Page 18 of Lessons in Touch

“Breathe deeply,” I instruct her, and then slide my fingers to her upper arms. “Please try to rest your arms naturally by your sides…”

Her skin is warm, even through the fabric, and I feel how anxious she is. Is her body responding to my touch? Or is she just nervous about public speaking?

“Inhale while I count to four, and exhale while I count to six, please.”

“Yes, Professor.”

I count softly, and she follows my advice. Her chest rises and falls, each breath drawing us closer in this charged space.

“Chin up, Rose. Always keep your chin up.”

I graze the soft skin just below her hairline with my thumb, and she shivers. Her eyes meet mine.

Silently, I pray that this is true. She wants me too. I can feel it in her reaction to my touch.

I slide my hand to the back of her head and thread my fingers gently through her hair to tilt her face upward.

“Look forward to project authority,” I say.

But I’m losing focus, tool. All I can see is the delicate curve of her neck. I wrap my fingers around it and keep them there. Her lips part just a little. I can feel her pulse, and the idea alone makes me hard.

“I want you to try the speech again, this time with my fingers around your neck,” I tell her.

She has turned bright red now, and my cock feels supremely powerful. Look at what I can incite in this beautiful girl, just with my touch. I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her breasts, full and round under the sweater, are responding to my fingers, to the sweet pressure, and the eroticism of it all.

“The history of the family started a few centuries ago when…” she begins again.

But I’m barely listening. Right now, I am consumed by the need to touch her.

I circle her again, and this time, position myself behind Rose. I slide my hands down her back and then return to her shoulders.

“Perfect,” I murmur, and my lips are close to her ear. She closes her eyes, leaning her body into my touch.

The silence that follows is electric, and the music hall seems to shrink to just us. I can’t resist any longer. I turn her to face mine and lean in. My lips capture hers in a soft but firm kiss. Her gasp melts into the kiss, and her warmth is flooding me. For a spark of a moment, I’m lost in her—in her softness, in her trust.

I press my lips harder, claiming hers, and she opens her mouth, yielding to me. Our tongues meet, slick and warm, hers tentative at first, then eager, dancing against mine. Her taste—sweet, like ripe fruit with a hint of mint—floods my senses, and drives me wild.

She moans softly, and the vibration sends the heat straight to my cock, which is already hard, and straining against my trousers.

I guide her closer, and savor the wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue curls around mine, hungry yet shy. My body aches, and every nerve in it is alive with need. Inside my pants,my erection throbs with the urge to take her fully, to feel her pussy wet and tight around me.

Her lips are soft, swollen from our kiss, and I pull back slightly. My saliva is glistening on her mouth, and her eyes are dazed with want. I’m consumed, lost in her taste, her surrender, and I know that this forbidden kiss is only the beginning.

“That,” I say, “was a mistake I’ll make again.”

I pull away, and my chest is tight with desire and regret. Then I step back, forcing distance between us, though every part of me wants to close it again. She needs a moment to process all this, I know it.

“Tell me how you feel about this, Rose…”

“I… I’ve been dreaming about kissing you since I first arrived at Wolfswood. And now it’s actually happened. I feel like I’m in a fantasy,” she giggles softly, and covers her mouth with her hand.

“Good, I’m happy you feel that way,” I reply, feeling relieved. “You did well today, Rose.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Tomorrow, wear your hair up. I want to see your neck.”

My words command, but also promise something more. The nod she gives me shows that she feels it too.