Comfort Zone (Awkward Love 4)

“I will.”I shower and do a quick tidy up before Becca arrives, even though it was pretty clean already, because I haven’t been home to dirty it. I’m just wiping down the kitchen counter when the doorbell rings. My heart thuds in my chest. I’m excited to see her—even though it’s only been less than two hours since I saw her last. I open the door to her smiling face and all I want to do is kiss her.

“Hey,” she says, stepping inside. She looks around, her eyes lighting up every time she sees something she likes. “Wow, your place is really nice.”

“Thanks,” I say with a chuckle. “I bet there were times when you sat in that classroom and wondered what the inside of my apartment looked like.”

She cracks up laughing.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she says, still giggling. “Besides, in my fantasies, your apartment was the last thing on my mind, Professor.”

“A very good point,” I say. I step closer to her and run my fingers down over her cheek. “And an admission that there were, in fact, fantasies. Can we discuss what was in these fantasies?”

“I’d find it so much easier if I could just show you…”

“Go ahead.”

I smirk as she drops her things, and then wraps her arms around my waist. She pulls me close, so our lips touch and her body is flush against mine. I stroke her long, dark hair and then gently caress the back of her neck. I tilt her head back, until her lips meet mine.

“I’m liking this so far,” I admit.

She laughs as I scoop her up into my arms and carry her over to the couch. I toss her down and climb over her, spreading her legs apart.

“I thought I was leading this fantasy,” she teases as I unbutton her shirt. I slide her bra up above her chest, then close my mouth over her nipple. She gasps, her fingers stroking my hair, as I suck. I pause for a second and raise my eyebrows.

“If you want me to stop so you can lead—” I laugh as her response is to bury my face back against her breasts. I slowly kiss my way back up to her mouth, my lips a perfect fit against hers.

She smiles at me, then grabs my shirt, indicating she wants it gone.

“Take it off,” she urges.

I sit up and wrestle it off then I toss it onto the floor. She sits forward too, kissing my chest. I groan, loving the feel of her mouth on my chest as her tongue slides over me. Her eyes meet mine as her fingers pry at the button on my jeans.

“The idea was to make you dinner first,” I murmur, kissing along her neck. “But when I saw you standing at my door, looking sexy as fuck…”

“Isn’t sex one of the major food groups?” she asks, her lips spreading into a grin.

“No, but if you’re hungry, I can give you something with a little more substance,” I tease. “Keep your energy levels up for later.”

She bursts out laughing, I pretend to be offended, but I’m smiling too.

“Just what every man wants, to be laughed at during sex,” I murmur, laying her back down. “I can take my pants off you want to completely crush my self-esteem?”

“Please,” she teases as she lies back against the cushions to watch.

I stand up and yank them down. My cock springs out, thick and stiff. I casually run my hand along it, which Becca seems to like. I kneel back on the couch and groan when she wraps her fingers around me, her grip firm. I swallow, nearly ready to explode when she pumps her fist along my shaft.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” I mumble.

She arches her back, allowing my hand to slide behind her. I unclip her bra and toss it aside, while she unthreads her arms from her shirt. She laughs as I suck her nipples, flicking my tongue around them until they’re stiff. Then I look pointedly at Becca.

“Is something amusing you?”

“No.” Her eyes sparkle. “It’s just you have no idea how amazing that feels.”

“I look forward to you repaying the favor later.” I grin.

“You want me to suck your nipples?” She giggles. “Because guys don’t generally like that.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your average guy.”

I gently move myself up over her until I’m staring into her eyes. I press my lips against hers and kiss her roughly, my mouth covering hers. Then I get to my feet. She looks confused, until I retrieve a condom from the pocket of my pants. I toss it on the couch and then kneel in front of her.

“Hey.” She laughs, when I pull her ass to the edge of the seat and spread her legs wider apart. I run my fingernails up over her bare, stomach, rubbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples, then I put my mouth on her pussy and run my tongue along her entrance.