The Professor

Chapter Eleven | Purple Dinosaur

Sleep is pretty much non-existent when I'm lying naked across the sexiest man alive. I'm still recovering from my three orgasms when he playfully tugs on my hair and begins slipping his hand between my legs. Thankfully, his pace is slow, giving me time to adjust to the fact his fingers are inside me. I moan through the feeling, enjoying his lazy smile as he gazes at me. I grin at him, needing him to know just how thoroughly satisfied I am, and purposely rub my breasts against his chest. He groans as my hardened nipples scape along his skin, and the noise sends me overboard. I release the sweetest climax, gripping onto his arms as I ride the waves of each glorious second.

"You come like a fucking angel," he whispers, gently nibbling my ear.

I giggle, finding the sensation a little ticklish.

"Do angels come?" I ask, stretching my limbs.

We're tangled up in his sheets with no intention of ever moving.

"Well, I'm looking at one right now and she just came four times."

I blush, hardly able to make sense of it myself.

"You're the best I've ever had," I state, tracing the outline of his chest tattoo.

His skin is so unbelievably smooth, and I love how if I move my hands up just a few inches, I come across a scattering of hair. In a strange way, it reminds me that I'm not just fucking some University student. James Hudson is all man. And I'm the girl lucky enough to be inside his bed.

"Ditto."

I find that hard to believe but decide not to protest. I've already let my self-consciousness win a little today. She can fuck off for now!

"What's your book about?" I ask, gesturing towards his wall of post-its.

He takes a deep breath in and exhales on a manly laugh. "Have you got a spare five hours while I explain?"

This makes me giggle.

"Think Lords of the Rings meets Breakfast Club."

"Holy shit!" I exclaim. "That's sounds incredible."

Again, he laughs. "You're only saying that because I gave you five orgasms."

I run my hands through his hair and tug on the ends a little.

"Four," I correct.

The arrival of his cheeky smirk is immediate.

"Is that right?" He suddenly flips us over so that he's towering over my body. "I best rectify that."

Before I can object, his head is between my legs, kissing the sensitive flesh. I laugh as his stubble scratches my inner thigh and I squeeze when his tongue hits the perfect spot. I chant his name over and over again, worshipping his expert technique. I fist his bed sheets as the pressure in my stomach intensifies, releasing my pleasure on a series of screams I can only hope the neighbours can't hear. He flattens his tongue as I succumb to my climax, and it drives me to the point of insanity for a few blissful seconds. He kisses along my thigh as he returns to his previous position, flushed from all the licking he's been doing.

"I think I might be paralysed," I admit, staring up at his ceiling.

He chuckles.

"In fact, I don't think. I know," I inform. "There's nothing you can do about it. I live here now. In your bed."

He smirks as he lands a soft kiss on my nose. "I could live with that."

I run my fingertips along his burning cheeks and shoot him my biggest smile. "Thank you, James."