Read Online When It's Love by Emma Lauren - Free Book Online

around to face you, leaning back against the sink. You check me out, from my bare feet, to my tight black yoga pants, to my thin white t-shirt through which you can see the outline and texture of my black, lacy bra.
    We’re a few feet from each other and neither of us is moving. We’re staring into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavily. I’m afraid to move. You’re my professor, and you’re standing before me in my apartment. I’ve dreamed of this for so long.
    Thankfully, you’re not afraid to approach me and you saunter over, your eyes never leaving mine, your head cocked slightly to the left. Your lips are parted. You are now face to face with me. Your hands reach up to hold my face titling it upward, making sure my eyes never leave yours. “Don’t take your eyes off me,” you whisper sternly. “And remember you have to do as I say if you want to keep that A+ you got in my class.”
    My desire grows with every syllable you murmur. You run your hands down my cheeks, and then trace my lips with one finger. My knees feel weak and my eyes are on the verge of closing, my lips now tingling and begging to meet yours. “I want my A+, Prof,” I whisper in reply.
    You bring your face to mine. We’re almost nose to nose, our lips less than an inch apart. Your breath is warm. I’m desperate for your kiss. “Can I close my eyes?” I whisper.
    “Not yet,” you say. You take a half step back, slide your hands down my sides until you reach the hem of my t-shirt. In one swift movement you pull it up and over my head. You toss the shirt on the floor and your face is right back in front of mine.
    Your dark green eyes are full of passion as you tug on the waist of my yoga pants, pulling them just low enough to expose my pelvic bones. “Kiss me,” I say.
    “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” you whisper as you kneel, all the while still looking up at my eyes. I reach down and run my fingers through your hair. You finally break eye contact when you place a small kiss just above my hips. Then another kiss just above that and another until you’ve crossed my navel and kissed your way all the way up to my breasts. You stand up tall again and slide the straps of my bra down. As the bra slips lower my nipples are partly exposed. You place a tiny kiss on the rim of each dark pink circle and then lift your head so we’re eye to eye again.
    I’m lost in your touch and I need more of it. I think you’re finally going to kiss me. Your lips are so close to mine again and I feel the heat of your body as it nears me. I want you, Professor Sparling. I want you so badly. Do you know what you do to me? Stop teasing me like this.
    You pull away from me and take a few steps back. You look me up and down, and a sultry half-smile appears on your face.
    “Take off your pants, Sydney,” you say.
    I don’t hesitate for a minute. I simply do as I’m told and you watch me push the pants just low enough to expose the triangle of my white satin thong. You let out a quiet groan that tells me you like what you see and you want me as much as I want you.
    So my bra is falling off and my pants are on their way down. It’s your turn now, Professor. I may not get to make the rules, here, but if you want this to keep going, you’ll have to tell me you what happens next.
    I click send without rereading a word since I’m afraid of cringing at what I’ve written. I really don’t want to lose my nerve at this point. Distraction is now seriously necessary so I make a quick transition to the Zappos website and try to stave off my passion with images of shoes. It’s the virtual equivalent of having a bucket of cold water dumped on my head. Staring at shoes certainly does the trick, and as I’m cooling off, a pair of pricey Steve Maddens catches my eyes – black with a four-inch spike heel and Mary Jane style strap. All I can think is that these shoes are worth a splurge because they’d be perfect for a sexy schoolgirl outfit. My wanton