Hot Night With My Professor

“Let’s take a shower together before going to sleep,” he whispered.

“Are you telling me you’ll stay for a night?” I asked because I didn’t think we would shower and sleep at the same time. Hold on, I don’t even know what time is it now.

“For a weekend.”

I was stunned when I remembered that today is Friday. Wait, he’s going to be here for three days? Are we going to do it for three days? We even beat the honeymooners.

“F-for a weekend?”

“Yeah, don’t you like it?” He caught my eyes again to stare. “Don’t worry, I’ll invite you to my penthouse next time in exchange.”

I gasped. I can’t believe it. Everything that I desire, he is willing to give me without me even trying to ask for it. I just managed to kiss him before he finally took me into the bathroom.

He leaned my back against the cold wall as he kissed me back. Gosh, the heat is overwhelming. I turned on the shower so we wouldn’t be burned by each other’s warmth. We just kept kissing until he entered me again. He started swinging inside me for the nth time. He still didn’t let me down from his waist. He can still manage. I can’t even count how long we’ve been doing this, but he’s still here, full of energy to fulfill his desires.

“Hmm… Ismael… Ahhh…”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Jothea… your moans…” he growled. I observed that his pace was getting faster than usual. This is getting more intense. I hugged tightly when I felt his entire fluid inside me. I just marveled at the taste.

But just like we agreed, we won’t stop. He made me face the glass barrier and rode me again. My hands just pinned on it while my chest was also attached to the mirror. I just hope it doesn’t break with the force of his bumping into my corner.

“Ahhh… I can’t seem to stop, baby,” he grunted, increasing my arousal even more.

“Go on. Pleasure yourself,” I replied while gaping at the pleasure. Shit. I’m so crazy about what we’re doing. Like him, I don’t even know if I want it to end. It’s like I just want him here with me. Close. Very close. It was not like our first night because that night was defeated by the happiness I enjoy now. No wonder we have been doing his multiple times now.

“I’m giving it all to you.”

“Sure, give it all to my mouth.” I faced him before kneeling and sucking his property. Because of what I did, he cummed out earlier. He gripped my hair tightly as he inserted everything he had worked so hard for into me. I looked up to see his reaction. Gosh, he’s so damn sexy. How he bit his lips and shut his eyes in intense pleasure is sending me pleasure too.

I didn’t let go of his manhood, even though I swallowed all of his juice. I started to do my job on his shaft. No one will surrender today, not even his thing.

I played with it with my tongue. I only realized his length now because it was bumping into my throat. “Fuck…”

He started to thrust inside my mouth, and I couldn’t help but feel immediate satisfaction. He’s treating my mouth like my womanhood. This is very lewd. Is this what he was referring to when he said he was thinking about me maturely?

I pulled away from him and saw the immediate reaction of disappointment on his face. I adjusted my knees and put his property between my breasts. He immediately looked up and clung to the glass barrier. I also heard his loud moaning that filled the entire bathroom.

“Look at me, Ismael…” I ordered.

“I can’t. I can’t take it. I will remember your face, for sure,” he refused.

I stuck out my tongue and hit the tip of his manhood while playing with his thing with my breasts. “Come on, look at me. I want you to remember this.” I took another bite of his size and played with it with my tongue. I can see how he was trying to suppress himself, but he still did what I said. He’s staring at me, observing me, completely amazed by what I’m doing to him. Yes, remember this one, my Ismael.

Even if he’s a bit conservative, no one can resist me, just like he told me earlier. If he’s good in this, I won’t let myself down. I need to keep up with him. I’m good, the way I know how. Even now that I know he likes me, surely whatever I do will bring him great happiness.

I mean, I can’t blame him if he doesn’t want to watch me. This view is too mature. His thing is between my breasts while I’m sucking him. And I, too, can feel my juices dripping wet from my flower.

I just continued playing with him while looking at his face. I can see how much he is struggling with our situation while at the same time enjoying it. I noticed that the flesh of his thigh was also stiff. When I felt that he was about to come out, I let go of his possession. He glanced at me, and like the plan, his cum hit my face like a fountain.

“Shit, Jothea, what did you do?”

“Don’t you like it? Because I like it,” I answered while wiping the juices from my face with my finger. I stood up and stood behind him. “Still my turn,” I whispered, and I grabbed his manhood again. He bent down and put his hands on the wall near the shower head. Sorry, Ismael. I’m here to please you the way you pleased me earlier.

“Hey, are you okay?” I whispered as I ran my hand along his length.

“Do you think I am? I’m about to be crazy,” he asked, annoyed, and I laughed at him. Even a man like him is becoming weak because of this. I thought he was a rock, but he wasn’t. He also has a sense of concealment. “I can’t when it’s your hand…”

It didn’t take long, and he cummed again. Maybe it’s because he’s sensitive, or maybe it’s because I’m using my hand. He was catching his breath when he faced me. I chuckled playfully. I thought he was strong?

He kissed me again. “I’ll accept defeat tonight. Let’s take a shower now.”

I smiled and agreed. Just like he said, we showered together. He helped me scrub my back the same way I did for him. Momentary kisses and caresses never disappear. Gosh, I still want more, but this guy is losing himself now. I guess we can do a lot tomorrow since he’s staying with me this weekend. I would likely accept his offer.

I gave him my spare towel to cover his lower body while I was wearing a robe. He helped me blow dry my hair while still stealing some kisses. I feel like I’m in heaven because I’m with him. Everything went beautifully.

He hugged me tightly as we looked at each other’s reflection in the opposite mirror. I can’t believe this. We’re looking at each other like we had never been enemies and each other’s thing on the throat.

“Did you have fun?” he asked me weakly.

“Yup, you?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

We stared at each other for a while before deciding to go back to the room and sleep. He’s embracing me like I’m the only woman he wants to be with forever. I feel safe, though. I feel secure. What happened to us leaves me with the idea that something beautiful will happen soon. I just hope it is.

He’s playing with my hair while I’m busy smelling his scent. I can’t believe he used my body wash and shampoo. I like it on him. My hand is on his chest now. I can clearly feel his heartbeat and his breath, which feels like a lullaby. My eyelids are gradually getting heavy. I completely closed my eyes.

“Ismael…” I called him.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for this day and for taking good care of me,” I tried to tell him despite my sleeping voice.

He hugged me tighter with one hand.

“No need to say thank you. It is my responsibility. You are my loving student after all.”

“And you are my handsome professor.”

He nods. “I want to take care of you, Miss Alvandra…”

He kissed my forehead and whispered something, but I couldn’t clearly hear it because I felt so sleepy. All I know is that I fell asleep in his arms.