The Professor I Shouldn't Want

Completely Satisfied

POV: Isadora

Anne: [Then come over to my place]

I hit send immediately.

Henry: [Your roommate won’t mind?]

Anne: [She’s not here]

Anne: [She’s going to be out of town for a few days]

Henry: [For real? Hehe]

Henry: [Okay then]

Henry: [Since I’ve been challenged, I guess I have no choice but to head over]

I smiled.

Anne: [Such a huge sacrifice, isn't it?]

Henry: [Massive]

Henry: [Haha]

Henry: [See you in twenty minutes]

Anne: [Okay]

I typed that with a grin from ear to ear, unable to contain my excitement, but the rush only lasted a few seconds. Just until a tiny detail clicked.

"Wait, did he say twenty minutes?", I reread the message. "Oh my god, I have twenty minutes to dye my hair."

I bolted toward my closet, grabbed the boxes of dye, and ran to the bathroom. I started desperately lathering the dye onto my hair while my mind screamed that I’d never make it in time. He’d get here and I wouldn't even be halfway done; I was screwed. What a brilliant idea, inviting him over when my hair wasn't even done. Great job, Isadora.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and my heart skipped a beat. Was he already here? I grabbed it; it was a text from him.

Henry: [Hey, have you eaten yet?]

He wasn't here yet. I could finally breathe again.

Anne: [Not yet]

Henry: [Do you like Mexican food?]

Anne: [Yes]

Henry: [There’s a Mexican spot near here]

Henry: [I order from there all the time]

Henry: [It’s really good]

Henry: [If you want, I can grab some for us to eat there]

Anne: [Sure]

Anne: [Great idea]

I typed back, literally jumping up and down in my bathroom.

"Please, let that restaurant be packed so he takes another half hour.", I prayed, grabbing the bottle of dye again and frantically working it through my hair.

By the time I finally finished, my hand was actually aching. I scrutinized my hair in the mirror, looking for any trace of my natural color, but it was a solid, uniform brown. I checked my phone, eighteen minutes had passed since Henry’s last text saying he was on his way. It looked like the restaurant really was busy, which bought me some much-needed time.

I did a quick cleanup of the bathroom, changed clothes, and put on the rest of my disguise: the contacts, the glasses, the fake lashes, and I darkened my eyebrows again to help. Miraculously, I was ready before he arrived. By the time I sat down on the couch, I was actually out of breath.

My phone buzzed.

Henry: [I’m at the door]

I froze. I replied to his text and went to the intercom to buzz him in. I was a nervous wreck; even though he’d seen me once before, the fear of being recognized never truly went away. I ducked into the bathroom for one last look. I looked exactly the same as when he first saw me, except for the makeup and the curls. If he didn't recognize me then, he wouldn't now. Or so I hoped.

He knocked, and I smiled. Only he could make me feel happy and terrified at the same time.

"Hi.", I beamed as soon as I opened the door.

"Hey.", he smiled back, stepping into the apartment. "Where can I put this?", he asked, gesturing to the bags of food.

"You can just put it on the table.", I pointed.

"Sorry I'm late.", he said, setting the food out.

"No worries.", I replied, watching him.

He was wearing a long, dark gray overcoat, a black tie, and a white dress shirt tucked into brownish-gray jeans. As usual, everything was perfectly tailored and fit him like a glove. God, this man was attractive, and he didn't even have to try.

"What is it?", he asked, noticing me staring.

"Nothing.", I blushed. "Do you want to take off your coat?"

"You want me to take my coat off?", he smirked. There was a hint of mischief in that smile.

I smiled back.

"Well, it’s warmer in here, you might be getting hot..."

"I am.", he said, locking eyes with me. "But it's not because of the temperature."

I was blushing again, and he definitely noticed.

"Let's eat?", I asked, and he nodded, taking his coat off right after.

He’d nailed it again, the food was amazing. I couldn't even remember the last time I’d had Mexican. We ate and talked about our day almost like we were already a couple, and I loved that feeling.

After we ate, I gave him a tour of my place. There wasn't much to see since the apartment was tiny, but he seemed to really like it.

"Reminds me of my first apartment.", he said. We were in my bedroom now. "I shared it with a friend, too. It was basically just like this.", he smiled.

"Was it as organized as this one?", I asked. He laughed, glancing at the clothes on the floor.

"It was worse. I didn't have much time to keep it tidy."

"And now?", I asked.

"I still don't have the time.", I laughed.

"Good, then I don't feel so bad about showing you my room like this.", he laughed softly.

"Anne, the clothes on the floor are the last thing catching my attention right now."

He stepped closer, never taking his eyes off mine. I didn't say a word; I just smiled, trying not to blush again while the butterflies in my stomach went wild. He caressed my face gently and kissed me. It started slow but quickly intensified as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

Nothing else mattered in that moment. It was overwhelming, his kiss, his touch, his scent. I was ecstatic. I just wanted more and more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing what little distance was left between us.

He kissed me intensely, with a hunger that made it feel like he’d been waiting for this since the moment he walked through the door. And that just made me crave him even more. I was already completely turned on just from that kiss. Henry had a power over my body that no other man ever had.

Without wasting any more time, we moved to the bed. His mouth went to my neck while I ran my hand through his hair. Without any hesitation, he pulled off my top and my bra, and his lips began to travel down to my breasts.

But he didn't stop there. He went lower and lower. He unbuttoned my denim shorts and slid them down along with my panties. He stared down there before locking eyes with me, his expression pure hunger. After that, I completely lost it. Not a single coherent thought stayed in my head; all I could do was moan and lose myself in the feeling.

He held my legs firmly, keeping me still while he buried his face in my most sensitive spot. And then it hit me. An intense orgasm that made my whole body arch. He pulled away with a wicked grin on his face.

"You're delicious.", he said, stripping off his tie and shirt, revealing the toned chest I’d fantasized about so much.

I didn't even try to look away; I just stared at his body until he took off his pants. He was huge, and when he dropped his boxers, he was already fully hard. If he hadn't been so focused on putting on a condom, he probably would’ve seen the shock on my face. The man was literally perfect. My mouth was watering just looking at him.

"Come here.", he said with a hungry smile after he finished. He was sitting up against the headboard.

I didn't quite get what he wanted at first, but of course I wouldn't; I’d spent four years used to being on the bottom.

"Sit here.", he said, his voice thick with desire. And I obeyed.

I didn't mean to sit down all at once, honestly, I didn't even know it was possible considering his size. But I must have been so ready for him because he slid right in, filling me completely and making me moan loudly, totally losing control.

He squeezed my thigh with one hand and held the back of my neck with the other, kissing me again. I had one hand on his gorgeous chest as I rode him. That feeling of being full was so good that my body just moved on its own. I didn't have to think, I didn't have to act; I just had to feel.

Soon his mouth was on my neck and both his hands were gripping my hips tight as he reached his limit. I collapsed on top of him, exhausted, but this time, I was completely satisfied.