Sleeping With the Professor

10

My emotions went berserk. I was no longer acting within my control. And I can't say I'm particularly upset about it.

The moment our lips joined, I was brought back to the night we met, where everything was more magical and less complicated. They moved together instinctively as if meant to be joined together and Drake kissed me feverishly back, as if he was afraid the moment would slip away.

My hands snake around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I lightly part my lips and invite the use of tongue. Drake took action and our tongues began dancing together instantly as he grabbed hold of my waist with both hands.

We kept on like this for a little while before my hands went for the buttons of his shirt. This is when he stopped me, pulling away. I looked into his eyes, watching as they engulfed mine. "Are you sure you want to take this farther?" His voice was huskier than normal and I could feel my thighs clenching together.

"Right now, yes." I admit. "I don't care about what could happen, I just want you right now."

With that, he picked me up, flinging me over his shoulder. He carried me up the stairs and into his massive bedroom, lightly tossing me down onto the bed. I laid there, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it on the floor beside him. He left his pants on but I could see the tent forming inside of them.

Drake effortlessly climbed over me, hovering just enough to drive me and my hormones crazy in anticipation. His right hand reached behind him, tracing up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its place. Sighing softly at the action, I relaxed into the sheets only to be jolted back up once he reached my womanhood.

Lightly stroking me over my panties, Drake dipped his head down into my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way to the center of my chest. Soft moans passed through my lips, arousing the fuel between us.

"Let me know if it gets too much," Drake looked into my eyes and I nodded. "No, say it."

"Okay," I smiled.

Satisfied with my answer, Drake sat up. He took the fabric of my dress and harshly pushed it up and over my head. Left in nothing but my lace thong, I watched as lust took complete control over Drake. "You're beautiful." His eyes not once leaving my face as he placed his fingers through the thong, pulling them to my feet.

He disappeared, hovering over my most sacred area. His hot breath sending shivers all over my body. I whimpered as he pressed his lips against my inner thigh.

I've never been touched by a man like this. I'm in fact a virgin. Tell him. His lips grew closer and closer. It will spoil the moment. My breathing intensified. He should know. He was inches away.

I squirmed underneath his hold in anticipation until it finally came. Literally. His lips found their way to my clit, and the moment he took me between his teeth I came. Holding back the screams, I groaned, biting down harshly on my bottom lip. I felt the blood rush to the surface.

"Someone was ready for me," Drake chuckled against me, sending vibrations throughout my body. His tongue lapped up all my juices and my body trembled.

"D-Drake," I moaned.

"Yes darling?" He picked his head up from between my thighs, drawing his tongue over his lips seductively.

"I think you should know," I pause, looking him in the eyes, but he knows without me having to say the words.

"Oh no," Drake sat up immediately.

"What?" I cover myself, feeling embarrassed for even starting this and engaging in this with him.

"I can't," he clambered off the bed, as gracefully as one can, and shut me in his bedroom.

I pull my thong back up my legs and scoot off the bed. Reaching for my dress, I fist the material when it comes into reach and pull it to my chest. Doing my best to hold back the tears, I go into the adjoining bathroom and slide the dress over my head, pulling it down over my curves.

"This was all a mistake." I look at myself in the mirror, feeling ashamed for what I've allowed myself to do. He's your professor. He's off limits.

I straighten out my dress and slick my hair back into a neat ponytail. As I turn to leave the bathroom I run straight into a heavily tattooed chest. "It wasn't a mistake." He spoke in a low voice, his eyes not meeting mine. Drake's hands lazily sat in his pants pockets, and my eyes were drawn to the patterns across his torso.

"Drake," I say, my eyes fixed on the center of his chest. "I didn't hear you come back
in."

His right hand reached out to touch my waist and I lightly pushed it away.

"Please," I sigh. "Can you take me back to the dorm." Without saying anything Drake nodded and turned to leave, me falling in step silently behind him.

The drive back was tense. A thick cloud of embarrassment and shame hung over me and I regretted everything. Drake had said nothing since the bathroom. His mouth was drawn into a firm line and his eyes never once left the road. It wasn't until we were pulled off next to my building that he spoke.

"You wouldn't understand why I can't." He continued looking forward. "I'm sorry I even entertained this with you."

With no last words of my own to say I stepped out onto the sidewalk as calmly as I could. I was afraid that anything I would say or do would immediately send me into tears. How have I let myself fall into this spiral. I'm here for academics and nothing else.

I didn't even turn to look at him as I walked inside. He didn't bother to walk me in or try to take back what he had said. It really was over.

That's all I could think as I walked into the building and up the stairs to the fourth floor.

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