Chasing after the Professor

But Carla’s hand found hers, easing it away and interlacing their fingers as she pressed Ashley’s hand back against the sheets. Carla’s lips found hers, her tongue skimming over Ashley’s, deepening the kiss.

Carla’s lips moved to Ashley’s jaw and then to the spot just below her earlobe, her tongue flicking out to tease her. And then Carla’s throaty voice was in her ear. “Roll over.”

Ashley turned her head to try and find Carla’s lips before she complied, but Carla pulled away. Ashley watched Carla slide away from her, motioning with her finger to roll over.

Ashley loved it when Carla took control, like she had when she’d pressed Ashley up against the door earlier, fucking her with short, fast strokes until Ashley was a quivering mess.

But Ashley had never really challenged her when Carla got that look in her eyes. So, instead of turning over, Ashley sat up, her eyes meeting Carla’s.

Ashley slid her arm around Carla’s waist, attempting to pull her into a kiss, their gazes still locked, but Carla ducked out of it and had Ashley on her stomach, hitting the sheets with a grunt, the breath leaving her lungs as she tried to figure out what just happened.

Carla’s warm body covered her back, her hands sliding over Ashley’s shoulders and down her arms until she found Ashley’s hands and pinned them to the sheets above her head.

“You’ll have to be quicker than that,” Carla murmured in her ear before flicking her tongue over it.

Ashley’s skin tingled, her clit pulsating at the sensation of Carla’s body entirely covering hers, and Ashley could feel Carla’s arousal against her ass.

The things this woman did to her.

Ashley knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come. She was already so wound up.

Ashley bit her lip as Carla swept Ashley’s hair away from her neck, and Ashley could feel Carla’s hard nipples grazing her back as she kissed Ashley’s neck, slowly moving down her spine, just one hand holding Ashley’s down against the sheets.

Carla eased Ashley’s legs apart with her thigh, and Ashley gladly made room for whatever it was Carla wanted to do to her.

A moan escaped Ashley’s lips when Carla’s nails lightly dragged across her back, sending a shiver through her body and leaving her skin tingling.

Carla’s fingertips danced up Ashley’s thigh as she bent down, her breath hot against Ashley’s ear.

“Did you really miss me?” Carla asked, her voice gravelly and low.

“Yes.” Ashley couldn’t think. Carla had barely touched her, and she already felt like she might explode. What she really wanted to say was ‘Fuck me,’ but Ashley managed to keep that thought to herself, because Carla would only drag this out further if she knew how tightly Ashley was wound right now.

Carla’s fingers were so light against her skin, so close to her center, grazing her sex without parting her folds. It was all Ashley could do to remain still and not squirm beneath her touch.

“I thought about this,” Carla murmured, her lips hot against Ashley’s neck. “About pinning you down like this. About taking you from behind.”

“Fuck,” Ashley moaned. She didn’t think she could be any more turned on but then Carla’s voice had always down insane things to her. Never mind the words coming out of her mouth.

“Did you think about me?”

Ashley’s eyes fluttered closed as Carla’s fingers lazily moved up and down her sex without ever parting her folds.

Did she ever think about Carla?

The better question was did she ever not think about Carla. Her professor dominated her thoughts more than ever these last few weeks.

And then Carla’s fingers were gone, and Ashley’s eyes snapped open. Carla’s hand still covered her own above her head, but the one between her legs had disappeared.

“Because,” Carla said, her lips on Ashley’s shoulder. “If you didn’t, you can tell me.” Her lips moved to Ashley’s neck. “Sometimes, I think I might be more invested in this than you are,” she murmured, her tongue trailing up to Ashley’s ear.

Ashley couldn’t think. Surely, she was imagining this. There was no way Carla was actually saying those words. Ashley must have been delirious.

“And that’s okay,” Carla whispered.

Ashley’s heart hammered in her chest. Carla was really saying those words. Why? Why now when Ashley couldn’t think? When all she wanted was Carla’s fingers inside her?

“I shouldn’t be falling for you anyway,” Carla continued, her breath warm against Ashley’s neck. “But I think I am.”

Ashley whimpered, both from anticipation and Carla’s words, and as much as she wanted to say something in return, now wasn’t really the time. Not with her hands pinned up above her head, her cheek against the pillow. Her words would more than likely be strangled or muffled. And if she was going to let her know that she felt the same way, she wanted Carla to hear her properly.

But the conversation was over. The moment was gone. Because Carla’s hand was sliding over her ass, her fingers so close.

Ashley’s hips lifted to meet Carla’s fingers, pushing her ass further into her hand, and then Carla’s touch moved lower. Ashley was so wet that Carla entered her smoothly with a long, slow thrust.

“Oh fuck,” Ashley groaned, her breathing already ragged as Carla withdrew and entered her again, finding a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes.

Ashley wanted to touch herself, to bring her to the edge even faster, but Carla’s weight kept Ashley’s hands where they were.

“I’ll decide when you come,” Carla murmured.

Ashley moaned, and she didn’t know whether it was Carla’s voice or the way she was taking charge, or the feeling of Carla’s body pressed against her own, her nipples brushing across Ashley’s back, but she came so hard, so quickly, with just a few more of those deep thrusts.

Ashley cried out, her hips bucking, and then Carla was moving her fingers inside her, and a second orgasm rocked her.

Ashley’s body went limp, her legs aching, her pulse racing. She could feel Carla getting comfortable beside her, her hand lightly resting on Ashley’s back, maybe to encourage her to roll onto her back, but Ashley couldn’t move. She needed a minute.