Page 7 of Pining For My Professor
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Dylan collapseson his back and I can see his crooked grin in my peripheral vision. I’m still breathing heavily, fully in awe of the man lying next tome.
I prop myself onto my side, head in myhands.
“You really made the grade,” Isay.
I look down at his delicious, throbbing dick and all thoughts of cute banter flee my head. Keeping my eyes locked onto his, I reach down and begin to stroke him. Slowly at first, I squeeze his shaft and apply more and more pressure based on his reactions. We never break eye contact and, somehow, this is the sexiest thing that has happened so far tonight. And there has beena lotto choosefrom.
“You’re all mine, Maxine,” he says, pushing his dick deeper and faster into my hand. “But now I want the real thing. Do you want me to fuckyou?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, our eyes still locked. “Get on top of menow,” I say, practicallymoaning.
Dylan climbs on top of me, and I have another view of his perfect body. I briefly wonder how a man so brilliant – who has writtentwo books– still has the time to sculpt such a magnificentbody.
He puts on a condom and starts to tease me again, rubbing his dick up and down myslit.
“You better have liked watching me put that condom on,” he whispers, “because next time you’re going to feel mebare.”
“I would never want anyone judging you before we officially come out as a couple,” he continues, his voicebreathy.
Come out as a couple? This is better than I could have ever imagined. Having sex with Dylan is an absolute dream, but the idea of being with him forever is a complete dream cometrue.
“You ready,baby?”
“So muchmore than ready,” Irespond.
Dylan slides into me, inch by inch. He’s slow at first, knowing of course that this is my first time, but I quickly encourage him to build up a rhythm. He stares deep into my eyes and I grab his ass so that we can get even closer, so that he can be inside of me even more deeply. Before I know it, he’s pounding into me hard. I wrap my legs around his back just like I’d done on the quad, while we were making out against the old oaktree.
“You don’t understand,” he growls, mid-thrust, “how fucking tight you are. This isunreal.”
The intensity of his movements is matched by the intensity in his eyes – he is somehow tender and wild all atonce.
When he moves his head down to kiss me, I know that I’m a goner. My head unconsciously tilts back in pleasure and I tighten my legs aroundhim.
“Come with me, baby,” he says, “come on, comeon.”
He pushes deeply into me and his deep, guttural moan matches my cry of pleasure. We’re making music together, and I never want it tostop.
“I can’t believe it. Two orgasms in onenight.”
“That will be standard around here. You better get used toit.”
“Should we do some reading before bed?” I ask playfully, a jolt of joy and energy surging through my body. I never want this feeling to end. Let’s be honest, I never want to leave Dylan Landry’sbed.
“Bed? We’re not sleeping tonight,Maxine.”
I giggle and roll on top of him. Ireallynever want to leave Dylan Landry’sbed.
