She doesn't. Her eyes keep traveling back and forth from my mouth to my eyes. That's when I realize a part of her wantsthis too. It undoes me, it breaks the last string of control I was holding on so desperately to.
My hands cup her jaw gently, I'm going to break her I'm sure. She doesn't look terrified like before, she doesn't pull back, there’s only a single air of space between us.
"Please tell me to stop," I whisper this time right before I reach her lips.
She doesn't.
And I take what's mine. Or maybe it's the other way around.
I'm hers, in every shape of form, and she's taking me.
Her lips on mine. Poppy's lips are pure perfection. Hungrier than I anticipated, demanding more than I'm giving her. So I oblige, because how can I not? I pull her towards me, as my lips graze hers, savoring her and when she pulls back slightly, a tiny moan slipping out, I crash against her, not remembering how it feels to have any sense of control over my body, making her part her lips so I can truly taste her. A remnant of the burgers and fries mixed with her cinnamon perfume, one that I'm sure she deliberately chose for this season.
When she pulls back again, I let her, letting my beard and lips graze on her neck as she lets out small incoherent sounds that just make my cock harder.
When the ability to formulate words returns, I stop, allowing myself to check for any regret in her eyes.
I exhale when I don't see any.
"You're beautiful, Poppy. We shouldn't do this."
She bites her bottom lip.
"Did I do anything wrong? Did you not like it?"
"Fuck Poppy, of course I did. You're perfect. That's why we shouldn't do this. You should involve yourself with someone your age."
"There isn't anyone around, is there?" I like the boldness in her, it's something I've only picked up on today but I swear it just makes me want her more. Her question does help clarify how she feels about all this. For her I'm just someone who's nearby. A man she feels attracted to. There's no agenda, there are no feelings. I, on the other hand, know I’ve never felt this way about anyone, not until now and I won’t, not ever again. But this is good. I can be that for her. I don't have to push my feelings on her. Yes, it could get me fired if anyone knew what me and a student were doing but it's not something that's going to leave this place. It's just going to make this Christmas the best Christmas of my entire life.
And that's good enough for me.
"No, there isn't."
Chapter 6 - Poppy
"I'm the only one here who can make you come, Poppy," he growls, planting a soft kiss on my neck.
"Well, actually I can make myself come too. Quite well if I may say so myself."
I giggle as I feel the rumble of his chest too. Making Professor Blake laugh like that, that is an achievement.
“You’ve got more nerve than I realized.”
It's easier to be bold than to be the helpless person I feel right now. I can't believe we're kissing and he's talking about making me come, I'm so wet already just with our breathtaking kiss. And I do really feel helpless around him, I'm sure whatever he's about to do to me will create some obstacles to my new year goal of forgetting my very big crush on Professor Blake.
But I don't tell him that. It's easier to joke around, anyway.
"Do you want to see? Want me to give you some tips?"
He licks his lips, the intensity of his gaze creating a warmth that's hard to contain.
But he stands up, leaving me dumbfounded. For a minute, I feel I've been rejected, even though I was the one who was joking around. But then he returns, a pile of towels with him.
"In case you get cold."
I look at the towels and back to him.
"Don't you think we've enough towels serving as blankets?"
