Page 13 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

Grinning up at her, I reach up to touch the blush at her cheeks. Her body softens against mine as I circle my arms around her waist. I fall forward with a sigh, hiding my face in her breasts. I inhale her sweetness as I hold her. I don’t know another remedy for my need other than to get my hands on her.

“Needed to see you before tonight. No way I could last an entire day going without you, kitten,” I warn her as I press my face against her throat.

“I think someone is spoiled,” she teases, fingers brushing through my hair. “I... I missed you, Kane. How can I miss you when we just started?”

“Because we both wanted to start a long time ago. I missed you too, baby. Missed what we could be doing together, how I could be kissing you, holding you, hearing your sexy little sounds. God, I cannot wait for tonight.”

“What will we do?” she asks, head tilting back as I pepper kisses up her throat.

“Go on a bonafide date. Dinner, a movie if you want, hand holding, making out after. The whole ordeal. I want you to have it all, kitten.”

Kinsley grins up at me, a soft, sweet smile that makes her eyes light up. The same smile that stole my heart last spring. God, I wasted so much time. I had no idea how to approach her. How does a dumb jock who partied away most of his college career get the beautiful, brilliant professor?

He tells her he wants her and proves it.

“Give me some,” I purr against her mouth, hand tangling in her hair. It’s loose today, spilling down her shoulders and all I can think of is how it will look spread out on my pillows. Her tits bouncing as I drive into her, our hands laced together as our connection tethers us to one another.

With that same sweet smile, Kinsley tilts her head back. I smile too as I press my lips to hers. Her sweetness hits my lips and I groan, craving more. Needing more. My tongue strokes hers, my hand tugging harder at her hair. I want to strip her bare and lose myself inside of her.

“Kane, my class is waiting,” she murmurs before I cover her mouth again, savoring her sugary lips.

“They will keep waiting. We’re used to you being late, kitten. Just a little more. Need it to hold me over till tonight.”

Kinsley moans, her nipples rough against my chest as she rubs against me. I reach between us, finding her left breast, my thumb swiping back and forth. Her thin shirt with the glittering pink skull is silky against her skin as I tease her. Her legs tighten at my hips, pulling me closer and I notch my cock against her panties, wishing we had enough time for me to make her come.

“Tonight, kitten,” I promise between breathless pants as I pull back.

“Tonight,” she repeats with that sweet smile.

Tonight comes four hours later. I am pacing outside her front door, working up the courage to knock. Once again, I am earlier than we agreed. After football practice, I couldn’t wait any longer to see her. I had a hard enough time leaving her to lead her class earlier.

Taking a shaking breath, I clear my throat, straighten my shoulders, and lift my hand to knock. Tonight must be perfect. I need to show Kinsley we can be together. That it does not matter if she’s a few years older or that she is a professor. All that matters is how good we feel when we’re together.

“I was starting to wonder if our date was going to be right here on my front porch,” Kinsley teases before I even get a chance to knock.

Flushing in bemusement, I shake my head. I do a double take. I am not ready for her. Jesus. Kinsley wears a short, pleated skirt with dark stockings and bright red heels. No cute little horror shirt tonight. No, her sweet, round tits swell out of a corset type top with red straps and a crisscrossed front.

“Jesus, kitten,” I growl, reaching out to grab her hips. “You look...hell, you look good enough to eat, Kinsley.”

Pulling her against me, I dip my face in her neck to breathe her in. It grounds me as her soft body crushes to my hard one. My hands slide back to slip beneath her skirt, grasping handfuls of her juicy ass. I pull her tighter against me, grunting when my fingers feel the thin scrap of lace panties.

“Hmm, that can be arranged,” she stuns me, rubbing herself against me.

“Fuck, kitten. Don’t talk dirty to me before I even take you out. I made big plans for us. Give me some first,” I plead, lowering my head as she lifts on her toes.

Our moans mingle as her mouth opens for my tongue. God, how does she taste better every time I kiss her? How do I ever get enough of her if it just gets better each time I get a taste? Pulling her against me, I almost lift her off her feet, deciding maybe I am okay with never getting enough.

“Uh...Kane? It strikes me as odd that I never had to tell you where I live.”

Shame dumps over me like a bucket of ice-cold water. Wincing, I brush past her to go inside, wanting to get this over with. I head for a huge chair in the corner, waiting for her to sit before I kneel. Taking a deep breath, I grasp her hand in mine, brushing my lips over the knuckles. Once she hears the depths of my obsession, she might stop this before it can even start.

“Kinsley, I was not lying before,” I start, my pulse thrumming in my veins as I swallow my anxiety down. “I wanted you long before this tutoring thing. Last spring, I saw you at Excelsior fountain. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to find out who you were. Then I saw you with another professor.”

“How does that explain you knowing where I live? Were you...have you followed me from campus?”

Hearing her say it makes it sound so much worse than it is. Yes, I followed her. It was months ago after I watched an eager student flirt with her. I told myself I was just making sure she was safe. Just playing it safe that no one else had followed her.

“Yes. Before spring break, some jerkoff was flirting with you in class,” I rush my words out in a single breath.

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