Page 30 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“I think that’s just who you are, but I love that part of you, too, just like I love every part of you.”
“You love me?” My voice trembled, and my heart rejoiced as I stared at him in disbelief.
“Hell yeah, Koi. What the hell you think I’ve been trying to tell you? This ain’t no game to me, ma. I told you that my feelings for you are real. I didn’t just start feeling you when you showed up in that art class and saw ya boy naked. I was feeling you from day one. All the back-and-forth we did with the debates, your guidance before and after class, that was just the setup for the big takedown.”
“Takedown?”
“Yeah, my heart, baby,” he explained and grabbed my hand to place over his chest. I felt the beat of his heart, and I closed my eyes. It had a beautiful thump to it, and I was glad that it was full of love for me.
“Why didn’t you call me back or come to class?”
He sighed and explained, “I caught food poisoning from that taco shit you bought me Thursday night.”
“Oh nooo. Are you serious? I’m so sorry.”
I immediately felt bad and screwed up my face. I couldn’t believe that I was the cause of all this heartache between us, and here I was pushing him away further.
“Shit, I was too. I vomited the entire weekend until there wasn’t anything left in me. I had no energy, was weak as shit, and hungry at the same damn time.”
“Why didn’t you call me or answer my calls or texts?”
“My phone died, and I couldn’t find my charger. Then I lost my phone too. My mama was out of town and came to check on me when she got back in town. She set me straight though. Made me some soup and nursed me back to health.”
“I bet if she knew that I had given it to you, she would hate and blame me for making her son sick.”
“Nah, nothing like that. She knew who I got it from. She warned me to take care of you and your heart though.”
“You told your mama about me?”
“Yeah. Koi, I ain’t playing about you, baby.”
“Did you find your phone?”
“My mama found it in between the couch cushions while she was cleaning my house for me.”
“How did it get there?”
“By doing the same shit that I’m ’bout to do now. Getting up in that ass.”
Salem lifted me, and I locked my legs around his back. He sweetly brushed his lips over mine. I locked my arms behind his neck, and he untied my smock and lowered it. We kept kissing even as he lifted my T-shirt and fingered my nipples with his thumbs.
They hardened at his touch because they were so sensitive. I moaned at the sensation and pressed into his touch.
“Why don’t you show me what you were doing in this smock since you weren’t painting?” he muttered against my lips.
“Mkay. Walk to the back and take the first right.”
He carried me while I was still locked around him, still kissing him, and still feeling my pussy grow hot at just the contact between our two bodies.
We stepped into my art room, and Salem slowly pulled his lips from mine. His eyes lit up, and a smile slowly curved the outer corners of his lips.
“Baby, you did this shit?”
“Well, my work isn’t really shit,” I replied, turning in his arms to look around the room.
“Quit being so damn sensitive, girl. You know what I mean. But for real, this you, Koi?”
I nodded proudly as he took in the sculptures that I made, along with the long wall of pottery I crafted. “This is my first love. I have always been able to draw, and I’m getting better at painting, but pottery and sculpting are what make me happy.”
