Page 60 of The Professor
“When I was a kid, I used to love to lay out here and watch the stars. Well, I used to race around for a while, but my dad eventually got me to settle,” he says with a laugh. “Anyway, when I was a teenager, I used to love bringing chicks back to the woods and getting them to watch the stars so I could make a move.”
“Is this a story about how unoriginal this idea is,” I ask, laughing.
He chuckles and squeezes my hand. “Just listen.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it. “Before I left for college I used to come out here to watch the stars and clear my head. Once I got to the East Coast I didn’t watch the stars anymore. Then, well, things happened and I totally lost my love for watching them. It hurt too much, until I met you. You made me want to watch the stars again, Emma. You made me not only want to watch them, but with you.” Turning his head to look at me, he softly kisses my lips. “I love you, Emma Bower.”
The air is literally sucked out of my lungs. It’s a damn good thing I’m already on the ground. I never expected this, never thought that he would fall for me. Yet, here he is telling me he loves me and damn if I don’t feel the same.
Blinking back tears, I smile. “I love you too, Drake Grayson.”
He closes his eyes briefly before rolling on top of me. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he kisses me. He kisses me like I’m his lifeline and I love it. I want to be his lifeline because he’s definitely become mine.
Pulling back slightly, he begins to unbutton my dress, until it falls open. He gaze falls to my body and it turns me on watching how he looks at me. The sudden need to have him inside me is overwhelming and I reach up, tugging at his shirt. He complies and pulls it over his head. His amazing upper body looks even more sexy, if that’s possible, with the soft glow of the candles and moonlight. I unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down while he stares down at me. It’s fucking hot and my body is starting to burn with desire waiting on him to touch me.
He makes quick work of removing his jeans, tossing a condom on the blanket. Leaning down he begins to slowly and softly kiss his way up my right leg and I lift my hips when he gets close to my pussy, but he stops. Moving back down he repeats the kissing up my left leg, once again avoiding my now very wet pussy. My fingers sink into his hair as he continues the slow, soft kissing up my stomach.
Grabbing my wrists, he pins my arms above my head. His dark eyes snap to mine and I can see the heat in them. Continuing his quest, he kisses my breasts through my bra, carefully avoiding my nipples. When he reaches my neck he sucks lightly before he sinks his teeth in.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
It feels good, but hurts at the same time. My reaction only encourages him. Using one hand to hold both my wrists, he uses the other to skillfully remove my bra. My breasts are heavy with the need to be touched, but when he bites down I can’t help but arch my back letting out a moan. I hear him let out a growl before he sinks his teeth in again, and I know for sure he’s leaving me marked. It only turns me on more.
Releasing his hold on my wrists, he rips my panties off and grabs my legs tossing them over his shoulders as his mouth connects with my dripping pussy. My hands fly to his shoulders and my nails dig in. He’s licking, sucking, and biting my pussy, which has me rubbing it against him.
“Don’t stop rubbing that pussy on me,” he demands.
His mouth attacks me again and I moan. It feels so incredible. He’s no stranger to this, it’s been made very clear. He knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly where to touch me, how fast or slow to let his tongue go. Like right now, as he kisses my pussy like he would my mouth. His hot breath on me, his tongue pushing in and out of me, his fingers digging into my thighs. It’s impossible to not rub against him, wanting my release to rip through me. To let go of this build up I have burning inside me.
“Don’t hold back, Emma. Let go,” he commands.
This bossy man can make me come just with his deep, sexy voice, and within a minute that’s exactly what I do.
“Fuck, Drake,” I shout as my orgasm explodes.
He licks every last drop I have to give before he puts my legs down. I’m still reeling from my release as I watch him remove his boxers and roll the condom over his hard dick. It’s fucking hot.
Grabbing me, he rolls us so I’m now on top of him. “Ride me, Emma.”
Watching him stare up at me as his hands rest on my thighs, well it’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I lift myself up and without hesitation slam down on his awaiting cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers digging into me.
I start to move, a bit slow at first, but once I find my rhythm, I pick up speed and watch in fascination as his lips part and his sultry eyes connect with mine. The faster I move, the more he groans. Being the one to make him do that is like a fucking fantasy. This unbelievably sexy as hell, highly intelligent professor, is coming undone because of me.
He starts to lift his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. We are both sweating and moaning, hands wandering and hearts pounding. The need to make him come has taken over and I can’t even think straight.
“Fuck, you feel so good Emma. Your pussy tightening on my cock is going to make me explode,” he moans out.
“Don’t fight it,” I timidly say.
“Never.”
I’m so fucking close and I know he can feel it, so when he moans he’s close and digs his fingers in deeper, I can’t fight it. It’s completely unexpected and it nearly rips me in half. Especially when he comes right behind me.
“Fuck yes,” he shouts, as his releases finds him.
Pulling me down to him, he kisses me soft and deep. His hands are rubbing my back and I could stay here forever surrounded by him.
“I love you, Emma,” he whispers, searching my eyes.
