Page 25 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“Nah, baby. You don’t understand. I can’t fuck you now not because I don’t want you—but because I want more than that,” I said, pulling her closer so she could feel how hard my dick still was for her. “I don’t just wanna fuck you. I wanna make love to you, baby. I wanna worship your body, kiss every inch of you, go slow and deep until your whole soul knows I’m in love with you. The kind of love you’re probably still scared of.”
“I’m ready,” she cut in, fast and breathless.
I froze for a beat.
She reached for my face, her palm warm on my cheek, her eyes shining with something I knew took all her courage to show. “I won’t lie, I was afraid. It felt too fast, too deep, and I panicked. But now I don’t wanna fight this anymore. I feel safe with you. I feel seen. I feel fucking loved. I want you, Nolan. And I’m ready for everything you have to offer.”
And that’s when I lost it.
I crashed my mouth onto hers, our lips colliding in a kiss so deep, so goddamn tender it made my heart throb and my dick ache. Her moan slipped into my mouth, and I swallowed that sound like it was holy. My fingers curled into her waist, pulling her closer until I couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began. Her lips parted, her tongue met mine, soft and slow, and my whole chest caught fire. My heart was beating like war drums in my ears.
I didn’t rush it. I took my time undressing her—sliding that thin ass nightgown off her shoulders, dragging that tiny thong down her thighs like I was unwrapping a gift meant only for me. My eyes traced every soft curve, every place my hands were about to claim again. She was breathing heavy, nipples tight, pussy already glistening. Fuck, she was so wet, my mouth watered.
I settled between her legs, nose brushing her inner thigh as I looked up at her.
“I’m about to go in you so deep, so slow, so goddamn passionate,” I growled, voice dark with everything I’d been holding in. “Your body is gonna remember every fucking inch of the love I have for you, Miss Morrow. You ready to take this dick, baby?”
Her body trembled, chest rising, eyes wide with heat and surrender. “Yes… I want you, Professor Hendrix.”
She was mine. Every part of her. And I was about to show her exactly what the fuck that meant.
Chapter Eleven
Lena Morrow
I told him I was ready for him, because that’s how I felt. Ready to take everything he wanted to give me. When he said he wanted to make love to me, my heart raced in my chest. It was intense, overwhelming, but so real. And I knew I wanted it. I wanted a man like him to love me with his words, his body, and every damn part of his soul.
Nolan kissed me with so much tenderness, I melted into his arms like honey on warm skin. His lips teased mine, dancing over them, upper lip then lower, slow and addictive; before his tongue slid into my mouth, deep and confident, curling around mine like he already owned me. I gasped, moaning softly into him, my breath hitching when his firm palms cupped my breasts. He massaged them gently, then firmer, thumbs brushing over my nipples until theypebbled. When he pinched the tips, a shock ran straight through me...
“Hmmm… Professor Hendrix,” I moaned, breathless.
Nolan pulled back just a little, his eyes locking on mine with heat and emotion so strong it left me dizzy. I saw everything in his gaze—lust, need, and something deeper.Love. It was all there, flooding his pupils.
“No, not that this time,” he whispered, voice soft and tender. “Don’t call me that. No ‘Professor,’ no ‘Mr.’ Just Nolan…yourNolan.”
His tenderness shattered me. My heart ached with how full it felt. I reached up, cupped his cheek in my palm, and pulled him back to me.
“Make love to me, Nolan…myNolan.”
He smiled, lips brushing mine again in a kiss that was torturously slow and achingly sweet. His touch on my skin was deep, dragging, worshipping. Every caress sent chills through me, made me ache for more, like he was giving me everything but still holding back just enough to make me crave him harder.
His mouth slid down to my neck. When I felt his wet tongue glide over my skin, a moan escaped me—loud, helpless. I wasn’t even fully touched yet, and I was already on the edge of paradise.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered between kisses, hands trailing lower. “And your smell drives me fucking crazy.”
“Nolan…” I whimpered.
“Yes, mama… You like it when I touch you like this?”
“Yes… I love it, daddy,” I said, not even thinking.
He paused. His dick already pressed against me hardened even more.
“You trying to drive a nigga insane? Say that again and I’m gon’ get you pregnant tonight.”
He went back to work, kissing every inch of my body, his mouth trailing from my collarbone down the valley of mychest, then lower. He stopped at my breasts, giving them his full attention. He sucked one deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple before lightly grazing it with his teeth. His other hand massaged the other, fingers rolling and tugging at the tip.
“Shit… Nolan… hmmm.”
