If the few days of distance had allowed her to forget our connection, then tonight would remind her.
It took us far too long to actually get inside my home because we had to keep pausing; we couldn’t keep our hands off of one another. I was glad to see that Christine didn’t care about people walking past us here. She knew as well as I did that they weren’t from NYU, so who cared? They probably didn’t even give a shit—people in New York City barely paid attention to one another anyway, so it wasn’t an issue.
Eventually though, by some miracle, we fell through the door to my home still entangled in one another, which was when I really started to heat up. I kept thinking about the night we screwed in the bar during that job, the time we got hot and heavy in my office, the evening I found her room and things got wild.
That was nothing compared to tonight.
The hunger in Christine’s eyes matched my own. Thank fuck, because I was an animal, all ready to erupt. As eagerly as I shredded the clothing from her body, she tore the material off of me as well. Tonight was primal, running on instinct, and fuck that did me good.
“Sit on my face,” I begged her as soon as we were naked. I needed her soaking wet core all over me. “I’ve been wanting to taste you all week long.”
Christine pressed a hand to my chest and pushed me back to the couch. I fell willingly, running my eyes all over her as I did. She was hot, with a tight little body and curves in all the right places. Her breasts were fire, her pussy pounding. I couldn’t wait to touch her.
I lay my head back into the couch cushions as she straddled over me, giving me just what I wanted, no questions asked. I grabbed her perfect ass tight, hoping my fingers left little purple marks there as a reminder that she was mine, and I devoured her.
Her clit needed me the most, it was practically throbbing for me. Poor Christine had been abandoned alone in the Sahara Desert without anyone pleasuring her as well. I had to remember that.
“Oh, my bad boy,” she groaned as she rocked her hips back and forth. “My bad boy professor.”
That comment was a bit of a tease. I didn’t think she’d like it so much, but I could see in her slack-jawed expression that was what she needed. She was the good girl who needed someone like me to turn her life upside down.
Well, she didn’t need to ask me twice.
I flipped her over until she was on her front, those perfect breasts of hers pushed into the couch cushions, then I leaned down until my mouth was hovering just over her ass.
“I bet you’ve never had someone fuck you this way.”
She shivered, but said nothing. The silence spoke volumes.
“Maybe I should be the first one, huh?”
She tensed up, causing me to chuckle. I wasn’t planning on pushing her that far right now, not when we had all the time in the world, but I couldn’t help wanting to keep making her nervous. She was her true, vulnerable self when anxious, and that riled me up.
I hovered by her ass, even pressing my cock against her, but once I was certain that she was a shuddering mess, I finally hooked my hands underneath her hips and yanked her up to meet me.
On her hands and knees, just as I liked her.
Christine kept pushing herself back, moaning in agony because I wasn’t giving her exactly as she wanted on demand. Had she forgotten that I was the one in charge here? Not just because I was her professor, but because I was always in control?
Not of myself though, not as much as I wanted to be. I caved to temptation and thrust hard way before I was really ready to. It felt phenomenal though, especially as she was determined to keep thrusting back just as hard.
Christine didn’t notice it at first, but I had angled us perfectly so, while fucking, I could watch us in the giant mirror in front of us. It was like living in a porno and watching it at the same time. Super sexy. Even hotter when she finally lifted up her head and caught sight of us.
I knew she liked it because she clamped tightly onto me.
A whole weekend where I could bend this little minx into any position I wanted. Heaven. She wasn’t going anywhere until I’d had her at least once in every single room.
Christine pushed up until she was sitting up in front of me, while I was still inside of her, so I could see every scrap of her rock solid body reflected right back at me in the mirror.
My hands immediately ran all over her, touching the parts of her which lured me in from our reflection. By the time I was ready to bury my fingers between her thighs to play with her clit, I knew I was close myself. A strange new zinging energy rocketed through me. I knew this was going to make up for the week I’d spent untouched.
My name kept tumbling out of Christine’s lips, which kept my eyes on her mouth as I pushed us both closer to the knife edge of desire. There was something so right about hearing my name be the one she called out. It was like pure sex, intense adrenaline, and I needed it.
I couldn’t let anything stand in the way of that, in the way of us.
Fuck NYU, if it came to that, screw everything. I only wanted her. Never had I ever been so utterly intoxicated by a woman before, but I couldn’t get her off my mind. Seeing her in class, having her so close but so out of reach was agony. When I had her in my arms like this, nothing else mattered. My obsession with her intensified by the minute.
No one else could even compare, that was why I hadn’t ever bothered as much as this before. No one else was worth the effort. Maybe this was what people meant when they said they’d met ‘the one.’