Only Love

She was average in height, but her body was lush and ripe, ready for my baby to be fucked into her. Her long, straight, copper hair spilled over one shoulder and rested on perfect tits. They looked to be more than a handful, and I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking on their pebbled peaks. I frowned when I realized her T-shirt did little to hide the state of her nipples. Jealousy ripped through me, but I smoothed over my expression when I realized her jade eyes were watching me with apprehension. I smiled and gestured for her to take a seat, not trusting my voice at the moment. Her cherub face relaxed, and her rosebud mouth slid into a beautiful smile, causing deep dimples to pop in her cheeks.

Not a microscopic sliver of doubt existed in my mind that this was the woman I’d been waiting for. She slipped into a nearby seat, and I inhaled deeply as I forced my gaze away. It almost physically hurt, and my heart raced as though she might disappear if I wasn’t looking at her. Which was ridiculous.

I started giving my spiel about my expectations for the class and going over the syllabus. Thankfully, I had that shit memorized and didn’t have to think very hard to form the words. Usually, my accent had the female students swooning, sometimes to the point where it became annoying, but today, I was grateful for the alluring nature of my voice because my beautiful girl watched on captivated as I spoke. I managed not to give her all my attention, though I did throw her a wink. A sweet pink blush stole over her cheeks, and though she didn’t outright smile, the dimples in her cheeks appeared. It was adorable and incredibly sexy at the same time.

Normally, I wasn’t one to take attendance. If my students could pass the tests without coming to class, I didn’t care as long as they proved they were learning. But this was a big group, and I needed a way to find out her name. So, I whipped out the sheet and did a roll call.

London Kennedy. Her name was as beautiful as she was. Although, it would be even more perfect when it was London Grey.

As we neared the end of the two-hour course, I raised my eyes to my future wife once again and called out, “London, please stay for a minute after class.” She looked like a deer caught in headlights, so I smiled warmly to let her know she wasn’t in trouble.

“Alright, any questions?” I asked the group. A few hands went up, and I answered their inquiries before dismissing the class. There was a flurry of activity as the students packed up their bags and shuffled out of the classroom. I waited behind the table in the front of the lecture hall, hiding the evidence of her effect on me. I didn’t bother to try not to stare at London as she descended the steps and walked toward me, though I probably should have. Her hips swayed seductively with every step, and my cock became painfully hard.

As she got closer, I noticed that she looked young. Really young. I knew she was a freshman, and with her womanly curves, I assumed she was at least eighteen. But when she was standing right in front of me, I wasn’t sure. Some freshmen were early graduates and started college before they were legally adults. Fuck. Even at eighteen, I was seventeen years older than her. I mentally groaned. But what if she was underage?

I told myself I could wait, but the fucker in my pants practically laughed and called me a liar. We both knew what I would do. She was too fucking young for me. But she would be mine.

“Dr. Grey?” she asked softly once she’d reached the table.

Fuuuuuck, I groaned internally. Hearing her call me that was like pouring gasoline on the fire inside me, and I worried about the zipper on my pants. It was fighting an epic battle with my dick, and I honestly wasn’t sure who would win. One thing was for certain, if I didn’t get my hands and mouth on this girl very soon, I was going to burst into flames like a phoenix and turn into a pile of smoking ash.

“London, I’d like to speak with you in my office,” I rasped. “Please follow me.” It was a good thing this class had ended at six and was my last for the day. I couldn’t imagine teaching another class in my current state or waiting two hours to get London alone.

I was almost to the door to the hallway when I heard a crash behind me and spun around. London had dropped her book bag, and the contents had spilled out. I took the opportunity to squeeze my dick. HARD. Otherwise, I would have come at the sight of her bent over, having clearly forgotten about her short skirt. I had a full view of her round ass in innocent, white cotton panties. Another item to add to the list of things we’d be discussing when it came to her wardrobe. She was showing off things that were for my eyes only.