Page 7 of Dear British Professor
Willa’s smile falters a bit, but she’s quick to put it back into place.
“This has been an amazing experience so far.” She takes a bite of her burger and gets a little bit of ketchup on the corner of her mouth.
“You’ve got a little something right there.” I point to the corner of my mouth.
Willa puts down her burger and grabs a napkin to dab on her face, but she misses it. “Did I get it?”
I can't help but chuckle. "Here, let me get that for you."
The moment I touch her, I can’t stop myself. My thumb swipes at the corner of her mouth and moves slowly over her plump bottom lip. This simple touch shatters the resolve I’ve held to try and keep her at arm's length. I can hear her breathing increase, and it matches my own racing heart.
“Thank you,” she breathes out. Her voice is low and laced with emotion.
“Miss Munro.”
“Willa,” she corrects me.
I’m unable to fight the pull I feel that draws me closer to her. “Willa, we can’t—”
“I know.” She reaches out and runs her hand up my dress shirt and tugs gently on the collar.
I allow myself to move closer. Our lips are only a breath apart. I can feel each tiny puff of her breath as her breathing increases.
"Fuck it," I groan as I cup her face in my hands and pull her lips to mine.
Sparks fly the moment our lips meet, and I’m instantly consumed with needing her closer to me. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my lap. Her thighs straddle mine as I pull her closer to me. Her skirt rides up her to ample hips, and I run my hands down the soft silky skin on her thighs.
Willa thrusts her hips forward, and her pussy pushes against my hard cock. I groan into her mouth, unable to hold back as she continues to move forward and backward.
I break away from her kiss for only a moment so that I can pull her shirt off over her head. I kiss a scorching trail down her neck to her cleavage. I cup one lace-covered breast in each hand and bury my face in the soft flesh. I feel the fabric loosen in my grip, and I realize Willa has unhooked her bra. I toss it to the floor and take in all her bare beauty.
“You are so beautiful,” I breathe out.
Willa smiles and leans in to kiss me.
WILLA
I can’t believe this is happening. One minute we are just sitting there talking, and the next thing I know, I’m dry riding my hot British professor in his office.
As our kissing deepens, I work the buttons of his shirt. The stiff muscles in his chest seem out of place for a scholar, but I'm not about to complain. I shift my hips again against his stiff cock, and the ache between my legs is nearly unbearable. I pull back from his lips and push off his chest to stand up.
The look of confusion on his face is adorable until he realizes what I’m doing. I lift the hem of my skirt and step towards him, our knees bumping. He runs his hands up my thighs and grips the sides of my panties.
Instead of pulling them down, he looks up and locks eyes with me as he tears the delicate fabric off me. I know I should be pissed because those were an expensive pair, but all I feel is overwhelmingly turned on by this other side of Simon.
He leans back on the sofa and unbuckles his pants. I watch in eager anticipation as he pulls out his uncut, hard cock.
I don’t waste another moment, needing the ache that’s making me wetter and wetter to be eased with him inside me. I straddle his lap again, using his shoulders for balance as he lines himself up with my entrance. I start to sink down on him slowly, savoring the immediate sensation of him filling me with every inch.
“You feel so amazing,” he breathes against my lips.
He moves his hands onto my hips and slowly starts guiding my movements. The friction between us as we move against one another builds the pleasure to new heights that I’ve never felt before.
“Simon,” I moan.
The sound of his name on my lips triggers something primal in him, and he starts to pick up the pace between us. His grip on my hips is near bruising, but I can’t say my grip on him won’t leave the same marks.
The sound of footsteps moving down the hall towards us makes us both freeze for a moment. We pull back to stare at one another, and for some reason, the idea that we could get caught sets something off in me.
