Chasing after the Professor

ChapterTwo

Carla unlocked her apartment door, mildly aware that this was the first time the two of them had driven anywhere together. This was also the first time that they’d come up to her apartment together, and it struck Carla, that in this moment anyway, she didn’t care.

She didn’t care if anyone saw them leaving the wine bar. She didn’t care if anyone else in her building noticed them pull up. All she cared about was having Ashley here.

That thought should have scared her. Because she had been thinking about the future while they’d been apart over the holidays, about what it would have been like to have Ashley there, having dinner with her family, but she couldn’t see it.

And somehow, Carla would have to resolve that conflict. Because she had briefly thought about ending it. On maybe her third day away from Ashley, when she’d driven home and couldn’t imagine herself introducing her parents to someone who was eighteen years younger than her.

But as the days went by, and it was the weekend once again, Carla couldn’t ignore how much she missed seeing Ashley. By the second weekend, Carla was seriously thinking about coming home early, but she didn’t. She needed the space to try and process these thoughts.

And seeing Ashley again tonight, sitting at the bar in dark wash jeans and a long-sleeved black top that revealed the tiniest bit of cleavage, when Carla had been certain she wouldn’t be there? That had left Carla feeling almost light-headed, because she couldn’t ignore the way just seeing Ashley again had made her feel. Warm. Happy. Loved.

Wait, loved?

Carla’s brain short-circuited when that word popped into her head, but she didn’t have time to analyze it. She’d barely dropped her keys into the wooden tray beside the door when Ashley had her backed up against the wall, one hand on Carla’s cheek, guiding their lips together, the other fumbling with the buttons on her jacket.

Carla sighed into the kiss, sliding her own hand through Ashley’s silky blond hair as she deepened the kiss, a low moan escaping her mouth when their tongues met again.

Not even three weeks. That’s all it had been, yet it felt like three months. More. Carla craved more of Ashley. Her lips. Her body. And as their coats fell to the floor, Carla could think of nothing else except getting her hands on Ashley right then and there.

Heat radiated off Carla as she broke the kiss to lift her own blouse over her head and Ashley did the same, and for one intense moment, their gazes locked, and it triggered a low, swooping feeling in her belly. Feelings. Feelings that Carla definitely shouldn’t be having.

Carla’s hands found Ashley’s hips pulling her closer, pressing their bodies together as their lips met again in a hungry kiss. Carla was overwhelmed with the desire to fuck Ashley right there, inside the door, and she swiftly reversed their positions, backing Ashley up against the door.

Ashley groaned when Carla kissed her harder, and Carla could feel her own wetness pooling as she fumbled with the button on Ashley’s jeans, finally opening it and easing the zipper down, leaving the jeans where they were.

“I need you,” Ashley murmured between kisses, and Carla pressed her palm against Ashley’s lower stomach, sliding it down, underneath the lacy fabric and over her smooth mound until she found the heat between her legs.

Ashley’s hips rocked forward as Carla’s fingers parted her lips and slid through her arousal, lightly circling her clit. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve waited long enough.” Ashley’s words came out in a rush, her head leaning back against the door, her cheeks flushed.

Carla knew exactly what she meant. It wouldn’t take much to get her off. Already. And she had no intention of drawing this moment out any longer. Without saying anything, she dipped her head to kiss the soft skin beneath Ashley’s jaw, trailing open kisses against her neck as her fingers drifted lower, through her slick heat.

Ashley’s hands were on her shoulders, and her grip tightened, her fingers digging into her skin as Carla thrust two fingers inside, a guttural moan leaving Ashley’s lips.

Carla stood up straight, wanting to see the desire in Ashley’s eyes, as she started to find her rhythm, moving her fingers in and out in short, hard strokes, limited by Ashley’s jeans.

“I’m so close,” Ashley panted, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back against the door, her hand hooking behind Carla’s neck, keeping her close as her hips rocked back against Carla’s hand. “Please. Don’t stop.”

Carla’s free hand moved behind Ashley’s back, slipping underneath the waistband of her jeans, gripping her ass through the lace, her strokes even shorter now, faster.

“Oh fuck,” Ashley grunted. Her hand had slid up into Carla’s hair, sending a shiver through Carla’s body as her nails raked against her scalp. And then Ashley brought their lips together in a fiery kiss as she came, her hips bucking against Carla’s hand.

Carla curled her fingers as Ashley clung to her, and they had to break the kiss to catch their breath. Ashley’s grip on her loosened, her body slumping against Carla’s as she carefully withdrew her fingers and wrapped her arms around her.

Carla could hear her pulse thumping her ears, and she couldn’t ignore how amazing it felt to have Ashley in her arms again.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Ashley said, her breathing still ragged. “But I want you, in your bed. I need to see you.” Ashley’s gaze raked over her, still wearing her bra and her pants.

Carla silently reached for Ashley’s hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom.