The Professor (Forbidden Encounters 1)

My gaze lands on her face. No one’s ever played with her breasts before? I suppose not everyone likes to indulge in leisurely foreplay. I always take my time to thoroughly please a woman. Abby deserves to be pleasured through and through.

“A little further?” I ask.

Her brown eyes have darkened a little. They swirl with desire and a hint of curiosity. “Okay.”

I unbutton her pants, eyes still on her face. The slightest sign of uncertainty or discomfort from her will put an end to my exploration. But, she lifts her hips to allow me to slide her jeans down just a bit. My fingers slide into the waist of her panties to trail over her mound. She pulls in a sharp breath but doesn’t stop me.

“I’m dying to see how you look when you shatter, Abby. I bet you look incredible.” Her cheeks turn bright red, and I smirk. “I bet you’ll blush just like you are now.”

I circle her clit and she moans. I need to hear her moan like that again, so I apply more pressure. The more she squirms and moans the faster my caresses become. I slide a finger between her folds. She still seems to be enjoying my touch, so I slide another finger in and go deeper.

“Bryce,” she gasps, and I stop. “No, don’t stop. It feels...wow.”

Satisfied, I stimulate her from the inside and out until she’s riding my fingers and begging for more. Her hair is spilled around her like a halo, her skin is flushed, and her breasts are bared for my viewing pleasure. I’ve never seen a lovelier sight. Her inner walls clamping around my digits is enough to send me over the edge. I almost come right then and there before I pull myself back from the edge. That hasn’t happened to me since I was a teen. Gazing at Abby with amazement, I take in the pleasure dancing across her face. She tenses, and then shatters, quivering uncontrollably while screaming my name. My name has never sounded so good. I’m going to need her to scream my name like that all the time.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, eyes locked on her face. I knew she would be. Breaths coming out in short puffs, she meets my gaze.

“That was…take me to bed.”

I feel my eyes bulge. When she said a little further, I wasn’t expecting that.

But if she’s sure, I’ll take it as far as she wants me.

I want nothing more to be inside her, to the hilt, feeling the deepest parts of her surrounding me.

I’ll take her to bed.

And then I’ll never allow her to leave it.

Chapter Eleven

Abby

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p; Bryce is staring at me with wide eyes. I know I said a little further but after the way he just made me orgasm, I want more. Those magical fingers of his just rocked my world, and I’m curious to see what else he’s capable of. Clearly, he knows how to please a woman. I’m laying on my back, still high from my release and his fingers are still buried inside of me. Normally, I’d be timid about our position, embarrassed even. I have no time to feel shy. The fire raging inside of me demands to be tended to.

“That wouldn’t be going a little further, Abby.”

“I know.”

“I want you to be sure.”

“I am. I’m positive that I want you to be my first.”

Bryce goes completely still. Is he even breathing? “You’re a virgin?” he finally responds. “We definitely can’t go any further.”

He pulls away, and I feel like I’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water. He tries to pull my underwear and pants up, but I bat his hands away to do it myself. No longer lost in a sexual haze, I feel embarrassment seeping in.

“What’s so wrong with that?” I ask, defensively, shooting him a scowl.

“Hey, wait a minute.” He snags my wrist when I try to put more distance between us. “You misread my reaction. When I said we can’t go any further, it’s because your first time should be special.”

Any anger and hurt that appeared, quickly vanishes. “Oh.”

I allow him to pull me back to him. “Trust me, finishing what I started is tempting beyond belief. But, your first time should be special, memorable. There should be candles and roses, the works.”

My heart practically melts in my chest. “I don’t care about any of that.”