He keeps eyeing me. I can see him. He looks at me as if I were lunch when he thinks I am not paying attention. He has a hungry look in his beautiful greenish eyes. I can tell he has something on his mind, something he wants. His face is hard to read when I am looking back at him. He looks at me virtually expressionless. I can't help but look at him. Watching someone so passionate about art do what they love to do is the sexiest thing in the world.
He speaks with a soft, warm voice. His voice is so incredibly sexy, even as he lectures the class about art history. His voice rings in my head and activates the pleasure center of my brain like so much chocolate. Activating the more lusty side of me. His voice could make a stone wall come. He invokes the passion he feels thru his tone of voice. It sounds like music to me and my body loves the tune.
All these weeks in class he has barely spoken directly to me, individually, but when he does he looks directly at my eyes and his voice lowers an octave and I can feel my knees melt and I am captivated by every word that pours out of his beautiful mouth. Today was one of those days. He spoke directly to me, asking me to stay after class. He needed to make a query about my project. (or so he said) So I agreed to stay after class and discuss it with him.
I cleaned up my space as usual and waited patiently for the rest of the class to leave the room. They shuffled about and chatted with the teacher about the pending class project. I sat there in my seat waiting patiently doodling on the cover of my notebook. When the last one was out, he shut the door and locked it. I turned to look when I heard the lock click. He came over to me and sat in front of me. "So we aren't disturbed," he said smiling and looking at me like he always does when he thinks I am not looking, only this time I could see in his eyes a glimmer of something new. It sent electricity thru my body. I stiffened a bit in my chair.
He parted his beautiful lips and his tongue darted out to wet them before he began talking about my project and how I could make it better and what he liked about it. I barely heard the words he was saying for looking at his mouth moving and the harmony of his voice tickling my brain in the sweetest way. The whole time he talked his chair rolled closer and closer till he had my chair pinned between his legs. He took my hands in his. My whole body perked up and like a snake, to a charmer, I was lulled by the sound of his voice, the green eyes, the sandy blond hair all messy. He had my undivided attention. I don't remember what it was he said exactly only that he wanted to help give me some inspiration.
He leaned in closer and locked his lips on mine. I was mush. His tongue begged entrance to dance with mine. I placed a hand on his shoulder and allowed the oral Samba to take place. My whole entire being was melting into his arms. I was succumbing to him. My usually quiet, mild-mannered professor was giving me beautiful pleasure beyond all I had ever hoped. His kiss was the as passionate and sensual as his art.
He broke the kiss scooping me into his strong arms and walking to his desk he set me gently on top. "I have been admiring you for quite some time. I decided that I would take the chance that you felt the same. I hope I was not wrong." he said in a low caring voice. OH god, that voice. "Yes, I mean no, no you are totally right. I have been trying to get your attention all year but wasn't sure how." then I dropped my head, embarrassed that I blabbered like a school kid. I felt his hand gently lift my chin up to his lips. He kissed me softly and said "Don't be embarrassed Sweetness. I am very glad that my attention will be well received." he smiled in that special way that only he can. He lowered his lips to mine, kissing the bottom, then the top. Then his soft wet tongue begged entrance into my mouth once again.
His mouth was sweet. His hands were sweeter still as they searched for the smooth skin waiting beneath my shirt. His slightly rough hands gently touching me, pinching up my flesh gently like he is kneading clay. His mouth moved to my neck. Tracing the curves and muscles with his tongue. He takes off my shirt and begins to plant hungry kisses on my flesh. His mouth found my taut nipples and plays with them making me sigh with pleasure.
My hand went roving as well under his shirt to his hard manly chest, down over his arse. I pull him closer to me. I take his shirt off too and run my hands over the bare flesh. His chest and belly are very well muscled. I trace them with my fingers. My face smiling lustfully as I look over his beautiful frame. I can feel the beating of his heart against his chest. His breath is heavy and lusty, as is mine.
He steps back from the desk and takes me down to stand in front of him. He strips off the remaining clothes from both our bodies and kneels in front of me. I run my hands thru his now sweaty hair. He begins to nuzzle the patch of hair between my legs and looks up for approval. I smile and nudge him further. He takes the que and begins to pleasure me. He knowledgeable tongue flicking the sweet spot and making me hum sweetly. My voice is now tweaking his pleasure center. I can hear him sigh and moan as he uses his skillful tongue on me. I cry out as the first wave hits me, making my body quake and my legs turn to jelly. It didn't take long. He kisses up my belly to my chest. Then his tongue runs up the sensitive chord at the side of my neck to flick his tongue over my ear lobe.
I pull him tight to me and I can feel his rock hard cock pressing against my abdomen. His body is quivering with anticipation. Finally, he lifts me onto the desk again and gently lays me down scooting my hips to meet his. He raises my legs to my chest and leaning in to kiss me he plunges into me deeply. He muffles my moan with his mouth. The taste of myself mixed with him sends me reeling. I feel the urge to move in time with his thrusts. He is moaning and throws his head back.
Oh god, his face is beautiful so full of passion and the pain of holding his own release at bay. His green eyes flutter shut and his sweet mouth falls open. His muscles flexing as he works himself in and out of me. Watching him only heightens my pleasure. I cry out for more. Begging him to finish me but not wanting it to end. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as a wave crashes over me sending pulsating electricity thru my body. I clench around his trusting cock sending him over the edge. He looks so lovely when he comes. His beautiful face softens and relaxes as he cums fully. His soft voice rings in my head once again. One word," Inspired?" his sweet mouth smiles at me and His beautiful green eyes..... Lovely.
Fade to black.....
