Page 42 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“That’s fine, but remember, in the future, I will always be here to help you make whatever decisions you need to make. You never have to do this alone, baby.”
She nodded. “Open it,” she demanded giddily.
“Okay, okay.” I untied the string that was tied around the brown paper wrapping. My eyes widened as I slowly removed the paper and peeled it away.
The large canvas was in a gold, ornate frame, with etched leaves in the frame. But it wasn’t the pricey frame that drew my attention, but the picture that was held inside.
It was a life-sized portrait of me. It wasn’t the picture of me at the art studio in the nude. I had seen that picture already at her place. This picture was something new that I hadn’t even known she was painting.
“What’s this? When did you do it?” I asked in fascination.
She tugged at the cross around her chain. “Do you like it?” she asked nervously.
“Baby, I love it! When did you do this?”
“I’ve been working on it for weeks.”
“I don’t recall you taking this picture, Koi.”
“I took it in my mind’s eye. It was the day that you were engaged in that political debate with Tyler Somers in class right after spring break. You were so passionate about your topic, emotional dynamics of relationships, and I remember being so proud of you because you were finally passionate about something. But not just passionate, but well informed, in control, and knowledgeable about your topic.”
I chuckled, recalling that day very well. I had left my opponent lost for words and stammering as he tried to refute my points.
“Yeah, I remember. That wasn’t long after we discussed passion.”
“I’m so glad that you listened.”
“I’m glad that you taught me all about passion, baby. But it wasn’t in the classroom where I learned my most valuable lessons. They were right here,” I explained and pulled her intomy arms. “Right in this apartment is where you taught me everything that I needed to know about passion.”
Koi threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down. “I missed you so badly,” she confessed against my lips before she pressed into a kiss.
My arms wrapped around her as I untied the halter top that was tied behind her neck. Slowly, the material bunched between our chests as we continued to kiss, exploring everything that we had missed in the last month.
Her mouth was warm and sweet, and she reminded me of everything that my soul craved in that kiss. She brought back to mind everything that she had taught me in the weeks we shared.
Her taste was engraved in my soul, and I loved how we made love to each other’s mouths. My hands dropped to her waist, and I maneuvered them to the front of her waistband. I slid the button of her jeans through the hole before I unzipped them.
Koi shook her body as I worked her jeans over her hips. When she stood before me in nothing but her thong, my dick ached to be buried inside of her. I refused to rush this reunion between us. I wanted to taste and touch every part of her soul and being.
She stared into my eyes as she hooked her thumb into the waistband of her thong and tugged it down.
“I wish that I could sculpt you, beautiful. But no matter what could be created by man’s hands, nothing would ever compare to the masterpiece that you are. God outdid Himself when he created you.”
She smiled sweetly at me and stepped closer.
“You’re the perfect one,” she whispered. “A vision of ecstasy.”
“We’re beautiful together,” I replied.
I pulled my graphic T-shirt over my head and unfastened my denim cargo shorts. Toeing my gym shoes off, I allowed Koi to tug my underwear down. I watched her kneel as she tugged themdown to my feet. When I stepped out of them, she remained on her knees.
“I missed him so much,” she confessed as she took my weeping arousal into her hands. Her tongue made an appearance and licked away the precum that beaded at the tip of my dick.
My eyes closed as she took me into her mouth. My fingers cupped the back of her head, and I gently pulled her closer. I loved that my baby had no gag reflex at all. She slowly worked her way further back until she had me at the back of her throat.
This woman had the power to make me feel like a little boy sometimes. I damn sure needed to step up my game if I didn’t want to nut prematurely. Yet she was so tempting and so good at what she did that I couldn’t pull out either.
I pulled back just a little and then thrust into her mouth again. I thrust deeper and deeper each time, holding her head firmly between my hands. Just before I came, I pulled out.
