MOAN

MOAN

“I have always ever wanted only you.” He whispers again, this time even more fierce.

Our lips brush; A feathery kind of lip touch. But I moan silently, because I want more, my nerve endings felt like they were on fire. I needed him.

His head hung so I could not see his eyes, I could not tell if dominant professor had disappeared. He groaned, his palms still cupping my face.

“You have no idea how much I have always wanted to have on my table front of class, or in my office, I wanted so much to hear you scream my name. I want to touch you Roxanne.”

He sounds so earnest when he says this.

My stomach does a flip when I hear the words. My throat had gone dry, so my whimper is almost silent, still, he caught it.

“I want to make you make those sounds all night.”

“Then do it..” my voice is a tiny whisper.

I was dripping at this point, my legs clenched and unclenched just by hearing him say the words.

“I can't.” He says finally raising his head to look at m