Page 53 of Until We Meet Again

His fingers trace lazy circles on my stomach while I stroke his arm. What we're doing feels incredibly intimate, bringing us closer in the best way, which I love, but it also terrifies me.

Once the chapter ends, he places the book back on the nightstand. "Now you're ready for chapter eight."

"You realize that's favoritism, don't you?" I tilt my head back, peering up at his face, only to find him returning my stare with an affectionate smile.

"Well, you are my favorite, sweetheart."

These damn butterflies need to stop. Right. Now.

We settle into a comfortable silence, and I relax into him as he runs his hand through my hair and softly massages my scalp.

"You did so well today, Tessa."

"I did nothing but shout out in pain." I laugh, but I know it bothered him. I can hear it in his voice.

"Was it really that bad?"

"Honestly? Yes, but I'm so glad we did it."

"The next time will be a completely different experience, but I think we should wait a few days." I hit him with a pout, and he laughs before rubbing his jaw with his hand. "Are you still sore?"

"A little."

"Then how about you come sit on my face, and I'll see if I can make you feel better?"

Before I can respond, he slides down the bed, prompting me to spin around and face him. Standing on the bed, I gradually slide his sweatpants off, revealing myself to him. His hands glide up my calves, and he tightly holds the edge of my T-shirt. Witha light tug, he pulls me closer, causing my knees to fall on either side of his face.

"Perfect," he murmurs.

His hands move to my waist, and his fingertips slide over my stomach while he places delicate kisses on my thighs. Every inch of me ignites when his lips make contact with my clit, and as his tongue begins to swirl over me, I lean back on my hands.

"Your mouth is everything." His hands rise from my hips, disappearing under my shirt, and he massages my nipples in a back-and-forth motion that lights me up like a fucking firework.

"Ride my face, sweetheart. Take whatever you need from me." I lean forward and fist his hair, my hips starting to move of their own accord as I shamelessly grind against his mouth.

"Holy shit, oh god." Seconds later, I erupt around his tonguewhile his hands eagerly explore every inch of my skin.

I catch my breath, and my body slowly separates from his. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his chest before his lips touch mine, and a deep groan escapes him as he molds me against his body."You look so beautiful when you come."

Kisses, so many kisses.

"It's my turn to take care of you." He straightens up in bed, watching me as I boldly remove his underwear. He's solid, and when his cock springs out, it crashes against his carved abs.

"You seem more worked up than usual, Professor," I smirk up at him and start to rub his cock up and down, teasingly slow.

"After being inside that tight little cunt today, I'm about ready to blow my fucking load." When I kiss the tip of him, he jerksin my palm. "Stop being a tease and swallow me, Tessa."

Yes, sir.

I wrap my tongue around his head, tasting the precum that's gathered at the tip, before lowering all the way down. Hereleases a deep, guttural groan as his eyes roll and his dick pulses inside my mouth.

"So sensitive." I grip him in my hand and run my tongue over his balls.

"Fuck, Tessa. Feels so good."

"You wanna fuck my mouth?" As soon as the question leaves me, it unleashes the side of him that I crave, and he rises to his feet.

"Ass on the edge of the bed and remove the shirt. I want you naked." I lift his T-shirt off my body, baring myself to him once more.

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