Page 11 of His Favorite Student
Her whole-body quivers, and her heels dig into my back. She tugs on my hair hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. In fact, I welcome it. It’s just a sign of how much she’s loving this.
Not to mention the pain is the only thing keeping me from exploding in my pants.
She starts to come down, but I don’t stop. She stops pulling my hair and tries to push me away. “W-wait—it’s too—too sensitive!”
“That’s called the refractory period,” I growl into her delicious cunt as she trembles. I’ll allow her ten seconds ofmercy before I go back to teaching. “It’s shorter for women than for men. Sometimes, it’s nonexistent.”
I press two fingers against her entrance and slowly slide them inside.Christ, she’s tight.
Her head falls back, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I watch as her eyes roll back and smile. She issoaked, dripping onto the leather of my office chair.
I’ll never wash it again.
“This is the anterior vaginal wall.” I curl my fingers up and apply pressure. Again, her mouth falls open. “Thisis sometimes referred to as the G-spot. It responds to pressure.”
I apply more force. Her body responds.
I curl up and in, using a rhythm that matches the increasing movement of her hips, adjusting to every tiny breath, every clench, every desperate gasp. I press my mouth to her clit again and work both spots simultaneously, and within seconds, she comes apart again.
This time, her entire body lifts off the chair. “Professor Holt!” Her voice isalmosttoo loud. Thankfully the door to my office is thick, heavy wood, or someone outside might hear.
I hook my free arm around her hips and hold her tight against my mouth as she shakes through her orgasm, legs quaking, voice breaking out sounds that arealmostwords but not quite.
Finally, she slumps back, panting and ruined. Her eyes are glazed over, nearly crying as she gasps for breath. She looks down at me, kneeling between her legs, with a dumbfounded expression of wonder.
“I…had no idea…” she pants, her voice raw. “My friends were right. I’ve been missing out.”
“I know.”
She hesitates, like she’s unsure if she should say what comes next. But she says it anyway. “Can it—canwedo that again?”
The responsible answer isno. That’s what I should say.“No, that’s enough for one session, Miss Monroe.”I should hand her notebook back to her, walk home, and look at myself in the mirror.
This behavior is completely unacceptable from a man in my position.
“Yes,” I say, unable to contain myself. I’m not the man I was when I woke up this morning. “We can do all that again.”
To my surprise, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, rectangular box. There’s a Post-It note stuck to the front with a scribble that says:READ THE INSTRUCTIONS!!
Jessie holds it out to me, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat on her brow. “My friends got me this, and I…well I don’t quite know how to use it. I could figure it out myself, but—”
“No.” I smirk when I see what she’s holding. A vibrator. Pink. Still in the box. “I’llshow you how to use it.”
Using my Leatherman, I slice open the shrink-wrap with surgical precision and remove the device. It’s obviously expensive. Her friends chose well. I twist the knob to its lowest setting, and a soft hum fills the room.
“This device provides external stimulation, Jessie,” I tell her, pressing it gently to the inside of her wrist so she can feel what’s coming. Her eyes go wide. “Most people don’t know this, but vibrators were created in the late nineteenth century as a medical diagnosis to cure ‘hysteria’ in women.”
“R-really?”
“It wasn’t until the nineteen-sixties that they emerged as what they truly are.” I hold it mere centimeters from her tender, swollen button. “Pleasure toys.”
“I see…” Her voice is just a breath. She’s too adorable to handle. I’m licking my lips like a dog as I stare up at her.
“It does what my tongue just did. Only it doesn’t get tired.”
Her lips twist into a coy smile. “Your tongue didn’t seem to get tired.” The earnestness of her observation hits me like a fist.
“Oh, it wasn’t,” I reply hungrily. “But this device will help you understand your own body. Not just what I can do to it, but what it’s capable of.”
