Page 43 of The Naughty Professor
“Come here,” I whispered.
He did.
I caught his face in my hands and kissed him—gentler this time, letting him taste the promise in it, the steadiness beneath the fire.His hands came up to my waist, tentative at first, then surer, stronger.
We moved together toward the bed, slow steps that felt like crossing some invisible line.When his knees hit the mattress, I eased him back onto it, the sheets rustling beneath us.He lay there, chest rising, eyes dark with something between awe and fear.
“Let me,” I murmured.
I leaned over him, kissed the corner of his mouth, then the hollow of his throat.He shivered.My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, working them open one by one, unwrapping him like something precious.Each button felt like a breath, a heartbeat, a small surrender.
When I reached the last one, I paused, looked up at him.
“You’re sure?”I asked.
His answer came out in a whisper, rough but certain.“Yes.”
I pulled his shirt off and then dropped it on the floor.I heard his shoes drop, then I pressed my hand against his erection, stretching the front of his jeans.Thorne’s breath shuddered, then I pulled the zipper down, and smiled.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment,” I breathed, and for a second I felt dizzy.
I pulled his pants down, dropped them to the floor, then his boxer briefs.His thick cock was like a work of art.I grabbed it firmly, feeling the heat of it against my palm.Thorne gasped, his hips arching up to meet my touch.I stroked him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure, his lips parting as he struggled to keep his moans at bay.
“Lie back,” I instructed, my voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through the room.He complied, his body sinking into the mattress, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation.
I trailed kisses down his chest, lingering on each nipple, flicking my tongue over the sensitive flesh until he was squirming beneath me.Thorne’s fingers threaded through my hair, tugging gently as I moved lower, my breath hot against his skin.I felt tremors running through him, the way his body begged for more even as his mind reeled from the intensity of the moment.
“Please,” he whispered, the word barely audible.It was a plea, a surrender, and it ignited something primal within me.
I took him into my mouth, and his entire body jerked as if electrified.I worked him with long, sure strokes, my tongue teasing the underside of his shaft, my hand cupping and massaging his balls.His taste, his scent, the ragged sounds he made—it was intoxicating.
Thorne was lost in sensation, his control unraveling with every passing second.I could sense him reaching the edge, his body tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.
I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, and I slowed my movements, drawing out the moment, keeping him on the precipice.I wanted this to last, for him to feel every exquisite second.
“Not yet,” I said, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart.“I want to feel you come undone with me inside you.”
“Wait,” Thorne gasped.“Let me taste you too.I don’t want this to be over so soon.”His words hung in the air, a plea that resonated with my thrumming desire.I nodded, a silent agreement and shifted my position, straddling his chest so that we were face to face, my cock inches from his parted lips.Thorne’s eyes darkened with need, and he lifted his head slightly, his breath a warm whisper against my sensitive skin.
Slowly, he extended his tongue, teasing the tip along my length, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.I let out a low moan, my hand instinctively reaching down to tangle in his hair, guiding him but not forcing, allowing him to set the pace.Thorne opened his mouth wider, taking me in, and the sensation of his wet heat enveloping me was nearly overwhelming.I watched him, the way his eyes fluttered closed, the way his throat worked as he took me deeper, the way his hands gripped my thighs for balance.
I could feel the tension building within me, but I held back, wanting to savor this moment, to draw out our pleasure until we were both mindless with it.
“Enough,” I whispered, pulling away.“I need to be inside you.”
Thorne nodded, his lips swollen, his eyes glazed with desire.“I bought condoms and stuff a few months ago after my friend — shit, never mind.They’re in the top drawer of the nightstand.”
I reached over to the nightstand, fumbling slightly with the drawer in my eagerness.Inside, I found the unopened box of condoms and a small bottle of lube.
Thorne watched me, his gaze heated and hungry, as I tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth.I rolled the latex down my length, then coated myself liberally with lube.His breath hitched as I slicked my fingers and reached between his legs, teasing his entrance.
“Relax,” I whispered, kissing him deeply as I circled the sensitive ring of muscle.He melted into the kiss, his body yielding to my touch.When I pressed inside, he tensed for a fraction of a second before relaxing again, a soft moan escaping his lips.
I took my time, stretching him gently, adding another finger when he was ready.His hips rocked in time with my movements, his need for more than my fingers evident in every breath and moan.
“Please,” Thorne begged again, his voice thick with desire.“I’m ready.”
