Page 77 of Architecti
I purse my lips.I’d already come to the same conclusion.I just didn’t want to admit it, because saying it out loud makes it real.Just like I’ve already concluded it must be something to do with the runes on my neck.There’s nothing else unique about me.
“You know, don’t you?”she says, narrowing her gaze at me.
“No.I suspect though…”
She paces the apartment.“Why you?What could they want with you?”
Her brain whirs loud as she strides up and down, up and down.I wait, knowing she’ll come to the same conclusion I did.Her body moves bold and confident as she thinks.It makes the question I have to ask her easier.
She halts suddenly.“The runes?”
I nod.
“Then we have to make them appear again…” she says, her features brightening, knowing we can take action in this mystery.
“Yes… But… I’ve been thinking about that, and the fact we’ve only seen them twice.”
“That’s right, we saw them—Oh,” she stops mid-sentence, her eyes widening as once again, she comes to the same conclusion I did.
“Oh dear, Professor,” she growls.
My skin heats.I’ve been avoiding this conversation, knowing the risks we’d have to take.And the fact I am barely clinging to my self-control around her as it is.
“That is a real shame… isn’t it…” Her expression glimmers.
I shake my head, trying and failing to suppress the smile.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Says the woman needing an orgasm.”She saunters over, nudges my thighs apart, sliding hers between mine and pressing up against my pussy.
My breath hitches.
“I think, Professor, that you want… correction.I think youneedme to spread your legs.Bend you over that sofa and finish what I started in the library.”
I whimper because that’s exactly what I want and need.Her fingers come to my belt, which she unbuckles, followed by my trousers.
She slides to her knees and pulls my shoes, socks, trousers and underwear off.
And I don’t stop her.
Because it’s not just the runes I want, it’s her.
She starts on my top and bra until I’m fully naked while she’s still fully clothed.
There is something about the dominance of that.The fact I’m utterly bare, vulnerable, desperate.
And she is wholly in control.
She pushes between my legs, spreading my naked pussy with the force of her hips.A cold rush of air caresses my cunt as she lifts me by the thighs and places me on the kitchen counter.
She keeps her eyes on me but grips my knees and shoves them further apart.
Her eyes never leave mine, but they want to.I know it by the way she bites her bottom lip that she’s clinging to my gaze instead of raking them down my body.
“Midnight, we shouldn’t.”
She grins.
