“And just so we get the responsible talk out of the way, I’ve been tested and am clean. I know you’re a virgin, but are you on the pill?”
“I am, and I trust you.” My hand looked too small and pale in his, but with just the touch of his hand I felt calm again.
He walked us back to my bedroom, making sure to close the door behind us so Cora and Pops wouldn’t be interrupting our time together.
“Finish what you started, goddess.” He smirked and waited for me to undress him, which was what I still wanted, so I got to work on his long-sleeved shirt. Once it was gone and folded on my dresser, I couldn’t stop staring. He was so hot. I mean, tan skin and rippling muscles all the way down to his jeans.
“I didn’t realize real men could look like you.” I knew there were models and movie stars that looked like this, but not normal people. He just wasn’t normal. He was beautiful and godly.
Maybe he didn’t just have powers from the gods but got a body from them, too. My fingers flexed, aching to touch him.
“Come put your hands on me.” He gave me the permission I had seemed to need, and I couldn’t stop myself from feeling every bit of him I could touch. His arms, his chest, his abs, and even that V that was cut off by his pants. I wanted to see more, and those pants were in my way. I rushed getting them off and watched with wide eyes as his dick popped out by my face as I pushed his jeans down. Crap! I forgot his boots, I realized too late.
“I’ve got this.” He toed his boots off and kicked them neatly to the side before stepping out of his jeans. Before I could act, he set the boots by the door and the jeans on the dresser. I couldn’t help but smile that he was going along with my crazy.
“My turn.” He looked at me with hunger in those eyes of his. The glasses made him look like a naughty professor, and I had to admit I liked that fantasy.
“Do your worst, professor.”
I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Oh God. I wanted to cover my face in mortification that my thoughts slipped, but he wasn’t having that. His hands moved to mine and he placed them on his chest. He was like a magic button; when I touched my skin to his, I felt better. My senses were wild, and, in a way, they distracted me. His body made me focus on the present and get out of my head.
Then his hands touched my body and went about undressing me as I had him. His face leaned in and touched hot kisses to random places as he moved. I felt completely under whatever spell he’d cast on me.
“You see me as a professor?” he whispered against my lips.
As embarrassing as my thought was, I couldn’t help but nod yes.
“I see, Gwendolyn, do you wanna earn some extra credit?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Arthur
Her pale cheeks blushed pink and my dick was harder than ever.
If Gwendolyn saw me as some sexy professor, then I would give her the best fucking sexy professor I had in me.
She nibbled on her bottom lip and then nodded. The movement made me harder than before, which I didn’t think was possible. Gwendolyn wanted to play.
“Go lie on the bed and show me how you want to earn your A.”
Naked, and completely unaware of her appeal, she walked to the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide.
Fucking, fucking, shit, fuck.
“I’ve never failed a test or missed my homework. And I won’t fail this now.”
For someone who has never done this before, she is a sexy minx. All I wanted to do was crawl up the bed and settle between her pale thighs. God, she was all pink and glistening.
“I believe you’ll put forth your best effort, Gwendolyn. Now, I’m going to lick your sweet pussy while you tell me the metals on the periodic table. You are not allowed to come until you say them all, do you understand?” I waited until she agreed before crawling onto her queen-sized bed, kissing up her smooth right leg as I did. Then lifted the left to kiss and lick my way back to the center before placing it over my shoulder for support.
“You may begin.” I blew against her clit, and she started naming off the metals on the periodic table.
As soon as my tongue flicked against her, she whimpered, “Magnesium.” Music to my ears.
Her words were slower and stuttered, which worked perfectly for me since I could lick her all day.
“I wanna come,” she groaned, and I shook my head, the motion rubbing against her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.
