Page 20 of Professor Next Door

“Yes, but you’re naked, honey. There’s a lot of things I can handle. A lot of things I’ve learned to control since you came, but, darlin’, if you don’t put some clothes on I’m not going to be able to maintain that control.”

I blinked up at him, not understanding.

Then I became aware that the world was darker, that the light on my bedside table was on, and that my skin was completely bare. I looked up at him then, tired of being noble, tired of waiting for him to love me. I needed something that he could easily give.

On our wedding day I’d promised myself I wouldn’t have sex with him, not until it meant something to us both, but in the heat, and after yet another searing hot dream, I couldn’t fight myself anymore. I held my hand out to him, stroking his fingers with mine.

“Maybe you should take what’s on offer, Professor.” I gave him a sleepy but teasing smile, letting my fingers move to the top of his zipper before skimming away to take his hand once more.

“I’m not sure I should, Tara.”

His fingers traced over my skin, lightly over my shoulder and down my arm. His voice was shaky and I knew the sight of me naked was making it hard to keep control.

“Oh you should, you so should.”

His fingertips moved to my collar bone, and then down to the peaks of my rose-tipped nipples. It was the first time another human being had ever touched me there.

I gasped, arching into his touch. He made a low sound, a sound of approval, as I pressed into his hand. He cupped the full globe, more than filling his hand as he inched closer to me.

“Tara...” I stopped him by covering his hand with mine, drawing his gaze in the soft light.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Galen. But I need you. I need you to touch me. Please, touch me.” I tried to sound like I wasn’t begging, but I knew I’d failed.

He looked down at me, unsure, afraid. I wasn’t sure why he was afraid, I didn’t think I could hurt him. Not a man like Galen who had women throwing themselves at him. He was unbreakable, surely?

I knew he was off-guard so I pulled him and he came tumbling him down onto the bed with me. “I want you, Galen. You’re my husband, we’re both adults. What’s the problem?”

He loomed over me, staring down into my eyes, stroking my face with his hand as he examined me more closely than he ever had before.

“You’re so soft, Tara. So innocent somehow.” He looked as confused as he sounded. I didn’t want to tell him that was because I was innocent. “So fucking sweet.”

He groaned a sound of defeat and his lips fell to mine. I pressed deeper, wanting the kiss of my dreams, the kind where his tongue swept over mine, sucked at it.

He responded as I’d hoped, his hips moving over mine, pressing himself into me as his tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine as we moved in the overheated night air.

I pulled at Galen’s shirt, wanting to touch him. It was instinct, nothing more, that drove me to press my breasts into his chest as his skin was bared, that pushed me to wrap my calves around his waist.

Galen pulled me, centering me on the bed as he pushed at his pants. They disappeared and then he was back, pressing against my wet folds, but not in. I gasped at the strange sensation I’d only experienced in my dreams, my fantasies. His skin was slick, smooth, so silky from head to toe.

I spent long moments exploring his back as he kissed my neck until his lips moved down, sucking a nipple into the hot confines of his mouth.

“Galen!” I was shocked at the pleasure, at the pure erotic sensation of having my nipple sucked, but I wanted more. He obliged by capturing the other peaked nipple in his fingers with a smug chuckle.

“Like that, huh?” He asked, his tongue flat as it laved against the bud. “You have no idea, Tara. No idea of the things I want to do to you.”

I didn’t, but I had a feeling I might. Because I wanted to do just as much to him.

My hands, eager to explore, moved down to find him hard, long, and throbbing for me.

“Oh, nice!”

I pushed him off of me and he fell back with a laugh. I tried to wrap my hand around his shaft but I couldn’t close my fingers. How would I ever get that in my mouth? I knew from my ‘research’ that men liked when a woman sucked them, but I’d never done it. Would I be any good?

“It won’t bite, Tara.” He chuckled and I shot a glare up at him.

“I might!” I teased, leaning over to lick up the shaft, exploring him, tasting him. He tasted like he smelled, but with the salty taste of sweat. He quietened, his breathing level as he watched me kneel at his waist.

I started a slow stroke, watching him for any sign of pain or pleasure. He watched me intently, his gaze steady as I moved my mouth over him. Opening wide, I took him between my lips, sucking until he cried out. His hands clenched at his sides, bunching up my duvet, as his jaw clenched in effort.