Page 40 of Lessons in Touch

I suspect she's not entirely focused on ancient Egyptian beliefs at the moment.

When she moves to study a collection of jewelry, I follow after a reasonable interval.

The display case is low, and we have to lean down to explore the ancient pieces. I place my hand on her waist again. This time, I let it rest there as I point out the details of a collar necklace.

"You're being very bold today," she whispers so quietly that only I can hear that.

"Am I?" I keep my fingers pressed slightly into her side. "I thought I was being subtle."

She turns her head just enough to meet my eyes. "There's nothing subtle about the way you're looking at me."

"How am I looking at you?" I tease her, even though I know exactly what she means.

"Like you want to do more than just look."

Her cheeks turn pink as she says it, which makes me want her even more.

As I start to pull my hand away, she surprises me. Her fingers brush against mine and stay there. It looks innocent to anyone watching. But the electricity between us is beyond ordinary.

"I've been thinking about the last time we were… together," she whispers.

"I’m glad. And what exactly have you been thinking about?" I keep my voice steady even though her words make my heart race.

"You… and… umm… how good it was. I can’t focus on anything else."

“You mean how good it was when I fucked you on the lectern?”

Her face turns bright red in shock, but I know perfectly well what I’m doing.

“Professor Thorn! What is this, Sir? This… gold thing?” another student calls to me.

I get up and join that student’s group, talking to them, but every second takes me further from where I want to be. A few minutes later, when Rose stops in front of a statue, I find my way back to her side.

"You came back," she says softly, not looking at me directly.

"I always come back to you." The words come out more honest than I intended.

This time, she is the one who does something that makes my pulse race. She steps slightly closer to me, pressing her breasts against my arm. The movement is so small that no one else might notice. And yet, it makes me feel like I’m on fire.

"You’re such a naughty girl, Rose," I pronounce her name like a caress.

"I love it when you say my name like that."

She reaches out as if she's pointing at the statue. But her hand touches my neck instead, just for a split second. Her fingers stay there, warm against my skin, and her breasts are still pushing into me.

"You're making this very difficult for me, Rose. Are you… Are you wearing a bra? God…"

"Not at all, Professor," she whispers. "I thought you could use a treat today."

All I want is to tear off her blouse and sink my face into her breasts. I want to suck those hard nipples until she’s screaming my name, until she begs me to let her cum.

“What about you, Rose? Do you feel like a treat?”

“Of course, Professor. Did you have something good in mind?” she continues to play with me.

"Yes, but… Careful what you wish for." I let my hand slowly slide away from her waist. My fingers trail along her side.

"What if I'm not feeling careful today?" she asks, and her voice is breathier now.