He was finding breathing more difficult now, and he knew his erection must be jutting against her plump backside.
“I don’t want to just fuck you, Kendra,” he said, arousal making his voice husky. “I want to make love to you. Because I do love you. I truly do.”
Kendra reached up and smoothed a lock of hair from his forehead. She cupped his cheek with her hand and ran her thumb over his lips. He puckered and kissed it. She sighed.
“I feel the same,” she whispered. “Make love to me, Ray.”
And he did.
Chapter Ten
Six months later
Ray couldn’t wait for class to be over. But as often happened on a Friday afternoon, the hours seemed to drag by with the promise of the freedom of the weekend ahead. He had opted that day to screen a documentary about writers in Paris in the 1920s, knowing that his own attention span would be shortened that day. It gave him time to let his mind wander to more pleasant things.
He was meeting Kendra for a late lunch hence his impatience, and then they were taking off for a romantic weekend getaway at a cabin he’d borrowed from one of his colleagues. It was nestled up in the mountains on a little lake, with tons of privacy, where two insatiable lovers could romp and play with abandon.
He smiled at the thought of his lovely girlfriend. The past six months had been the happiest of his life, with no end in sight. In fact, he had plans for this weekend that she wasn’t privy to. He patted his pants pocket and felt the small square box that he’d put there that morning. He was going to ask this amazing woman to marry him. He was pretty sure she’d say yes, and when she did, he’d consider himself to be the luckiest man on the planet.
The auditorium door squeaked, and he looked up to see who was entering. He grinned when he recognized the familiar lush form of his lady love. She grinned and gave him a small wave, then with a jaunty step, made her way to her old spot in the fifth row. Luckily, the class numbers were considerably lower, being a Friday afternoon lecture, so no one was in her spot. She sat, grinned at Ray once more, then settled back to get comfortable.
Ray felt his cock stir at the sight of his lover, and was even more restless now for the class to be finished.
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Kendra had dropped Ray’s class shortly after they had moved in together, but every once in a while she liked to sit in on a lecture and relive those first moments of their relationship.
Today, she wore a short denim skirt, and a form hugging tank top that showed plenty of cleavage. This was Ray’s favorite naughty coed look. And, as was her custom on these visits, she had left her undies behind.
The lighting, unfortunately, was dim since he was showing a film. So she settled back and relaxed, waiting to have some fun after class. Since Ray wasn’t actually teaching, he spent most of the remainder of his time, gazing at her. She knew that look. He was horny and hard, and ready to play with her. Good. That suited her nicely.
Finally the film ended, class was dismissed for the weekend, and the students filtered out. Kendra made sure to catch Ray’s eye and then spread her knees, giving him a clear view of her unfettered pussy.
His body went still, and his eyes registered desire. Her blood began to heat at the wordless invitation he imparted with that look. She stood and, with swaggering sexiness, flounced down the steps to the podium behind which he stood watching her. When she reached him, he stepped out from behind so she could see the substantial bulge in his pants—just like that first time she’d approached him. Only this time, she knew where this would lead.
“Hey Professor, do you think we have time to stop by your office before we leave for the weekend?”
Ray scanned the room to make sure they were alone, then reached over and tugged the neckline of her tank top down until one bare breast popped free. He tweaked her nipple and she hissed through her teeth.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“I was thinking of a mind-blowing fuck on your office floor. For old times’ sake. What do you think?”
Ray grinned. “I think I’ll make the time.”
“Good to know,” said Kendra, covering up her breast and then grabbing his hand. “Lead the way.”
It was going to be just one more unforgettable rendezvous with her professor. Just one more lesson in lust.
The End.
About the Author
Paige Bennett is the pseudonym of a popular Canadian romance author. When not writing her usual fare, or dabbling in writing erotica, she can be found watching movies, playing piano, or reading other writers’ efforts. She currently resides in Southern Ontario.
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