If I doubted whether Ethan wants me as much as I want him, it’s put to rest when his solid bulge presses into my stomach. I moan and shamelessly rub against him, taking great satisfaction as he thickens against my ministrations. My panties are completely soaked, and I’m desperate to feel his hands all over my body.
“I’m too old for you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Age is just a number,” I say, repeating what I told him when he tried his argument a few weeks ago.
“I’m technically your professor.” He groans as my hands slip under his t-shirt, my fingers ghosting over his impressive abs.
“I graduate in less than three months.” I arch my neck, giving him more access as his lips trail over my feverish skin.
“I shouldn’t take advantage?—”
“You’re not,” I pant, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. “Please, I need you to touch me.”
Ethan chuckles, one of his hands dropping to play with the button on my jeans as he kisses me deeply. “Are you trying to seduce me, little devil?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum, squirming in his hold, desperately seeking friction.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Ethan,” I beg. “Please.”
He cups my cheek in his other hand and forces me to meet his gaze. “I need to make sure this is what you really want, Leni. There’s no hiding behind masks, no plausible deniability.”
A playful smile tugs on my lips. “It’s incredibly sexy when you use big words, sir.”
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
I run my finger over his swollen lips. “Hopefully seducing you.”
His heated whiskey eyes stare into my soul, and I try to convey how badly I want this. How much I need him.
He mutters a curse before crushing his lips to mine, and I whimper when his hands hook under my legs, and he lifts me, my heated core finally meeting the impressive bulge in his pants. He grinds against me as he devours my mouth like a man starved.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me down the hallway and lays me on the couch, covering his body with mine. His kisses are intoxicating; I get lost in the brush of his lips, his taste on my tongue. Everything about him feels so right.
My head drops back as his mouth trails down my body until he reaches the sliver of skin where my top has risen. His fingers make quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans, and I lift my hips to help him pull them down, desperate to feel him where I need him the most.
The first swipe of his tongue through my folds has me crying out and seeing stars, and my fingers play with my nipple piercings. When he adds two fingers, I clench around him, moaning at how good it feels when his thumb rubs circles around my clit. My orgasm starts low in my belly, building slowly. He takes his time worshipping my pussy, determined to draw out my pleasure.
Ethan alternates his tongue and fingers, bringing me to the edge over and over until I’m writhing underneath him.
“Please,” I beg in a high-pitched whine, my fingers twisting in his hair.
“Do you want to come, little devil?” He punctuates his question by flicking my clit with his tongue.
Unable to speak, I nod emphatically.
“Words, Leni,” he hums.
“Yes. Yes, please. I want to come.”
He offers me a wolfish grin before diving back between my legs and bringing me to the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I haven’t even come down before his pants are off and he’s pushing inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way.
His lips find mine as he hooks his hand under my hip so he can slide in all the way.
With each measured thrust, he crumbles every wall I’ve built around my heart. I know I should protect myself. He’s leaving and this is nothing but goodbye.
Despite knowing this will be the last time I’ll feel his body wrapped around mine, the last time I’ll taste him, I can’t stop my impending orgasm from setting my entire body alight. It starts in my toes and spreads through me like a wildfire.
