I thought he said I’d never have to beg! Liar!
A solitary finger dips into my entrance for a moment, circling lightly, then pulling out again, and bringing with it pools of my arousal. He slides my own silky wetness into the folds, skirting each side of my clit. Why won’t he touch it?
Then, there it is, finally. A finger finds my nub.
My eyes close in bliss.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You like that?”
I can’t answer because I’m there, there, there. Ahhh,
Electricity fills me? No, it's brighter than that. It’sLumina. As I shatter, the golden light inside me rushes to meet him, wrapping around his soul. It’s not just pleasure; it’s a claiming. I am marking him as mine with this perfect, crystalline, beautiful ecstacy.
As I come, it’s as though the purest note of music fills my veins. Zinging through my body, the orgasm curls my toes and zaps my scalp.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I grab hold of his face, sucking at his mouth, drinking in the soul of my beautiful professor.
On and on the glass bells chime until panting, I collapse back onto the wooden floor.
“So beautiful,” he tells me, at the same time removing his hand from my panties and bringing it up to his mouth.
I watch as Alexis drags glossy fingers across his lips, then opens his mouth and sucks them clean. “Just what I expected,” he whispers. “Divine. Fuck, pulu.” He moves to lie on his side and strokes my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I sigh, my whole body feeling like jelly.
“Is that going to happen every time I admit that I’m in love with you?”
Alexis curls a lock of my hair around his fingers. “You were a very good girl to tell me of your love, and good girls always get rewards, my little pulu.”
I pull his head closer to mine. “What doespulumean? You call me that a lot.”
He gazes into my eyes. “It means, my dove.”
“Oh.” My stomach swoops with emotion, and then something else as I feel a huge iron rod still pressing against my body. “Can I reward you, too, professor? I’d very much like to continue being a good girl.”
The groan that leaves his mouth is animalistic. “Fuck, you drive me completely wild. But I’m not fucking you on a splintered wooden floor, however interesting the genus of oak is.”
“Or, I could….” I do a double eyebrow wiggle, but at the same time, a yawn escapes my mouth.
“What you can do, my pulu, is go back to sleep. It’s three in the morning. We can sleep for another couple of hours, then get out of here before anyone else is about. I selfishly want you in my arms for the rest of the night, and don’t think I can get away with that in student dorms.”
He wraps me up tighter in his embrace.
“OK, I like this plan too,” I whisper, eyes already closing.
“Love you, my professor.”
“Love you too, my pulu.”
33
Even though I’ve never been an early morning person, the pre-dawn chill feels good on my skin.
Leaving Wes behind made my skin itch, but he was dead to the world when we slipped out. The tower is secure, and honestly? I needed an hour to clear my head without worrying about him.
Johnny had gone full drill sergeant, and the only thing my whole body feels is a deep hum of power and energy.
Max looks the same, totally energized, though that could just be Max; he always seems wired and bouncing off the walls.
