Professor

And then he started walking forward, using his body to make me move backward. It wasn’t long before I felt the wall stop my retreat, and felt his fingers wrap around the strap of my bag and pull it off my shoulder.

He set it down beside my feet, then trailed his fingers up the outside of my thigh, settling them on the hem of my skirt. Tingles shot throughout my entire body, and my heart pounded against my ribs. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was so ready for it.

“Was that the first time you’ve gotten yourself off by listening to someone talk dirty to you?”

I nodded, my voice lodged in my throat. My affirmation had him growling.

“Good.” He lowered his gaze to my mouth, and I found myself licking my lips. “If I’m being completely honest, the very thought of another man even looking in your direction sends me into a rage.” His eyes dropped to half-mast, and I felt myself become wetter.

I clenched my thighs together, the skirt I wore rubbing against my skin, my body ultrasensitive in a matter of seconds. I held my breath. Could I really be that honest with him?

Yes. I needed to be. “I’ve never been with a man,” I whispered softly. “I’ve never done what we did over the phone.” He made a low sound of approval and took a step forward. I felt his erection digging into my belly, a hot, hard length that had a small gasp leaving me.

He felt monstrous behind his jeans, so big I actually wondered if he’d fit inside of me.

He had his hands precariously close to the edge of my skirt, his fingertips brushing my bare skin. I think part of me had wished something like this would happen when I came to his office, and so I’d worn something that would allow him easy access.

I felt so dizzy, every erogenous zone in my body alive.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

I nodded, the breath coming out of me in short pants.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you then, Grace.”

God, I didn’t think I could actually say the words. Never had I been so bold and brazen, so transparent with my wants and needs. But with Lucian I felt those walls crumbling, the desire to be completely open with him important to me.

So I reached between our bodies and gripped his thick wrist, moving his hand between my thighs, up and under my skirt until his fingers lay right against the sofa fabric of my cotton panties. I heard him take a sharp breath in; then this slow, almost animalistic sound left him.

The sight of his pupils dilating, the black eating up the dark brown color, sent my pulse into overdrive.

As he stared at me, I felt him rub his fingers over my pussy, the panties a poor excuse for a barrier.

“Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me. These little panties are soaked clean through, Grace.”

My lips were parted, and I swore I would pass out from not getting enough oxygen. He leaned in enough that his mouth was so close to mine I doubted a single piece of paper could fit between our lips.

“All I can think about is how you’ll taste.” He added pressure to my clit, and I rose on my toes. When he spoke, his lips gently brushed against mine. “All I can imagine is how you’ll feel climaxing with my dick deep inside of your tight little body.”

God, I thought I could come right now, before he even really touched me.

My hands were now wrapped around his biceps, holding on as if he were my lifeline and if I let go, I’d float away. As he stared into my eyes, he slipped his finger under the edge of my panties, pulled them aside, then touched me fully.

“God,” I whispered on a strangled groan. His finger was thick and big, warm and sliding through my cleft. He never once took his gaze off mine.

He said nothing else as he started sliding a thick finger up and down, gently rubbing the pad of that digit against my clit and making these sounds that had my toes curling and my nails digging into his arms. I couldn’t think straight, let alone breathe for how he made me feel.

His gaze kept darting from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes again. I wanted him to kiss me, to plunge his tongue deep inside my body like I wanted him to do between my thighs.

“Spread your legs a little more for me,” he said gruffly.

I parted my legs a little bit, but he wedged his foot between mine, pushing them apart further. I had to brace my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. And then I felt the tip of his finger probing my entrance.