Page 9 of The Art of Professing Love

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter.”

“So, what do you think? Shall we share the bed? It’s better than sleeping on the couch.” He looked up at me hopefully.

“I…I would like that,” I said so quietly, the words nearly got lost in the small room.

He nodded. “I hoped that would be your answer.”

Sylvan was about to say something else, but I didn’t give him a chance. I reached my hand around the back of his head, my fingers combing through his long waves, and placed my lips on his. We stayed there like that for an eternity, only pulling away to take a breath before kissing again, and again, and again.

My glasses slid down my nose, so I pulled them off and dropped them on the nightstand, hoping I hadn’t broken them again. I moved my hand to his back, pulling at the ties that kept his light, flowing robes in place. He tugged at my suit jacket, which I shrugged off once he got it far enough down my arms, and then he began to work on the buttons of my shirt.

“What about a condom?” I paused. “Do you have any?”

Sylvan shook his head. “I’m a fae, remember? Human diseases have no effect on me – I’m immune to all your nasty little viruses and bacteria.”

“Are you sure?” I pressed. “I’m not contracting something from a one-night-stand because you promised–“

Sylvan pressed his finger to my lips. “I’m very sure. Look it up if you’re concerned, but I wouldn’t bother.”

His hands returned to my shirt and I gave up querying him. I didn’t exactly trust Sylvan, but my limited knowledge of faefolk led me to believe that he was telling the truth.

With our clothes in a pile on the floor, I pushed Sylvan back onto the bed, climbing on top of him, never ceasing kissing and caressing. His body was perfect – smooth, hairless skin, faint outlines of muscles along his arms and stomach, soft lips, a touch so gentle, I may as well have been embraced by a cloud.

I hoped I would hold up to his standards. It had been a long time since I last had sex – too long, and while I’d never doubted my abilities before, being out of practice took away any confidence I once had.

Sylvan didn’t complain as I slid my hands down his legs, my lips touching every inch of him I could reach. He moaned when I wrapped my hand around his cock, and again when I licked the head of it, getting a taste of his sweet, salty precum.

I wanted him more than words could describe. I felt as though I would die if I couldn’t have him now. I didn’t wait for him to tell me what he wanted to do, focusing only on what brought forth the loudest moan or the longest sigh. This was it. We were too far gone now, and whether I regretted it in the morning or not, right now I didn’t care one bit.

7

SYLVAN

Iwould have been lying if I denied my surprise over Irving’s eagerness. The man was an enigma to me, and later I would have to spend more time trying to figure him out. But right now, I let myself relax and enjoy a few blissful minutes with my cock down his throat.

He brought me to the edge before pulling back, lifting his head so he could pull himself up and kiss me again. He smelled like coffee and tobacco and a hint of cologne left over from the work day – sweet and a little sharp, acrid almost. As soon as our lips broke apart, I took in another deep breath. I needed his scent to permeate me like my life depended on it. I wanted to bury my nose in the sheets tomorrow when he was gone and be transported back to tonight by the lingering fragrance.

I let my fingers dig into his scalp, our chests heaving together, legs entangled around each other. Each breath brought us closer till I didn’t know where I ended and Irving began. Our lips met again, tongues exploring and teeth nearly clacking together. Our noses pressed against each other’s faces, eyelashes tickling the tender skin on our cheekbones.

And then it was over. With a gasp, Irving drew away, leaving me to the shudder of my own orgasm. We were two separate people again, one a fae and one an uptight professor. I leaned my head into his chest, savoring this feeling for one final moment.

“That…that was good,” I said breathlessly.

“Was it?” Irving fell away from me, his back slumping against the wall.

I reached up to open the window wider and let the cool breeze evaporate the sweat on my brow. “Actually, no.” Irving’s eyebrow arched critically. “It was incredible.”

He nodded slowly, taking a moment to catch his breath. “It’s a shame we don’t plan on meeting again. I wouldn’t mind spending another night together – as long as we didn’t have to talk, because that seems to always dissolve into a bit of a mess.”

“Oh, talking wouldn’t be necessary,” I said quickly. “But I’m not looking for a relationship with no strings attached.”

“No, of course not. And neither am I.”

“Then tomorrow we can go back to the library, tell my cousin it didn’t work out, and find new matches. Until then –“ I yawned and fell back, letting my head rest on the pillow –“I’m going to get some sleep. I suggest you do the same before it gets so late it’s morning again.”

Cautiously, Irving lay down next to me, throwing the quilt over both of us. He placed his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer to him. I didn’t say a word, but secretly, I was grateful. The heat of the moment had faded and I held back a shiver as the cool air settled in, our bodies holding in each other’s warmth under the blanket.

I had no idea what time I fell asleep, but when I awoke, the birds were chirping and the sun was just beginning to rise over the tree line. A strange pressure over my midsection kept me from getting up, and when I turned to look out the window, I remembered: the professor was in bed with me.

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