Hot Night With My Professor

“Fine, come here inside,” I said before opening the door.

I turned on the lights, and what welcomed him was my open living room on the left, while my room was on the right. At the end are the kitchen, laundry area, and bathroom. I was relieved to see it clean.

“Do you have a space for your cat’s necessities?” Ismael asked. I pointed to the storage room, where there is a section where stocks of the cat’s necessities that he refers to can be placed. Why did he buy a bunch? He will only make me suffer!

He also set up the cat litter on the side. He also taught me how to use it as well as how to measure food for cats. He called the little cat to give him food, and it quickly came to him. Wow. He sat down to meet it.

“What is his name?” he asked. I shrugged. Does the cat need to be named? “What? You were living with him for more than a week now and you still didn’t give him a name? What kind of heart do you have, Miss Alvandra?” The tone of his voice sounded like he was sulking. Well, I am not aware of that. How am I supposed to know? He just gave me the cat and never taught me how to take care of it. I just did what I think is right.

“I’m just calling him meow; and he’s coming closer,” I reasoned, and I sat across from him.

“You should still give him a name so he will recognize you as his owner.”

“I can’t think of anything. Why don’t you do the thinking? After all, you are the real owner.”

“It should be you. This cat is yours. I gifted it to you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine! I’ll think about it! I can’t imagine you’ll be this childish when it comes to cats, Ismael.”

He glared at me. Oh, what about it now? I’m just telling the truth. “What? Why are you staring at me like that like a cat? That’s how he looks at me.”

“How come I become childish when I’m thinking maturely about you?”

There was a lump in my throat. I became pale. In an instant, the way he looked at me changed. I immediately felt nervous in my chest. What is he plotting this time? He’s always giving me the mood.

“Stop it, Ismael. I think it’s getting late. You should be going home now.” I got up from sitting and walked to the open living room.

“It was you who started it, Miss Alvandra.”

I frowned. “I didn’t,” I insisted before I turned to him and saw him standing. “We were talking about the cat. It is you who brought up something unnecessary.”

“Is this unnecessary for you?” His voice was rising, perhaps out of annoyance. What is he up to? I don’t understand anything. I don’t remember starting anything now. “Are you that blind, or are you trying not to see it?”

My eyebrows met more. “What are you talking about, Ismael? I don’t know what you are pointing out.”

“Haven’t you figured out yet why I am becoming a useless man?”

His question made me think again. What does he mean by saying that he is becoming useless? Because, for all I know, he means more and more to me. With all the things he does, I hope he means something, but I try to hide it because I don’t want to get hurt. I feel that he will hurt me completely if I find out that we don’t have the same feelings for each other.

“Not yet, Ismael.” I shook my head cluelessly. “You’re not useless. Stop talking like this; I’m begging you.”

“Why? Are you scared to know the truth?” He came closer to me, and every step he took made it harder for me to breathe.

“What truth?” I tried to ask despite the fear in my heart.

“This…” He looked at me softly before caressing my cheek. After a while, he gave me hot kisses. Burning. And I can’t stop recovering from them. His lips are getting me burned. It seems to be proving something.

I felt his right hand on my waist. It caresses there.

“Hmmm…” I couldn’t stop moaning when he bit my bottom lip. “Ismael… what are y-you doing?” I said between his kisses.

“Guess,” he whispered while moving his tongue around my mouth. He was writing something with his tongue, but I couldn’t tell what it was because of what he was doing. I just let it go and kissed him back.

I couldn’t stop myself from taking off his coat. It feels like it was a very long time ago that I felt his skin within mine. I really missed him. And this is the truth. I thought it would never happen again. God knows how excited I am for him.

“Did you guess it?” he asked when he released me. I shook my head and laughed at him.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Aren’t you being cute and childish, Ismael?” I tease him.

“What?” His eyebrows met when he asked me. I kissed him again while smiling. “I said, you’re cute and childish, and I like it. Your side of this, Ismael. I never knew I would be seeing this side of yours. I must be privileged.”

“Yes, you should be. You’re the only woman who made me become like this. I am an impatient man, but you made me wait… to do this again.”

I was surprised when he turned me back onto the couch and made me bend over. I was held there, especially when he lifted my skirt.

“W-what are you trying to do, Ismael?” I asked weakly when I was in the middle of anticipation.

“Fuck, why did you wear something like this?” He was referring to my underwear. Because of my thick clothes earlier, I thought of wearing a thong so I wouldn’t feel hot for a moment, but now that he saw it, I guess it was in the back of my mind that something would happen to us tonight.

“Because I know you will touch me. Take your hands on me, Ismael…”

He pulled my underwear aside, and I just felt his tongue inside me. “Now, try to guess again,” he ordered.

“I c-can’t…” I stuttered as I tried my knees to be firm, despite the sensation he was giving me using his tongue.

I was shocked when he spanked my ass. I let out a loud moan. “W-what the hell, Ismael?”

“Guess it again, my dear student.” He moved his tongue inside me again, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t guess what his tongue was writing. What is that? I’m having a hard time here.

“I don’t know, p-professor… I’m sorry…”

Again, he spanked my butt harder, giving me a huge deal of pleasure. I looked up, and even my eyes were staring with happiness. You will really look up to heaven when you receive this kind of grace.

“Then we better stop now.” I immediately glanced at him when he let go of me.

“What? No way!” I complain. I am yet to finish, but here he is declining to fulfill what he started. “Get it done!” I still screamed.

He smirked. “No, unless you beg me.”

“Please, Ismael, continue what you’re doing. Please me,” I convinced him. It’s annoying because he left me undone.

“Beg for more, my lovely student. Show me some effort and why I should continue.”

I sighed as I undressed myself in front of him. I saw him gulp, and I knew I was getting him convinced. I sat down on the couch and spread my legs in front of him.

“I want it, Ismael, but if you don’t want to, I will pleasure myself instead.”

I touched myself in front of him and showed my very best lewd expression, which made him feel his ego. I saw the annoyance on his face. “That’s not how you do it, Miss Alvandra,” he said seriously before he approached me. He removed my hand from my womanhood, and he moved there.

“Ahhh…”

I bit my lips when I felt him lick me down there while his hands were now on my chest, playing with it. He kept playing with me like there was no tomorrow. Because of what he’s doing, I’ve proven that I’m not the only one longing for him; he was also for me. We didn’t talk about anything after our first night together, but now that we’re doing it again, it seems like some of my questions have been answered.

One of them is… he’s crazy to please me.

I clenched his head, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling his hair with the pleasure he was causing my womanhood. I can’t believe we’re doing this in my house and on this couch. Perfect because I want to replace the memories made here. What I want to remember is none other than him-Ismael.

My cum wasn’t completely out when he stopped. I was about to appeal when he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to show me what was going to please my entire system next.

He slowly entered me, and I just closed my eyes as I felt him inside me. I can’t stop cursing.

“Fuck, you’re so warm,” he growled, making me blush. He moved inside me as if he knew its corners well. He knows where to hit; he knows where to go to make me happy to the fullest.

He kissed me again while I was busy unbuttoning his clothes. I want to see his body again. I want to hold it… feel like I own it, even just for now.

“Are you close?” he asked as his flesh continued to collide inside me.

“Just a little more, Ismael… Just continue.” I was running out of strength to plead.

“Okay. Tell me if you’re getting there,” he said softly, calming my heart. Because of his constant questioning, I couldn’t fake my orgasm. He wants to satisfy me, not just him. He’s so thoughtful. He held my hands while speeding up the ride. Little by little, I could feel the tension between my legs, so I just hugged him.

“God, Ismael… you’re making me so crazy…” I bit his shoulder out of pleasure. “I’m close… ahhh…”

He kissed me again, and I just felt his explosion inside me at the same time as mine. I can’t believe this. He made me finish again in one round. He let me finish first again.

We stared at each other and smiled before touching our lips once more. His kisses are intoxicating. There is no equivalent to the satisfaction he could give me by his body. No amount of food can compare to the taste he gives me.

I was surprised when he picked me up. “Let’s continue this to your room so you’ll be comfortable.”