「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(298) Boyfriend Shirt

Charles' POV

Lynn's unexpected confession weirdly evoked a faraway recollection, seemingly linking our recent incident to a strangely reminiscent episode dating moderately into our past. The similarities were oddly uncanny, and almost unbelievable, but a reasonable interpretation could be pieced together seamlessly—if only one knew all the details.

I stared into Lynn's eyes, unsure what to feel but the pain that arose from her untainted worries and uncharted woes. Concern and confusion etched markedly into the pure hazel, polluting her gaze with severe apprehension. Her doubts were unmistakably obvious but what jarred louder were my own that I thoroughly forgot to shroud from her.

"Was... Was I the one who did this to you?" I stammered nervously, fearing the worst of this untold story, as I shakily cupped her cheek.

"I don't know, Charles. Did you?" Lynn replied in a tentative tone that flaunted nothing but her suspicion and fright for the issue as she delicately caressed my face.

"I don't know, but I sure hope not," I whispered, drawing her dearly into my embrace and hugged her like there was no tomorrow.

"Me too," she mumbled into my neck, tickling it with her quivering voice.

"Relax, Lynn. Just leave it to me to figure this out, alright?" I consoled, hurriedly stroking her back to calm her nerves.

"No," Lynn declined in a resolute tone and immediately peeled herself off, hastily drying her face.

"We're a team, Charles. We'll figure this out together, alright?" Lynn persuaded with utmost determination beaming from her eyes and I stared at her, simply admiring the courage she so graciously mustered.

"I love you, Lynn," I answered with an utterly appreciative tone as I tenderly cradled her head.

"I'll take that as a yes," she taunted, giggling with a wide grin, as she leaned in to peck my lips.

Without hesitation, I grabbed her hair, kissing her with everything I had. She gasped sharply, wholly taken aback, but my sudden ferocity only stunned her for fleeting moments before she unreservedly reciprocated.

Actively, our tongues intertwined and with the harmonious motion, our excited breaths quickly synchronized. As we our interaction got heated, her hand slowly slithered to my chest, nimbly unfastening the buttons of my waistcoat. Singlehandedly, she loosened my tie and undid my shirt expertly but it was all she managed before I agitatedly pinned her back to the bed.

Increasingly stimulated, both of us whipped off our clothes and wiggled our legs free of garments at speeds almost—not quite—matching that of lightning flashes. Furiously rushing through the sequence, I clumsily fumbled at the hooks of her bra and she laughed, skillfully completing the task on my behalf.

"Someone's eager," I commented in amusement as she energetically chucked her lingerie to the ground.

"I've been waiting for you all morning," Lynn claimed in an exceptionally seductive voice as she looked at me with a pair of longing eyes.

"I promise, it's going to be worth the wait," I asserted confidently and she grinned hungrily, raising her eyebrows provocatively.

"Just don't bite my head again, please. I really don't fancy another of those cap days amongst the kids," I pleaded humorously but her genuine giggles instantly vanished the moment I vigorously ventured down to her cleavage.

Her dramatic moans rapidly transformed into feeble whimpers and shortly, Lynn let out a pleasurable cry. Her body shivered in an involuntary spasm and I blurted a stifled grunt as she clawed her nails strongly into the back of my left kidney.