5. Schooling My Professor

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We arrived at my professor's house just in time to see the sun setting over the horizon. My heart was racing as we pulled into the driveway. Somehow, being at his place seemed like a bigger step than everything else we had done together.

He smiled warmly at me, hopping out of the car and circling around to open my door. I had never seen him look so excited as when I took his hand. As I waited for Adam to open the front door, a gust of wind ripped around us, chilling my skin and causing my nipples to harden.

Once we were finally inside, he flipped on a light. I could feel myself relaxing a little more. Something other than nervousness was slowly slipping over me, like a warm coat.

Even if we were on his turf, I knew I would be the person who called the shots. With that knowledge came power, and I allowed myself to revel in it as I looked around. His home was very nicely decorated, with brown leather furniture and dark red walls with gold accents.

The far wall was dedicated to hundreds of leather-bound books that filled a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. It was the perfect representation of him. I smiled when I realized he was waiting by his own door, unsure of what to do next without instruction.

He was scanning my face, as if at any moment I might order him to drop to his knees. Something in his look also told me that he wanted me to. I asked him to come closer.

When he was close enough to reach out and touch me, I ordered him to strip. His eyes widened for a moment, and a little blush came over his cheeks. This man had kissed me, eaten me, and fucked me in public, but he was too shy to show me his body? God, why was that so alluring? I reached out to brush my fingertips over his warm cheek, and felt something inside me stir.

My feelings at the fundraiser had been all about punishment and, well, spite and anger. I no longer wanted to punish him, at least not at the moment. No, now I wanted to touch him in places no one had ever touched.

I wanted to own him completely. Just the idea made me want to rip off his clothes then and there. I explained to him that if I had to repeat myself at all tonight, he would face the consequences.

Hearing this made him slowly unbutton his jeans with trembling fingers, and pull the tight black t-shirt up over his head. Every inch of skin that he revealed seemed to be calling out to me. No single feature made Adam handsome.

It was a mixture of everything he was. The strong hands capable of touching me so softly. His lean body that seemed to better fit a man several years younger than himself.

It was these things, but more. Now I could see the soft trail of hair down his chest, salt and pepper just like the hair on his head, and the soft curve that led to that perfect ass I had spanked earlier. Adam hesitated, drawing a deep breath before slipping down his red briefs.

His rock-hard cock sprang free as if eager to play. He had to be the single most beautiful man I had ever seen, and tonight he was mine. I want you to go lie on your bed, arms and legs spread, and wait for me, I said, I said, feeling my body grow warmer by the second.

I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything, and the look in his eyes told me he felt the same. He padded through the living room, glancing over his shoulder with an excited smile on his face, before disappearing into the next room. Though a part of me wanted to follow him immediately, I thought it would be a little more fun to make him wait just a little.

I went to the kitchen, dropped a few ice cubes into a glass and filled it with water from the fridge. The cool sensation on my dry lips was just what I needed. A delicious thought crept into my mind at the moment as I stood in my professor's kitchen.

I smiled to myself as I finished the last sip of my drink, and slipped off to the bedroom holding a dish towel, a cup of melting ice, and a wooden spoon that had been sitting on the counter. Immediately, I slipped the towel over his eyes, not bothering to be gentle with the tying. He moaned softly as I growled, Don't you dare move a muscle into his ear.

His lips were soft against mine when I kissed him. He suckled the melting ice cubes between my lips until the water dripped down his throat, whimpering for more when it was gone. My body was tingling as I made my way down his neck, a new ice cube between my lips.

Slowly, teasingly, I traced little lines down his chest, over his soft stomach, and then stopped just short of his twitching cock. When the ice melted, I alternated between soft kisses and sharp bites. Every touch, every new sensation seemed more intense than the one before.

He was panting, his hands gripping the white sheets as he struggled not to move. My tongue found his left nipple, still cold and hard from ice. I couldn't help but bite down around it, bringing my fingers up to pinch my own nipple through my dress.

Every soft moan that came from his lips made me more and more wet. The word please sprang from his lips. He repeated it over and over, please, please, please.

He was pleading as I had wanted him to do that very first night in the classroom. I'm yours, he said. Use me, let me please you, he groaned, licking his lips.

Before I knew it, my panties were tossed across the room and I was straddling his face, pressing him down with the full weight of my ass. His cool mouth inhaled the lips of my pussy, not hesitating to slip his tongue over the soaking wet folds, tracing circles down around my clit. Fuck, the things this man could do with his mouth.

My hands found the headboard as I floated over his face, grinding my hips against his eager tongue, his nose, his chin. God, it felt so good. He groaned, shifting to grip my ass with both his hands, encouraging me to fuck his face, to find the pleasure I so deserved.

His deep moans vibrated against me, bringing me that much closer to my release. When his tongue slipped in and out of the tight opening of my ass, my entire body convulsed. The wave overtook me, starting from the tips of my toes and rippling upward, over and over and over again.

His strong hands held me in place, completely restricting his face until the spasms slowly slipped away. It almost seemed he wanted to feel my pleasure more than he wanted to breathe. As I slid down to sit on his chest and remove his blindfold, he smiled up at me proudly.

The look he was giving me made my heart flutter. This man wasn't just mine for the night, and we both knew it. Finally, my breathing returned to normal, Finally, my breathing returned to normal, and I was able to slide off him.

As we stared into each other's eyes, I knew we had both fallen hard into the depths of whatever this was. Two things were certain at the moment. Nothing would ever be the same.

And the wooden spoon at the end of the bed was calling his name. He had moved, after all.