Quantum Obsession | 18+

37. A Sensual Birthday Gift

Naisha

After we spend a long time into each other's arms, letting out all my grief, my pain for the first time into someone else's bosom, I feel so relieved, like a weight has been lifted off my chest.

“ Thank you Professor ” I chuckle at him playfully untangling myself from his body

“ Stop calling me that” He hisses sheathing his arms around me tugging on my lower lip with a gentle  nibble.

“ I won’t stop calling you that,  professor, professor, professor ” I roll my eyes giggling and trying to tickle him.

He instantly grabs me and forces me down on the bed.

" I will always call you Professor, Sir" I bat my eyelashes at him trying to instigate him because I love it when he gets all worked up.

" Hmm, hmm, we will see till how long you call me that " He smirks nibbling just above my cleavage sending a trail of pleasurable goosebumps through my body.

" What do you mean?" I look up at him stretching his beard towards me, making him hiss.

“ Sleep ” He orders me folding my body into his , covering both of us in the duvet.

“ I want to be a teacher too ” I bite my lips digging my fingers into his chest slowly opening the buttons of his shirt.

“ Okay we will see, first complete your masters then “ He pats my back trying to lull me into sleep

But I don't want to sleep, I want to pester him with my stories

“ No you listen to me, I want to be a physics teacher and I want to specialize in nuclear physics “ I try to sit up on my elbow eager to explain my career plans to him.

His expression changes all of a sudden into despair coated with a strange fear and distress

“ No , absolutely no, not nuclear physics, that’s not a safe branch” He sneers lying me down again, this time pressing my head over his arm not sparing me even a little space to move.

“ But Why?” I look at him with confused eyes. I've always loved nuclear physics and I want to pursue a career in it.

“ I don’t want you to work with so much radiations, they are harmful” He completely dismisses my idea skating his fingers over my eyelids urging me to close them.

Ahh this man !

Always over concerned about my safety.

“ You are so silly, do you think I will die from gamma or cosmic radiations ?” I laugh out clutching his bicep, skimming my fingers over those hard sinewy veins.

He instantly grabs my throat and hovers over me. His hot breath fanning over my face.

“ Don’t ever talk about your death” He snarls tightening his fingers over my throat, they move so softly yet so roughly with a calculated domination over my veins.

It's making me flush with arousal.

His concern for me which he always expresses so dominatingly with a soft command makes my chest ache with desire and longing.

“ I was just joking , calm down , let’s not talk about  physics okay? ” I cup his face placing a small peck on his chin to calm him down.

“ Sleep now, we will talk about it later ” I cuddle into a little spoon, while he wraps himself around me, covering me completely with his body, the moment he does that my eyes close with relief and sleep.

There are no bad dreams, no nightmares, no anxieties, because I know with him I am safe, I am protected, not even a speck of dust will be able to touch me as long as he is holding me in his arms.