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“It can cause vasocongestion, which leads to engorged tissue,” he said, sliding his fingers back and forth until I coated him with my arousal.

“Since when did you take biology?” I rasped, burying my face into my pillow.

“I’ve had some time on my hands lately,” he murmured, continuing to torture me with his fingers. “Your lubrication is excellent.”

“If only you could give me an example on depth and friction,” I snarked.

“A very demanding subject. I shall adjust accordingly,” he said, as if dictating notes for an experiment.

I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry. Probably cry, since he’d removed his hand and what little friction there had been.

He hadn’t shown this side of himself before.

Playful Professor Zach.

“My apologies, sir,” I said, with the utmost sincerity.

Game, set, and match.

I crossed my fingers.

Chapter 18

Zach

There was something precious about the way she crossed her fingers. She didn’t even hide it. This was Amber. She wore her heart on her sleeve; deceit wasn’t in her nature.

“Friction, you say,” I said, leaning down to slide my hand beneath her until her breast filled my palm.

She hissed and nodded.

“Like this?” I asked, gripping her nipple before rubbing my fingers together until the peak stiffened. “Pressure changes everything. Same surface. Different coefficient of friction.”

“Zach, please,” she whispered, trying to push her little ass against me.

I cupped one cheek and dragged my hand slowly down her thigh, squeezing before working my way back up.

“Please what, Amber?” I murmured, before kissing her shoulder.

She released a ragged breath as I eased my grip on her nipple.

“Huh? Tell me.”

“I need you inside me. Damn it,” she panted.

“And I need your exact words, Amber,” I purred.

There was silence. Then another ragged breath.

“Fuck me, Zach,” she moaned, turning her head into the pillow. “Fill me up with your cock.”

The words were muffled but exactly what I wanted to hear. I reached down and let her feel the tip of my cock sliding up and down her heated pussy.

“So fucking wet for me, Amber. Desperate for my dick.”

She groaned but didn’t dispute my claim. How could she?

“Let’s test your capacity,” I murmured, pressing forward slow enough to feel every inch of resistance give way. “Full depth. No cheating.”