“Fuck …” He groans, shoving his length into me a few more times, his cum still shooting into my ass. The longer he goes on, the slower he goes, until he pulls out and his dick grows flaccid against my skin. My breath is ragged, and we’re both panting as he pulls at the tie and drags my body up toward his.
“God …” he murmurs, untying the cloth around my head. “You undo me.”
When the light reappears, I blink a couple of times, still dizzy from the roughness and sweet bliss.
He unties my wrists, and I almost collapse on the floor, but he holds me tight to his body.
“Steady …” he whispers in my ear, his hands wrapped around my waist. “You did so well.” I hear him sniff close to my hair, and then press a soft kiss against my neck.
I lean back into his embrace, tired and completely consumed by his lust.
He places one hand under my knee and the other under my armpit and lifts me as he stands up. I gasp, sucking in the much-needed air as he carries me into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I fucked you pretty roughly … And now, it’s time for me to take care of you.”
“Why?” I mutter, still a bit heady. “I can take care of myself. I know how a shower works.”
He places me under the showerhead and turns it on, letting the water stream down on us both. “I know you do, but just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Sometimes, you need to let yourself get pampered.”
I smile and shake my head as he grabs a bit of gel, rubs his hands together, and then starts lathering it all over my body.
“I can wash myself,” I say, looking him directly in the eye as his hands run over my breasts.
“I know. But I want to do this.” He grabs my wrist when I attempt to take the bottle from him. “Let me do this.”
His words shut me up all right.
Not because of the sternness in his voice but because of the underlying consideration.
He doesn’t just wanna fuck me until he’s satisfied. He’s gotten to a point where he wants to take care of me. Make me feel good.
I stop fighting him. Stop resisting his domineering behavior.
I stop because there’s no reason anymore.
No reason to deny the fact that I’m totally and utterly falling in love with this man.
This man … my professor. My teacher.
When we’re finished showering, he even dries me off with a towel, taking extra care to be gentle on my sore bits. He knows exactly where it hurts just by glancing at my face whenever he passes a certain spot. He’s diligent, almost as if he’s petting something precious to him, and I can’t help but smile at him each time he looks at me.
We go back into the living room, and I gather my clothes off the floor while he throws his in the washing bin. I attempt to put my clothes back on, but then I hear his voice right behind me. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I say. “Putting on my clothes so I can go home. You don’t expect me to walk back naked, do you? That’d be cruel. I mean, I’ll do a lot of things for you, but my answer to that would be fuck you.”
He laughs and wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me in for a soft kiss right underneath my ear. “Relax. I’m not asking you to do anything … except stay.”
I suck in a breath.
Stay.
Did he just say that out loud or was I fantasizing?
He walks in front of me, grabbing my hand and guiding me toward his bedroom. I stumble behind him, feeling like a lost sheep as he takes me to his bed. I don’t refuse as he pulls me closer and sits down on his bed, pulling me onto his lap. All I can do is stare at his beautiful eyes as he pulls me down on the bed with him. My head rests on his chest and his hand on my back. Our naked bodies aligning, our breathing synchronized. The darkness and silence in the room take over, but it doesn’t make me feel alone or afraid.
I have the sound of his heartbeat filling me with warmth and his scent to keep me company, and at that moment, for just a few seconds, I don’t feel like we’re student and teacher anymore.
“What does this mean?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“What?”
“Us …”
He turns his head toward me, his fingers still gently thrumming my skin. “You mean us lying in bed together?”
I smile and trail my fingers along his chest. “That too … I mean, you’ve never invited me to stay.”
“Never?” He ponders it over. “Hmmm … Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“I know. I just wonder what it means. Like, what does this mean? Us, together.” I really don’t know how to word it without sounding like an obsessive girlfriend. Or without scaring him to the point of chasing me away.