He was telling me exactly what I wanted to hear, what any woman would yearn for him to say. I should be thrilled, not scared that he’d change his mind once he was more familiar with me.
“But we barely know each other.” My protest was a whisper of air against his lips.
“I know you,” he growled, claiming my mouth in a brief but brutal kiss before he lifted me up onto the granite countertop. “I’ve felt your pussy contract against my tongue while your sweetness covered my face.”
“Is that all it takes for you to want to keep a woman around?”
He cupped my face in his hands, staring straight into my eyes for a moment before he responded. “You’re not just any woman. You’re Charlotte, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and an eternal optimist who sees the world through rose-colored glasses.” He kissed me softly this time, licking at the seam of my lips until I opened them and allowed his tongue inside. “Your idealism shined through in each of your papers. It didn’t matter what you were writing about, you always managed to find the positive in a story. Don’t try to tell me I don’t know you, Charlotte. I’ve known who you are underneath the pretty packaging since the first week of my class when you waxed poetically about how Steinbeck left us with an image of hope at the end of The Grapes of Wrath.”
“I don’t know why so many of my fellow students failed to see that the story really is about second chances and the innate kindness that lies within all people.” I frowned, thinking about the discussion in class that day and how my heart had beat wildly as I waited and hoped that Gabe would support my position. “Or why you didn’t speak up for me if you were impressed by my argument.”
His palms slid along my legs, pushing my skirt up until his thumbs rested at the juncture of my thighs. I squirmed in his hold, my panties dampening from the feel of his hands against my skin. “I’m sorry I was such an ass all semester, sweetheart. My only defense is that I was fighting the chemistry between us. Ignoring you was the only way I could stop myself from taking you while you were my student.”
“It hurt,” I admitted softly. “Thinking this was one-sided.”
“Let me show you how much I want you,” he whispered in my ear while he lowered me onto my back. “How sorry I am for ever making you doubt yourself.”
The granite countertop was cold, but I didn’t feel the chill of it because his mouth was already over my panties. Hot air puffed through the damp material and I moaned, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.
“I think I should start every meal with my dessert first.” His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he yanked my panties to the side. “I could eat this little pussy morning, noon and night.”
His thumbs spread my pussy lips, and I felt the cool air of the room against my heated flesh for the barest of seconds before his tongue was on me. He gently licked my clit with just the tip of his tongue, then moved downwards to dip inside me before sliding back up again. In his office, it felt like he was devouring me, but this was more like he was worshipping my pussy. It was a slow, torturous buildup, his mouth moving up and down my inner thighs each time I got close, slightly nipping on me here and there. His hands rubbed along my thighs the entire time, making me feel like he couldn’t stand not touching me.
“Please,” I begged. “I can’t take much more.”
“Then come for me, Charlotte,” he rasped against my skin, his tongue flicking out and circling my clit before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Gabe!” My voice cracked as I splintered apart, shuddering with the force of my orgasm. His licks turned gentle again, his hands soothing, as I rode the waves of my release.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured as he stood and leaned over me. The evidence of my climax glistened on his chin as he grinned down at me, his hands shifting my panties back in place and tugging my skirt so it covered my thighs again.
“Thanks,” I stuttered, unsure how to respond to the compliment. There hadn’t been time for the awkward moment after in his office because he’d left so quickly, but I felt it now. Gabe was an incredibly handsome and successful author and professor, and I was just me. The women he’d been with before me would have known how to react. I was sure they were experienced and sophisticated. And I was... “I’m a virgin.”
Chapter 6
Gabe
A lot of men would have taken off running at her announcement, but it turned me the fuck on. I was already hard from eating her pussy, but damn, my cock was begging to be where my mouth had been. Somewhere no one else had ever been. I wanted to shout to the world that Charlotte Young was mine, had only ever been, and would always be mine.