh.” She slowly lowered her hands, her cheeks reddening. “I thought—”

“I know what you thought,” I interjected, softening my tones. “Now kneel in front of me and give me your back.”

She swallowed, but quickly moved to obey. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder and reached around to unfasten her cardigan, the button tantalizingly close to her breasts. I stroked my thumb across one stiff peak, smiling at her resulting shudder of breath. Then I slowly removed the sweater from her shoulders, exposing her pale skin inch by inch.

She was practically vibrating by the time I dropped the fabric on the bed, her excitement palpable.

“I’m going to enjoy teaching you tonight, Miss Mickelson,” I whispered against her ear. “Consider this an introductory course to sensuality and sex.”

“Yes, professor,” she replied, her sultry voice going straight to my groin. I skimmed my teeth along her neck, then nibbled her sweet shoulder before kissing a path downward to the zipper at her spine.

A little moan escaped her as I tugged on the metal with my teeth, dragging it downward to expose her shoulder blades. When I reached the center, my hand took over the motion, drawing the zipper all the way down to her heart-shaped ass.

The fabric pooled forward, leaving me anxious to flip her around and take in her breasts.

But I forced myself to take it slow.

I admired the view of her back before gathering the fabric at her hips and lifting the dress upward. She rose her arms on instinct, allowing me to tug the black cotton up and over her head without restraint.

She remained on her knees before me, naked minus her heels.

“No bra,” I mused, drawing my finger down her spine. “Was that a gift for me?”

She nodded. “Yes. To go with the missing panties.” She glanced over her shoulder, the hint of a succubus in her eyes. “I like to match.”

Of course she did. It went with the organized trait.

“I bet your lingerie drawer is full of sets.”

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