Page 8 of His Favorite Student
“Well…perceived threats,” she replies quickly, clearly having done some reading. “Or…”
She stops.
“Or?”
A tomato-red flush spreads across her cheeks quickly, starting at the base of her neck and moving up. Blushing, she looks down at her hands, then back up at me.
“Well, I don’t have much experience with theor.”Wow, she’s just so honest and upfront it makes me want her even more.
“So,” I say slowly, drumming my fingers on the desk, “I guess your friends were right.”
She blinks, and her brow twists adorably as she processes. “My…friends?”
“What do you know, Jessie?” I ask, moving closer. “About your own body? Practically. Not theoretically.”
Her blush deepens and spreads, but I watch her considering the question genuinely. My pants tighten more as my cock swells with blood, throbbing with every beat of my heart.
“Um, not much,” she admits, looking down. “I’ve…read about certain things, but I’ve never had anyone—”
“To teach you,” I say.
She meets my eyes. “Yes. To teach me.”
I’m dying inside. Like a feral wolf, I want to devour this impeccable girl. Drag my tongue across every inch of her body and taste her. The adorable dress she’s wearing is like dirty glass covering a flawless painting. It needs to be removed.Now.
But I can’t do that.
I’m her professor. That would be an abuse of power. I must keep this lesson strictly educational. I’ll explain to her how her body works, and I won’t lay a finger on her. Then I’ll go home and take a long, cold shower.
That’s my plan.
But it instantly evaporates as she shifts in her chair, causing the hem of her dress to ride up, exposing more of the buttery smooth skin of her thigh.
Myautonomic nervous system kicks in causing my cock to go rock-hard beneath my pants. And yet again, I feel the beads of sweat starting to form by my temples.
“Your body knows things you don’t, Jessie,” I say, my voice low. “My job, as your professor, is to introduce you to those things.”
My hand, as if reacting to a gravitational force, moves slowly toward her. I can feel her body heat, smell the flowery scent of her soap. That’s not what I want to smell right now, though. What I want in my nostrils is hidden between her legs.
Losing control, I reach out and brush back a bit of hair from her face—a piece that was denying me full access to her beauty.
“Is that all right?” I ask. I should warn her about what she’s getting herself into, but I’m just not able to.
“Y-yes…” she whispers.
My fingers graze her cheekbone, and she makes a tiny sound, so soft I almost miss it. Then her sweet eyes go wide.
“I–I felt something. That was my—?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Your autonomic nervous system. It’s called arousal, Jessie. Sexual arousal.”
She stares up at me with a mixture of scientific astonishment and pure, personal awe. Like she’s just observed something she’s only ever read about and didn’t fully believe until right now.
“Oh…that’s what they meant.”
That’s it. I’ve lost it.
Leaning in, I slide my hand up the nape of her neck and bring my lips to hers.
