Page 5 of Prosecco with My Professor
When I can’t reach any further, I draw my gaze back up to hers and hold it for a beat before slowly lowering myself to my knees. Years of playing football means I can’t do this for long, but a few minutes will be completely worth the stiffness.
Emma’s eyes widen.
My fingers are at the hem of her dress, playing with it lightly. I inch it up the soft expanse of pale thigh, keeping my eyes on hers. Her breath accelerates, her lips part, and the smell of her arousal hits me. My eyelids flutter, and I nuzzle the skin I’ve exposed.
When I look up, Emma’s dropped her head back and I take it as an invitation to move further. I groan when I reveal her soft pink panties with a damp spot between her legs.
“So sexy.” I whisper the words against her skin. Her hips shift as I run my fingers up her sides, hooking them into her panties and tugging down. Her stance widens, so I only take them down to her knees.
She smells so fucking good. Emma’s left her hair natural, soft curls in such a light, fine color, that I can’t tell if it’s blonde or gray. I place my palm on her belly, using my thumb to stroke the hairs. When I glance up to check on her, she’s thrown her head back, her chest heaving in anticipation.
I press my open mouth against her at the bottom of her mons. My tongue slides down, spread flat and delving between her lips and over her clit, curling when I get to?—
“Stop,” Emma says, and I freeze. I pull back to look up at her, and my stomach twists. She’s not wide-eyed in pleasure but in panic. “I have to—” She fumbles with her panties. “I have to go.”
“What? Emma?—”
She doesn’t even get the material up over her hips, just enough so that she can leave. The next thing I know, I’m on my knees in my empty hallway, the doors slamming behind her, leaving me alone.
“Miao.”
Correction—alone with my cat.
3
Emma
I’m notsure what I’m going to walk into at the hotel room—it hasn’t been long, my friends could still be out at the bar—but when I open the door to one of the adjoining rooms we’ve booked, Sara is sitting on top of the covers of one bed and on her phone, a soft smile on her face. She glances up at me in surprise. “Hey, what are you doing back?”
I don’t know where Jade and Tessa are, but I throw my bag in the general direction of the table and flop face-first onto the bed next to her. “I couldn’t do it,” I say, voice muffled by the comforter, but thankfully, Sara is proficient in Emma-feelings enough to make an educated guess. Her hand lands softly on my shoulder.
“Couldn’t do what?”
I flop right-side-up and we both wiggle into a comfortable position on the bed, backs against the headboard.
“He wanted to go down on me. I mean, he went down on me. But it was…” I trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“It wasn’t good?” Sara guesses.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Do you know how long it’s been since a man has gone down on me?” Then I wince because Sara’s husband passed many years ago when her daughter was a toddler. “Sorry. I should remember who I’m talking to.”
“It’s okay,” Sara says, grabbing my hand and pulling it into her lap, then patting it. “How long has it been?”
I have to think about when the last time my ex-husband did that—Itryto think about it, but I’m tired, and it was not that memorable. Maybe our twentieth anniversary? “I honestly don’t remember the last time Bruce did that. Years. He never did like it, anyway.”
Sara chuckles. “It’s been a long time for me, too, so my memory might be a little hazy. But I don’t remember Kit being all that good at it. I mean, we were so young; everything was just rolled up with enthusiasm. And after Zoe was born, it was a lot of quickies as we could catch them.”
“What about some of the guys you’ve dated recently?”
“I think we either never got to that part or skipped the foreplay.”
“You should never skip the foreplay,” Jade interrupts as the door to the bathroom swings open. She’s wrapped her hair up in a towel and has a T-shirt and shorts on for sleeping. “Emma,” she says, eyebrow raising in surprise. “Is everything okay?”
By the time I’ve filled Jade in, the door to the hallway opens, and Tessa joins us. Before I can say anything, Jade waves a hand. “Yes, Emma’s back. She’s fine. He was fine, but the night was not a success.”
“Oh,” Tessa says, sitting at the foot of the bed and giving my bare foot a squeeze. “Are you going to see him again?”
I shake my head hard. “Definitely not. I basically just ran out of his apartment, and he probably thinks there’s something wrong with me.”
