After breaking up a fight between an agressive young man and his girlfriend, the college professor finds himself in possession of a very attractive, extremely thankful young woman who has no place to go.
“What the devil?” he demanded.
“I haven’t slept by myself in, like, forever,” she whispered, her face right next to his by now. “Is it all right if I crawl under the covers with you, Liam?”
“No!” he practically shouted, feeling her already peeling the covers back on his right side and sliding under them. “Stop that! This is…this isn’t right!”
“Why not?” she asked softly, cuddling up next to him, her bare right breast feeling soft and pliant against his pajama-clad chest. “I told you I’m not comfortable sleeping alone.”
“Sweet Jesus, girl!” he protested, pushing her away, but not very strenuously. “You shouldn’t…I mean…you can’t!”
He felt her hands, gentle and exploring, on the flannel of his nightshirt and then lower, on his pajama trousers. Right over his…
“Stop that!” he pleaded, feeling himself going instantly hard under her tender caress.
He could see her face just clearly enough to see that she was smiling. She wrapped her hand around his swelling shaft and stroked it lightly, through the flannel cloth.
“Oh, Holy God! Stop that,” he pleaded, not sounding—even to himself—like he really wanted her to stop very badly.
“Shhhhh!” she shushed him, kissing his cheek softly, his manhood jerking in her fist when her lips touched his face. “I’m just trying to pay you back a little for being so sweet to me.”
“But…but you don’t have to do that, Miranda!” he assured her. “I never expected…I never wanted to take advantage of…”
She shut him up by kissing him, her lips soft and moist and so lovely that he thought for a moment that he might lose it and ejaculate right then and there. Her little tongue slipped down into his mouth and he knew at that precise instant that he was as good as lost.
She’s so young and gorgeous and sensuous, he told himself, moaning helplessly up into her sweet, succulent mouth as she tongued him. Oh, dear God help me, but she’s like Sex personified!
“Miranda, you don’t have to…” he panted when she finally broke off the kiss after a little while.
“I know.” She answered him, easing her thumbs down under the elastic of his pajama bottoms and tugging them downward. “That’s why I want to. You’ve been so sweet to me. Now just lie back and let me be sweet to you, you wonderful man.”
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Published February 4, 2011
by New Dawning Bookfair.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.