The Professor (Forbidden Encounters 1)

“This is nice,” she whispers.

“Mhmm,” is all I can manage to get out.

“Why won’t you touch me?”

My eyes open to meet hers. “I’m afraid I’ll lose control if I do.”

The spark of interest in her eyes surprises me. “Lose control how?”

“I will want to go a little further than kissing.” What am I saying? I want to go a lot further.

“Maybe I don’t mind if we go a little further.”

My brows shoot up and I swallow hard. Watching her closely, I wonder if she even realizes what she’s saying.

“I want you to touch me.”

Those words are my undoing. I absolutely have to touch her. “I can’t deny you what you want now can I?” I growl, my voice husky with arousal.

I allow myself to lose control just a little as she suggested. Winding an arm around her waist, I pull her closer until she straddles me. The heat and softness of her body against mine takes my hard on to another level. I devour her mouth, and she matches each stroke of my tongue with the same fervor. The fire between us is rising to explosive proportions.

Instead of putting a stop to things, as I should, I give in to my need to touch her bare skin. My hands slide beneath her sweater and move upwards. Her skin feels like warm velvet under my fingertips. I want to touch every part of her now. I bet inside of her feels even better.

I moan into her mouth when she starts to writhe on my lap, rubbing against the bulge of my crotch.

“If you don’t stay still, we’ll end up naked on this couch,” I bite out.

That just makes her wiggle even closer and grind against me even harder. “I can’t, you feel so good.”

The strangled sound that escapes me doesn’t even sound like me. She winds her arms around my neck and gives me a playful nip on my bottom lip before feathering kisses along my jaw. Abby in the throes of passion is a wild woman. I love it. I didn’t think it was possible to get any more aroused than I already am, but she just proved me wrong.

“God, Abby, you’re killing me,” I moan when she nips my earlobe.

“Is that good?”

“So go.” Her lips trailing along my neck feels incredible. A mental picture of that sweet mouth of hers wrapped around my cock makes me harder than I’ve ever been. My fingers continue their exploration under her top, brushing the undersides of her breasts. Abby shivers and moans, her hips bucking against me. Her sensitivity to my light touch makes me crave more of her reaction. Now, I just have to see what she looks like when she comes.

In a swift motion, I flip her onto her back. Looming over her, I settle between her thighs, and watch her expression closely. Despite her shocked gasp, she doesn’t seem to mind the shift in positions.

With half-mast eyes, she gazes at me. “Is this us going a little further?”

“Only if you want to.”

“I want to.”

There was no hesitation. She trusts me. That knowledge warms me to the core. I’ll really have to keep myself in check; I can’t mess this up. Capturing her mouth, I give her a deep, sensual kiss that leaves us both breathless. When I pull away, her small sound of protest makes me smile. Eyes on her face, gauging every nuance of her expression, I roll her sweater up to reveal small, enticing breasts covered by a half-bra. I caress her nipples through the material, and she gasps and arches into my touch.

“Super sensitive,” I note. “That’s good.” Unhooking the claps at the front of her bra, I palm her breasts. “I love these.”

Chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes a little wide but cloudy with lust, she asks, “You don’t think they’re too small?”

“They’re perfect.” With that I flick my thumbs over her beaded nipples. Color floods her face and chest as she moans. “Can I go a little further?”

“Yes.” Her reply emerges as a sigh.

Moving a little lower, my mouth finds one puckered nipple. My tongue slides over it, slowly, teasing. Her cry urges me to lavish attention on the other. Abby writhes and moans beneath me.

“I had no idea this would feel so good.”