AN- A lot of research went into this chapter on anatomy and erogenous zones so I hope you appreciate it and learn a little something from it because I certainly did. I'm starting to realize that this fic has more than a smut benefit, it is also extremely educational for those who have questions about sex and may not know how to educate themselves on the subject. So I'm hoping it is helping some of you as well. Enjoy my first contribution to anatomy week.
Rate My Professor
*Getting to Know You*
Emma stopped dead in her tracks, tensing and inwardly cursing herself as the door slammed shut behind her, the sound reverberating through her ears like a loud gunshot. She tilted her head up toward the ceiling, watching the flickering of the floursents overhead as she fisted the strap of her messenger bag situated over her shoulder.
He was never here before the rest of class. But sure enough there he was thumbing through papers. She stood enraptured, staring as his tongue darted out from between his lips to lick the pad of his thumb to separate the pages in his hand.
She canted her head to the left in silent appraisal, noting the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his erect and resolute stance, and his muscles flexing ever so slightly underneath his tight fitting black sweater with every passing paper — he was impossibly perfect in his natural habitat.
She felt like a voyeur, all breath and thought leaving her body as she recalled the feel of his soft touch on her naked skin, the brush of his lips against her and the sensations he elicited from her.
Professor Jones shifted his posture, glancing up from his lesson notes to look around the room before his eyes fell upon the woman who had occupied his thoughts for the last several days.
Emma exhaled slowly, her shoulders sagging with the action as his eyes fell on hers.
He let a small smile escape him and a gentle flush raised to his cheeks before averting his gaze and reaching for his cup of coffee. He brought his travel mug to his lips, letting its comforting contents run down his throat to calm his nerves before his lesson.
She shook off the brief encounter, banishing it to the far off regions of her mind so that she could walk herself the rest of the distance to her seat rather than gawking at her professor like a certified crazy person.
She popped into her seat with an audible thump, the chair creaking slightly before fumbling into her bag to retrieve her notebook. Despite not looking up to confirm her suspicions, she could see his heated stare boring into her, a rapt captivation by her behavior that made her shiver with anticipation.
Professor Jones turned his back from the class to grab his phone from the pocket of his slacks so he could jot down a quick message for his pupil, letting it linger so he could send it at just the right moment.
He turned to face the class, glancing at the clock at the back of the classroom — it was time to start the lesson. "Welcome back everyone. I trust that you had a pleasant weekend and you are all refreshed and ready to get started today." He announced, shoving his hand in his pocket covertly, his finger hovering over the send button.
"If you've been keeping up with the syllabus I posted online you should know that this week is anatomy week." He said, hearing the collective groans of the class. "I know. I know. But we are going to be going more in depth than the average biology or sex education class." He explained, waving his free hand around as he spoke.
"We will be spending a lot of time discussing the main functions of both the female and male sex organs but more importantly their responses of sexual stimulation when it comes to the erogenous zones." He smiled, pressing send on his phone, his eyes falling to her in the front row as he heard the faint buzzing of her phone. He nodded in her direction before turning to the rest of the class and continuing with his lecture.
Still trying to focus on his lecture she pulled out her phone from her pocket and dragged it into her lap, glancing back and forth between him and her phone as she pulled up her text messages.
Professor Jones: I can't stop thinking about you in the throes of your pleasure. Knowing that I'm the only one who has seen you like that drives me absolutely insane. I spent all weekend touching myself to the thought of you fucking yourself for me. I can't wait to be between those gorgeous thighs of yours.
Her jaw dropped, her eyes skimming over the content of the message as she felt a rush of heat go through her. She must have read it over five times before her vision was obstructed by a shadow casting over the glare of the phone. She looked up slowly to find Professor Jones looming over her, giving her a generous view of the outline of his shameless erection pushing against his trousers.
"You all should be paying attention to this lecture. This will be on your midterm exam. It sounds like a fair distance away but I assure you it will be here before you know it." He glanced down at her with a heated glare, his pupils dark and lustful as he clenched his remarkably chiseled jaw.
"As I was saying…" He took off toward the wall opposite her to flick the lights off and lower the projector screen. "This will all be on the exam so please take generous notes. You will want to review them." He reminded everyone before stalking off to the computer to pull up that day's powerpoint lecture.
Emma's eyes widened as he flipped to the first slide of his presentation with a diagram of the female sex.
"Now I'm sure you are all familiar with the female sex… well most of you anyway." He laughed faintly before licking his chapped lips. "The female sex includes: the vagina, vulva, clitoris, cervix, womb, ovaries, urethra and lastly, the anus. You should be able to identify each of these organs and their locations for the midterm." He reiterated for the class' benefit.
"There are quite a few places in the vaginal region that are used to provide arousal. First we have the mons pubis, that is the spot just above the clitoris. The nerve endings in this particular part of the body can be messaged to create an indirect sensation that stimulates the labia and the clitoris." He used the laser pointer to point to the enlarged picture with bullet points highlighting some of its features.
"Next on our tour of the female sex we have the clitoris. The clitoris is where most women receive their pleasure and that is because this sensitive bundle of nerves contains 8,000 nerve endings. These nerve endings are protected by the clitoral hood. When aroused or stimulated it becomes erect." He flashed his eyes over toward Emma, who sat stoically in her seat.
"Then we have the vaginal opening which is the primary spot that is used for male insertion or alternatively a dildo. It is covered by the vulva and its inner lips are known as the labia. The vagina is lined with membranes that secrete mucus that help keep the vagina wet. When turned on the blood vessels in the female sex dilate and the increased blood flow in the vaginal walls allows fluid to pass more easily through them. This helps to lubricate the vagina during sexual intercourse."
"Females also have a very thin lining of tissue known as the hymen that covers the opening of the vagina. Occasionally hymens might break or tear during any type of insertion including fingers, tampons, objects or the male sex organ. Alternatively the hymen stretches to accommodate any type of penetration." He added, nodding certainly.
"Last week I briefly mentioned the g-spot located inside the uppermost wall of the vaginal canal about two inches in. It can be stimulated several ways but the most direct way is by inserting fingers and turning them upward into a 'come hither' motion. Occasionally stimulating the g-spot can result in what is known as female ejaculation." He said, pacing in front of the screen, his shadow reflecting as he walked.
"There are many who believe that the g-spot can also be stimulated outside of the vagina and has often been referred to as the inner clitoris and I'm afraid the jury is still out on exactly what triggers it." He talked with his hands.
"However, female ejactulation is emitted from the urethra and is often confused with urination. It originates in what is known as the 'female prostate.' It consists of a thick white milky substance when released and often resembles male ejaculate. Most women report a rising warmth within and a strong tremble between the thighs during orgasm."
"It is commonly associated with 'squirting' but this is inaccurate. Women will often feel an urge to urinate when achieved. It stems from the bladder and exits from the urethra, and consists of a mixture of urine and ejaculate." He described to the class.
"The last of the dominant female erogenous zones is the cervix that can be reached during deep penetration. This is probably the most common way to achieve a vaginal orgasm. Experts suggest using any deep reaching position like 'doggy style' to achieve this type of orgasm." He moved back to the computer and clicked onto the next slide showing that they were moving onto the male sex.
"Now a topic I feel more comfortable discussing given my own personal experience with it is the male sex organs." He announced, causing some of the class to chuckle. "I'm glad most of you find me so amusing. Sometimes those jokes don't always hit. But moving on…"
"We are staring at the glans penis which is mostly commonly referred to as the curved head of the penis. It is by far the most sensitive spot on a male because it contains 4,000 nerve endings. It should be stimulated along with the rest of the shaft and testicles during foreplay or self pleasure for optimal results." He told the class. "In the center of the head is the urethral tract which contains two separate tubes — one for urine and the other for ejaculation. Additionally, men can experience what is known as pre-ejaculation when the penis becomes aroused. It is different from regular ejaculate and is clear in color, it can be used as additional lubrication."
"The skin on the underside of the penis is known as the frenulum. It is extremely sensitive to touch or the attention of a tongue." He said, his voice smooth and velvety with the added hint of masculine husk.
She released a long breath she wasn't aware she was holding in as he carried the word out before continuing with his lecture.
"This is also the primary trigger of male orgasms and should be given special attention. The male sex organ also comes equpped with a thin layer of skin known as foreskin. It is filled with nerve endings that add additional pleasure when stimulated with the rest of the penis. However, there are several men who have circumcised penises. This is a more common practice here in the states…"
"Males also come equipped with a scrotum and testicles. The scrotum is the long seam that runs along the center of the penis and can be stimulated for added pleasure. There are several nerve endings associated with the testicles. This is the place sperm is produced and travels through a series of tubes only to escape out of the urethra." He communicated.
"While both sexes are capable of arousal and pleasure through the anus, only men are capable of achieving an orgasm through this method due to the prostate. Alternatively, women will need additional stimulation during anal play our penetration to achieve orgasm. The prostate is located a few inches inside the anus and can be stimulated by applying pressure to the front wall. Whenever engaging in any anal play or penetration make sure the object or body part being used is well-lubricated." He glanced up at his slides and then back toward the class as they dutifully scribbled their notes.
"If I didn't put up the slides for long enough I will be posting them onto the class web page so make sure you review those." He told them before walking over toward the wall to flip on the lights and raise the screen.
Professor Jones headed back to the front of the lecture hall and leaned himself against the table, his arms crossed over his chest. "I hope that was very informative and that some of you learned something you may have not gotten from previous sex education. When we talk about the mental response to sexual stimulation we also need to consider the body's physical response." He clapped his hands together. "That is all I have for you today and it looks like we finished a little early — no pun intended — so you are all dismissed. I will see you all on Thursday. If any of you have any questions on today's lecture feel free to reach me via email. There is zero judgement and one hundred percent anonymity when it comes to this class." He leaned forward as he spoke, watching his class stumble out of their seats and exit the hall.
Emma collected her belongings with a questionable slowness, her eyes darting back and forth from what she was doing to him, waiting for the instructions from him that she knew was sure to come.
He circled the table to the other side where his own supplies sat and dug out his phone to shoot her a quick text and watched from his spot to make sure she understood it.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she quickly pulled it out to investigate.
Professor Jones: Wait a few minutes after I leave and then meet me upstairs in my office.
She looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting his as he packed up his stuff. She bent her head forward, her gaze trained back on her phone before tapping her fingers on the screen to articulate her artful reply.
Emma: Okay.
Nice Emma.
This man wanted to do all manner of naughty things to her and all she could respond with was 'nice?' She was questioning having her jaw wired shut to prevent her from sticking her foot inside it. She closed her eyes, wrinkling her face at her own awkwardness.
Professor Jones glanced down at his phone resting on the table to read her incoming message and smiled before grabbing it and shoving it into his pocket, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and taking off toward the door leaving her staring blankly behind.
How long was she supposed to wait for?
She bounced her leg impatiently, chewing on her lower lip as she watched the clock on the front wall, watching the offensive red hand move in a painful slowness in a clockwise direction. She tapped her foot and drummed her fingernails against the arm rests, shuffling in her chair until enough time had passed.
She couldn't get out of her seat fast enough — she practically flung herself upright, nearly stumbling backward as she slung her bag over her shoulder, holding the handle as she began to walk at a brisk pace out the door.
She opted to take the stairs rather than the elevator — that machine was a death trap just waiting to drag her to hell and it should be condemned. The building itself was older than sin with its darkened corridors and its yellowing walls, its messy tile dating back to the early 70s. It was in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint. It didn't really compare to the newer, more buildings on campus and lacked some of its modern nuisances. It was safe to say that this was a building they never considered putting a coffee shop in. The psychology department wasn't one of those lucrative departments that wasn't on the priority list for a reinvention — any list really.
Her heart was beating a million beats a minute as she took each step, ascending the stairs, her hand gliding across the railing for support as she ventured up to the third floor. When she reached the third floor she took the corresponding door that led to a maze of carpeted hallways — never ending identical doors lining each wall. She had never come this way before. She had always taken the elevator and deviation had proven to be a bad choice on the part of someone who was directionally challenged.
She darted in and out of hallways, scanning the plaques outside the door bearing the names of the office owners, obviously eliminating the offices that were visibly vacant while looking for some familiar landmarks to determine her location.
Why hadn't she ever bothered to memorize the room number? Oh yeah, that was because she was a walking colossal idiot of epic proportions and shouldn't be allowed around fully functioning human beings. She rounded a familiar stretch of offices and finally stumbled upon an office with the name "K. Jones" posted outside of it. She could make out the shadows of his feet underneath the crack in the door and the faintest amount of light peeking out through the small gaps in the blinds covering the front windows.
Emma placed forehead against the door, taking a deep breath before gently rapping her knuckles against the door to announce her presence.
"Come in." She could hear his reply from behind the thick wood and moved to open it and shoved herself before anyone noticed her. This was the second time that the mere sight of him had caused her to come to a screeching halt. He stood with his back toward her so she could see the contours of his muscles stretching and filling out his sweater. Her mouth went dry as her eyes trailed the length of him appreciatively, all coherent thought and sensibility leaving her body as she took in the way his tight ass hugged his grey slacks. She formed fists at her sight to keep herself in check.
"Emma?" He addressed her, looking at her from over his shoulder.
She swallowed hard before acknowledging him, "Professor Jones."
A grin spread over his face and he scrubbed his hand down his face, shaking his head as he turned to face her. "Still on Professor Jones are we?" He sauntered over to where she stood, his hands tucked inside his pockets. "I think we are beyond formalities at this point. I told you to call me Killian." He walked her backward with a predatory look in his eye.
Her spine hit the back of her door as he crowded her in with his body. She blinked rapidly at their close proximity as he scanned her flushed face. "Killian." She breathed out, his name feeling foreign on her lips.
"You are so incredibly beautiful. You know that right?" He searched her expression, his once blue eyes clouded over with lust. He reached out, sweeping his hand over her blonde curls as he leaned forward to ghost his lips over hers.
She shivered expectantly feeling his warm breath against her face as her eyes fluttered shut.
He pressed his lips to hers, capturing her sigh of contentment into his mouth, drowning in the gentle taste of her tongue sliding against his. He rocked his hips into hers allowing her to feel how hard and needy he was for her.
Emma moaned, bucking back against him demandingly, letting her clothed center brush against his erection without breaking the contact of their lips. Her palms skimmed over his back, dragging her fingertips until they rested on his behind and smoothed over the swell of his buttox.
Killian groaned, rolling his hips against hers as he tore his lips from hers to press hot feverish kisses along her neck.
She continued to push her hips into his in search for contact, the sublime feeling of his hardness against her weeping sex driving her insane with need. "Why does this feel so good?" She wondered innocently, leveraging him with a firm grasp on his ass to hit the place where she needed him.
"If that feels good… imagine what it would be like when I'm finally inside you." He rasped picking a place on the delicate flesh of her neck to bite down, sucking it into his lips before laving with it his tongue.
She cried out at the sensation of his teeth scraping against her skin, the divine pressure he was creating against her clit, but still she needed more. "Killian… please." She whined, trembling with need.
"What do you need? Where do you need me?" He cradled her face in his hands, his eyes boring into hers — blue on green.
"Please." She whimpered, her lower lip quivering. "Need you. Make me come. Please." She begged, humping against him in search of friction.
"Show me. Show me where you need me." He growled, jutting out his chin.
She grasped his wrist, dragging it underneath the waistband of her jeans until he reached her quivering sex.
"You want me here?" He asked teasingly, brushing his thumb against her aching clit, drawing a strained gasp from her lips. "How do you want me?" He smirked, enjoying the woman who was a hot trembling mess against him.
"Please." She said desperately. "Just touch me!" She fisted her hands into the material of his sweater.
Killian leaned in until his lips were a breadth away from hers and hollowed out his cheeks to shush her into silence. "Patience. I will give you what you need." He told her, his hand slipping from her pants to lock the door behind them.
Emma tucked her lower lip into her mouth to suppress a desperate whine from her lips, her body buzzing and singing for his expert touch. She squirmed against the door, his expression boring into hers intensely making her swallow hard.
She arched her back against the door as his hands found the fastenings of her jeans, popping open the button and deftly pulled down the zipper. She sighed breathlessly as he brushed his fingertips against the exposed skin just above her panty line.
He looked up at her expectantly, reading her responsive reactions to his actions. "Let's see how well you were paying attention." He rasped, slipping his hands into the sides of her jeans to slip the material from her hips until it pooled at her feet.
Emma toed off her shoes, giving her professor access to remove her pants from her legs, her nails raking against the wood of the door behind her.
He hooked his hand over her ankle, his fingertips skimming languidly up the length of her leg, his lips ghosting against her skin as he travelled toward his intended destination.
She panted as he inched toward her sex, his hot palm tracing her panties upon his ascent, stopping to rub the heel of his hand against her mound.
"Do you remember what this is?" He husked, blowing hot air against her causing her to hiss. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with lust. "Perhaps you need a hint?" He supposed with a wicked glint in his eye as he softly messaged her. "It is a very sensitive part of the flesh that grows what kind of fine curls?" He teased.
Her mouth parted at the sound of the seductive lilt in his voice sending another wave of moisture gushing between her legs.
"That wasn't an answer." He sounded disappointed. "Perhaps you need more motivation in order to spark your memory?" He suggested, grinning up at her as his fingers grazed her hips. "I think these are getting in your way…" He snapped the side of her thong against her skin.
He smirked devilishly, sliding his hands between her hip and her panties, stroking her skin as he pushed them down her hips and down her legs, exposing her to his appraising view. "That is much better." He remarked. "Just look at you… so needy… I can see the mess you've made between your thighs."
She moaned, rolling her head against the door as his fingers danced over her sensitive naked flesh and she parted her legs instinctively for him in search of more friction.
"Such a good girl." He told her heatedly, dropping reverent kisses against her public bone. "Is this familiar?"
Emma whined and nodded her head fervently in reply. "Pubis." She breathed out longingly.
"It's mons pubis. Ordinarily I would take points off for that but I suppose in this case I can make an exception… just this once." He swept his hand over her skin before sliding a single digit through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal as he parted her. "Labia minora."
She gasped against his touch, rocking her hips against his explorative touch, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin as she held her breath, his fingers stroking upward toward her clit.
"And I expect you know what this one is." He smiled wickedly, his eyes shining with arousal as he brushed the pad of his thumb against her clit.
"Clit!" She cried out, pushing herself against the strokes of his fingers against her wollen bud.
"Very good." He mused proudly, circling her clit as a reward for her answer, increasing the pressure sending her mewling against his ministrations. He gave her a cocky smile, watching her intently as she brazenly arched into his touch, silently begging him for more.
He lifted a dark brow as he slid his thumb, stroking her sex in earnest before stopping at her sopping wet opening. "How about here?" He lowered his mouth between her thighs, breathing against her soaked flesh.
"Vag-" The word barely left her mouth before he slipped a long thick ringed finger inside her.
Her voice died in her throat as he began to work his finger in and out of her tight channel slick with her desire. Her walls closed around him against the intrusion of another one of his fingers joining the other, spreading her as he stroked her.
"Fuck you are so wet." He said, his voice strained with his own desire as he brushed her clit with his nose, inhaling the tantalizing scent of her that made his cock twitch in his trousers.
His eyes were hazed over with want, getting lost at the way his fingers disappeared inside her, enjoying the way she penetrated herself on them. "Yes. Just like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers."
"Please." She begged, her nails scraping against his scalp as her fingers threaded their way into his hair to lead him to where she needed him most.
He smirked against her slit, his warm languid breaths hitting her sensitive flesh in a teasing fashion. "And this?" He whispered against her as he curled his fingers up inside of her. "Come on darling. You know this one." He coaxed his fingers, stroking that spot inside of her as a series of strangled moans left her lips. "You seem fairly occupied at the moment so allow me… this is your g-spot. Right now you feel a powerful sensation building up in your core just begging to be released."
Killian pressed his lips against her clit, his tongue darting out between his parted lips to lick her tentatively, his tongue flicking against her sensitive nerves as she howled in pleasure. "So good." He rasped out before lashing her with his tongue in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside her.
She rocked his head against her pussy as he tasted her enthusiastically, her inner muscles clasping his fingers as he continued to stretch her. Her mouth parted in a silent scream as his eager mouth closed around her, sucking her between his lips, massaging her with his greedy mouth until she was a crumbling mess above him.
She pulled him against her tightly, holding him in place against her weeping sex as she cried out in pleasure, her entire body trembling as she came violently against him. Her eyes snapped shut as she convulsed against his mouth, her sex trembling against his fingers, which were still pumping in and out of her, working her though her monumental high.
He brought her down slowly, coaxing her through her orgasm until he felt her go slack against him panting hard. He was there, a lazy grin plastered on his lips, his eyes hooded as he inspected her face. "Better?" He asked her, his voice dripping with mirth.
"Thank you." She breathed out, shoving herself against the door before moving to collect her discarded blue jeans.
"Oh no. We aren't finished yet." He pressed a hand on her chest to still her movements.
"We aren't?" She wondered, her brows knitting together in confusion as she moved back onto her feet in front of him.
"Of course we aren't." He stated like it was a matter of fact. "Are you that distracted in my class that you missed half the lesson?"
Her mouth formed an 'o' in recognition and her eyes drifted down to the hard flesh aching inside his trousers. Her eyes widened instinctually, the promise of seeing a naked man giving her an equal amount of trepidation and excitement.
"We still have to test your retention for the male anatomy." He shifted his stance in front of her with a cocky smile. "But that is only if you are willing." He added for good measure, his eyes searching hers for any hint of discomfort.
"Ye-" She started before snapping out of her lustful haze. "I mean-" She stammered, blinking rapidly. She had imagined this man naked far too many times to count and right now she was blowing it by being a bumbling idiot. "Yes I would like to."
"You would like to what?" He asked for clarification, regarding her carefully.
"I would like to touch you." She admitted in a low whisper.
"Well if the lady insists…" He began toeing off his shoes while his fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt.
She stood paralyzed, her eyes clouded over with lust and her jaw slacked as he slowly eased the buttons from their holes and shed the shirt from his body bearing the lean muscles of his arms. He was far more beautiful than she had ever imagined.
Emma sucked in a breath as he grabbed the hem of his wife beater and shoved it over her head leaving him only in his slacks. She gawked at him appreciatively and was completely caught off guard when he took her wrist in his hand and pulled her toward him, placing the palm of her hand on his chest.
She glided her palm over his chest in amazement, watching as his muscles flexed underneath her touch. She was absolutely mesmerized by the strength in his body and the heat wafting off of him nearly burning her hand.
He smiled down at her in amusement, his body shaking in silent laughter. He was helpless against her tentative movements as she explored him, captivated by her hesitance as she swirled her thumb over his nipple. He allowed her to take her time, enjoying the myriad of expressions that crossed her features and her shallow breathing as she brushed her fingers over his pecs, trailing them lower to study the deep crease in his hips that disappeared below his waistline.
She looked at him, her eyes silently seeking permission to continue her exploration.
He gave her a firm nod and he let out a faint hiss as he felt her lithe hand rub against the outline of his cock.
She palmed him experimentally, noting the way his flesh twitched against her hand in response. She leaned against him, pressing herself into his erection, her breathing ragged as she leaned into whisper, "can I touch you?"
"You already are." He teased.
"You know what I mean…" She alluded softly. "I want to make you feel good… like you do for me." She purred, rubbing herself against him drawing a strangled groan from his lips.
"Yes." He said breathlessly.
She fumbled with his belt, undoing it's buckle and easing it through the loops to loosen it before pawing at the fastenings of his trousers. She pried his pants open until they bunched at his hips. Emma dropped to the floor in front of him, a look of surprise on his face as she caressed the contours of his firm buttox and seized the waistband of his bands and slowly began dragging the material over his legs.
She settled onto her knees in front of him, bending forward to remove his pants from his legs and set them aside. She had managed to avoid looking at his cock directly up to this point so when she met it at eye level there was only one word she could utter was fuck at the sight of his throbbing masculine flesh.
She had nothing to compare him to really. And the scientific diagrams in her health textbooks had certainly not prepared her for him. She watched stunned yet fascinated as he took himself into his hand and began working himself over his length in slow drawn out movements. She watched his facial expression change to one of pure rapture as he deftly stroked his generous girth.
His hand glided over his shaft, gripping fingers snuggly around all seven inches of him
She watched his purposeful strokes appreciatively, enjoying the sight of his cock twitching in his grasp. She found herself wondering what it would be like to the touch. The thought had barely passed through her mind as she extended a shaky hand toward him. She felt him jolt slightly, a hiss falling from his lips as her hand covered his and wrapping it around to join his fluid ministrations against himself.
She allowed the fingertips of her unoccupied hand to lightly brush the swollen head of his cock, teasing his slit curiously, She heard him groan, a low rumble erupting from his chest as she swept her fingers over the sensitive nerves, tracing the outline of the rounded curves. He was hot to the touch and felt like silk underneath her fingers. For something that was supposed to be rigid and hard, it was soft like velvet.
Killian nearly howled as she tentatively circled his slit with the pad of her thumb, sweeping the moisture gathered there as he used his hand to guide her movements against him. He released his grip over himself, letting it slip from his cock allowing Emma's to replace it. "Show me what you've learned." He coaxed her, adoringly brushing his hand through her hair.
Emma curled her lips in determination and turned her attention back to the task at hand. She pumped her hand eagerly over his shaft with fluid strokes.
His head fell back, his mouth parted in pleasure as she tugged, increasing the pressure of her hold on him as she worked him up and down. He was overcome by the feeling of her lithe little hand wrapped around him, the ease in which she moved it like she had been doing it for a long time — there was no doubt left in his mind as to just how quick a study she was, his initial perceptions of her confirmed.
He found his mind drifting to what it would be like buried inside her mouth, feeling her lips wrapped around him as she suckled him. He growled at the thought and thrust into her hand, pressing himself urgently into her grasp, pulling the pleasure from his body with every stroke. "That's it sweetheart. Just like that. So fucking good." He mumbled, too lost in the sensations she was creating against his cock.
This spurred her on, provoking her to pick up the pace as he had set by snapping his hips into her waiting fist. She felt him fuck into her hand, could feel his rough demand for completion in every press of his hips against her. She felt his hand tighten in her hair causing her to work harder to fulfill his desire letting the strangled moans and gasps of pleasure guide her.
Killian rocked forward on unsteady legs, his cock positively throbbing, aching for release as it twitched hotly in her hand in silent warning. He rutted impatiently into her hand, feeling the unbearable pressure building inside, just begging to be freed. He allowed himself to imagine what she would look like covered in his sticky release, its warm liquid running down her hand as she tried to capture every last drop.
He felt himself snap at the vivid imagination, his back arching as she retched the orgasm from his body. He sighed in relief, erupting hotly in her hand as she dutifully worked him through his high, coating her fingers in his essence until his body was sated.
She slowed her pace, bringing him down until she felt the last vestiges of his climax leave his body and his eyes fluttered open.
He was absolutely spent when he came to, his body still tingling with the force of his orgasm, his chest covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He glanced down at the reason for his current state, her once green eyes darkened with lust and a lazy smirk creeping to her lips as she patiently awaited his feedback. He exhaled, his chest sagging with the motion, silently praising her as he smoothed her hair.
"Did I-" She stammered, unsure of her question. "Did I do it right?" She peered up at him anxiously as she held onto his inner thigh for support.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her inquiry and her ornate need to please him. He helped her unsteadily onto her feet.
She searched his expression, the silence between them raging a war in her head. She felt his arm wind itself around her lower bag, tugging her into his chest.
"Holy hell lass. Are you sure that was your first time doing that?" He let out a breath of glee, tinged with amused disbelief. He adjusted her back so he could look at her head on, letting her read the overwhelming look of satisfaction on his face. "You did well. I am impressed by how much you've learned."
She blushed at the compliment, color rising in her cheeks at his words. She bent her head down, trying to shake herself from her trance when she caught sight of the mess he had left on her fingers. She brought her hand to her face, inspecting the white substance. There was something strangely erotic about it, a sense of pride filling her chest knowing she had done that to him.
He followed her gaze and he chastised himself for not intervening sooner. "My apologies lass, allow me to get you something-"
The sound of his voice faded from existence, his words cut off when he watched her under his hooded gaze as she wrapped her lips around her finger and sucked it into her mouth. He could barely breathe, completely inthralled by the sound of her voice as she hummed in approval at the taste of him on her tongue.
She sucked diligently, capturing every last drop of him, letting his addictive taste explode in her mouth. Her eyes darted toward him, captivated by his wild unhinged expression as she licked the remnants of him off her fingers like she was sucking barbecue sauce off a rack of ribs. She released her fingers with a wet pop, staring up at him with a doe-like expression. "I'm sorry I just wanted-"
He didn't even allow her to finish her sentence, capturing her in his arms before lowering his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. She moaned into his mouth, tasting the flavor of himself as he molded his lips against hers, canting his head to control the kiss.
Emma felt her breath leave her lungs, flowing into the mouth of the man that had managed to give her the best orgasm of her life, the orgasm she had returned in equal fervor to the man that was her professor.
He growled huskily against her lips as she gave herself over to him, her hand digging into the pliant flesh of his back as she pressed herself against him. He wasn't sure of why he felt so drawn to the woman in his arms, all he knew was that his body craved her and that he would do anything to pleasure her just so he could hear her whimpers and cries of ecstasy. He was well and truly addicted and well and truly fucked for having an intimate relationship with his student.
AN- Sorry it took me so long to finish. This was another one where I was starting and stopping repeatedly. It took me ages to write. I'm not good at handjobs in real life and I'm not very good at writing them either. I'm also going to say again I am not a teacher or a doctor. I am not an expert in the subject but this is really for those people who need the education and the information. I do consider myself like a professor trying to help people understand their bodies, their responses to sex, and other things. There is another chapter for anatomy week that has yet to be written and I have no idea when that will happen because I keep getting ideas that are distracting me from writing this one. I need to just stop starting fics. Until next time my little pervs.