Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Twenty-Four

"Let's shower," I said. This was my poor attempt at changing the subject. There was a thick tension in the room, it wasn't necessarily one that was being fought between us, but one that the two of us were fighting within ourselves.

"I like the sound of that," Tony smiled, biting his bottom lip. The two of us were still laying in bed together, naked. Well, Tony was naked, I was still wearing a pair of lace panties.

I got off the bed first, extending my hands towards the handsome man in front of me. I tried to keep my gaze from wandering too far from his face. Tony could tell that I was trying not to check him out so he smirked at me.

He slowly pushed himself off the bed, approaching me slowly before grabbing my hips and pulling them against him. I could feel his length pressing against my panties, creating a small amount of friction, leaving a soft moan on my lips.

"We won't need these in the shower," Tony growled in my ear before kneeling in front of me. I gulped as his hands slid down my waist, landing on the waistband of the last bit of clothing I had left. With his index and middle fingers, he slowly pulled them down. His lips left soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, making me shiver and have a strong urge to close my legs.

When my panties were at my feet, Tony gently picked my feet up, one by one. His head tilted upwards, giving him full sight of everything, down there, as well as my face. A blush crept up on my cheeks, fueling Tony's actions. In soft motions, Tony drew circles along my outer thighs, trailing up to my waist once more.

Tony then stood up, coming face to face with me. Neither of us blinked as we gazed into each other's eyes, "I'll finish pleasuring you in the shower."

Surprised by his words, I audibly gasped. "O-o-kay," I stuttered, the muscles in between my things clenching.

A genuine laugh left Tony's plump lips before he picked me up bridal style, carrying me to the bathroom that I had hallucinated in only hours before. He shut and locked the door behind us, putting me back down on the ground.

Tony walked over to the shower, turning it all the way to the left, steaming. Tony extended his hand behind me, peering over his shoulder in my direction. I reached out and put my hand in his as he flashed a smirk at me. He pulled my body towards him, slowly and softly, as I shuffled closer to him. When we were within a few inches of each other, he spun me around so that my backside was pressed against his front. Using his head to push mine to the side, Tony latched his lips onto the side of my exposed neck. His teeth gently tugged at my skin making me melt into him, allowing Tony full control. The last time someone took control of me, I hadn't consented.

His tongue darted out, mimicking my previous actions that morning. "Tony," I whined. He wrapped his arms around my lower torso, pulling me farther into his body.

"I wish, we could, go out, with each other," Tony mumbled into my neck, planting kisses on my neck after every couple of words. "I can't stand the thought of other guys looking at you when I can't do anything to stop it." Tony continued, his grip tightening little-by-little, not enough to hurt.

"I know," I whispered. "One day, maybe." Tony nodded in my neck before pulling away and walking me over to the shower. The bathroom was filled with steam as Tony and I entered together, shutting the glass door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom behind us.

The two of us stepped into the water together. It tingled on my skin and the only thing I could stare out was Tony's chest. His body looked so perfect with the water dripping down his tattoos. I reached my hand out to one of the tattoos that I liked to look at a lot. It was a crow that sat perched below his breast bone. Every time he wore t-shirts or hadn't buttoned up his dress shirts, the top of the birds head would peek out of the fabric.