Chapter Fourteen: Extra Credit
With finals week approaching at Columbia University, Regina and Robin had barely been alone together. Their daily walks to the subway remained and they had managed another dinner date, but within the hectic weeks of grading countless thesis papers and creating final exams, he was exhausted.
Regina knew how busy he was and never took his absence personally. The Locksley's frequented Apartment 13 for evening meals during those two weeks, but she couldn't wait to get him alone.
The weather was getting warmer with each passing day, the first signs of summer evident in the appearance of flip flops and the arrival of fireflies at sunset. The Commencement Ceremony took place on a beautiful Saturday morning in Central Park and Robin couldn't have been more thrilled; the semester was finally over. He submitted his final grades, congratulated the graduates, and devoted the remainder of the weekend to rest.
He decided to continue to pay Henry for his walks to and from the elementary school with Roland, but discontinued Monday nights; with the exception of this Monday. He wanted to clean out his office for the summer when the university was empty and quiet; no one to interrupt him with pleas for extra credit he felt they didn't deserve.
Regina was aware of his plan and took full advantage of it. She stopped home briefly after her workday to freshen up and immediately made her way to campus. She was excited to see him without youthful, curious eyes constantly upon them.
She had visited his office just one other time when they met for lunch the week before. It was the only opportunity for them to see one another that day because he would be caught up submitting his grades all night. She surprised him with a falafel burger, a Middle Eastern patty made from ground chickpeas, that he had devoured within minutes. His officemate, Belle, was there and although she was a sweet young lady, Regina was disappointed she had to share her time.
This time though, she knew he would be alone. And when the building came into focus she felt her heart pounding against her chest. She didn't realize just how much she missed him until that moment and it only increased her anxiety. She picked up her pace, nearly running, and pulled the large, glass door open with great force. She focused on her breathing, a smile growing wider on her face as she approached her highly anticipated destination.
She paused before it now, running her fingers along the nameplate screwed into the face of the wood: Dr. Robin Locksley- Professor of English Literature. He was just on the other side and all she had to do was turn the knob. And after knocking softly, amused at the sound of his frustrated groan as he announced it was unlocked, that's exactly what she did.
"Regina," he sighed, relieved to see it was her and not a student or colleague of his there to bother him with nonsense. "What an unexpected surprise."
"I'm sorry to bother you, Doctor Locksley. Do you have a minute?" Her sultry voice was like fire in his veins as he watched the way she stood against the doorframe and locked them inside.
No bloody way, he swallowed hard, wiping the sweat that began to form on his brow.
"Of course, Ms. Mills. What can I do for you?" He asked, taking her lead.
"I received my final grade for the semester and I hate to admit, it's not what I expected," she took a slow, seductive step forward. She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper. She continued moving forward, her hips swaying subtly under the light trench coat that was wrapped around her body.
Trench coat? He thought and as if she could read his mind, she dropped her bag and let the garment slide down to the floor. Oh fuck me, he thought as he observed her choice of clothing.
Regina stood before him in a black high-waisted, micro circle-skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was gathered at the top of her head in a loose bun; in-style with the twenty-something's according to her research. She wore what they were calling a 'crop top' made of sheer material, dark green in color, that revealed a glimpse at the elaborate, lace bra holding up her breasts. Her black, patent leather pumps reflected the dim lighting and accentuated her strong calves with each step she took in his direction.
"I'd be happy to discuss it further with you if you'd like," he choked out, sitting in his brown leather chair when the trembling in his legs became unbearable.
What caught his eye, surprisingly enough, were the black, wide-rimmed glasses hooked into the waist of her mini-skirt. He watched when she removed them from their current resting place and opened each temple of the frames, positioning them on the bridge of her nose. She put the piece of paper on his desk and leaned over him, her elbows holding up her weight as she intentionally tilted her hips back to draw attention to her ass.
"If you'll notice, you gave me a C for participation, but how can that be? I went to every class, volunteered my opinions on each assignment during discussions," she turned her head to make eye contact with him, her body remaining still in its alluring position. "Was there something more I should have done?"
"One thing comes to mind that could," he swallowed, placing his hand on her hip. "Significantly improve your participation."
Regina turned to face him then, both of his hands gripping each of her hips. She moved closer to him, gradually lowering herself to straddle him while providing a fake attempt at naivety.
"Oh Professor," her voice was low and suggestive, "I'll do anything."
He breathed out as her lips neared his own, "You've always been a good student."
"But I've been so very bad, Professor," her lips hovered above his, teasing him with her hot breath as she spoke. She finally kissed him hard, his mouth opening immediately at the contact to intertwine their tongues.
His hands traveled around to the back of her skirt, lifting it to squeeze her ass and moaning as he felt lace material against his fingertips. She separated her mouth from his and moved downward to lick and suck at his neck and jaw. She was so thankful he'd chosen to wear his flannel open over a t-shirt, making the removal of his clothes a much simpler task. When his chest was bare, she licked her way down his chest, lowering herself to her knees on the floor in front of him.
"Do you have any specific instructions for my assignment, Doctor Locksley?" She asked, her hands moving up and down along the length of his quadriceps as she sucked on his hardened nipples. He took a deep breath, his erection poking through the fabric of his pants.
"I think," his breath was becoming heavy from her teasing, "we should do a warm up exercise before starting the actual lesson."
"I couldn't agree more," she smirked and worked the buckle of his belt loose to expose his member. He lifted his hips so she could pull his pants down just enough to release him from his cotton prison. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him slowly as her tongue drew circles on his tip.
"You're a quick learner," he muttered, gripping the arms of his chair as she kissed his tip repeatedly between her next words.
"Well, you're a good teacher," she took him in her warm, wet mouth and he released a groan from deep within his diaphragm. She continued her ministrations, often trying different things and attempting the directions he gave her.
"Do you think you're ready for the extra credit?" He asked and gasped when she released his cock from her mouth with a 'pop.'
"More than ready, Professor," she took his hands and stood, leaning into him as he pressed a kiss to her exposed abdomen. He reached under her skirt and pulled at the lace underwear hiding beneath. She spread her legs so he could slide them down, biting his lip when he saw they were forest green, his favorite color. He let them linger above her knees as he lifted her skirt up and pressed his tongue against her clit, his circular motion causing a stirring in her core. He ran his finger along her opening and moaned, the vibrations of the sound smacking against her bundle of nerves. She was so wet for him.
She stepped out of her thong when he slid them the rest of the way down, remaining in her heels before allowing him to guide her into his lap. He held his member in his hand, stroking it while she positioned herself comfortably above him. Her knees were bent on either side of his hips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she lowered her pelvis down.
He teased her opening with his tip, his preliminary liquids clashing with hers before he guided her hips down and filled her with his erection. They both moaned loudly, pure ecstasy overwhelming their senses.
"What if we get caught?" She asked, moving slowly into him to adjust to his thickness. Regina had plenty of sexual experiences, but she never encountered a man with as much girth as Robin.
"One must never be afraid to take risks, Ms. Mills," he replied and lifted his hips, thrusting deeper into her. She cried out, her walls tightening around him as his tip brushed lightly against her pelvic bone.
He allowed her to take control as he lifted her sheer top over her head, pressing his face into her cleavage. She leaned forward to give him better access while she moved her hips to force him back and forth inside her rather than in and out. He bit down on the soft flesh of her breast in reaction to the new sensation, her hands clutching the leather headrest of the chair.
Her speed intensified when his hands lifted to pull the material of her brassiere down around her waist, her nipples already hard from her arousal. He massaged them both as he licked and sucked, switching his attention back and forth between the two. She arched her back and released a vocal exhale, craving more. He flicked one nipple with his tongue, mimicking the action with his thumb against the other.
"Am I improving, Professor?" She asked, her breath heavy with each thrust of her hips.
"Significantly, Ms. Mills," he moaned into her bosom before adding, "But I think you'd benefit greatly if we took another approach."
Before she could protest, he stood from the chair, lifting her with him still buried deep inside her. Their lips locked in a passionate exchange as he turned and lowered her onto his desk. She remained in a seated position, leaning back and pressing her palms against the wood for support.
They continued their kiss, tongues impassioned in a vehement dance as he crashed his hips forcefully against hers. They moaned loudly, emancipating their satisfaction into each other's mouths and liberating their inhibitions until Robin erupted inside her.
Regina wrapped one arm around his torso, her nails scratching his back while she felt his liquids flowing through her. His length softened and he didn't hesitate to withdraw it so he could kneel down, his face parallel with her pelvis. He pulled her closer to him by her hips, pushing down gently on her stomach signaling her to relax onto the desk.
"Because you turned in your assignment in a timely manner," his husky voice resonated against her clit as he continued, "I'll do you the courtesy of grading it now."
A complacent smile spread across her face, immediately replaced with a gasp as his tongue quickly flicked her bundle of nerves. Regina cried out, writhing in pleasure. He wasted no time with his ministrations, eager for her to reach her peak. He began sucking on her entrance, alternating between tongue and lips as she spread her legs wider in preparation for her climax. She nearly lost all control then as her walls opened and he continued to suck that perfect spot.
"Right there," she managed, her voice barely audible as her eyes widened and her back arched. She tilted her hips forward and tightened her obliques when she felt it. And oh God did she feel it; that feeling she'd only ever been able to elicit with her own fingers.
Regina was completely uninhibited, shouting with satisfaction as her toes curled inside her pumps and thighs squeezed into the side of Robin's head. He refused to stop, drinking in the juices spilling out of her into his mouth. She shakily reached her hand out and pulled gently on his hair, unable to will herself to cease his movements with a vocal request. Her body tensed, riding out the last of her orgasm as he placed one last tender kiss against her soaked lips.
Robin lifted himself into his chair, resting while he gave her the chance to catch her breath. She sat up when she was ready, biting her lip as she smirked at him. Both were quiet for a moment, staring at one another as they reveled in the fantasy they were able to bring to life. It was Regina who finally broke the silence.
"Did I pass?"
"With flying colors," he said and a smug grin appeared on her face.
The couple walked hand-in-hand through Central Park making their way back to their apartment building. It was nice to finally have one another back after what felt like an infinite absence. Robin squeezed her hand often, unable to talk or think about anything else, but the events that just occurred in his office.
"I can't believe we just did that," he laughed and Regina had yet to wipe that smug grin off her face since they finished. He added, "What made you think of that? It was unbelievable. You, Regina, are unbelievable."
"I've fantasized about doing that to you since the moment I met you, Professor," she teased and he sighed. There was no way she could call him that without his mind immediately replaying their encounter.
"And you wore your glasses," he rubbed his beard with his free hand, still in shock.
"I know I said you'd have to earn it, but," she stopped him and looked into his eyes through the lenses of her spectacles as fireflies surrounded them, "I missed you. A lot."
"And I, you," he replied, taking her other hand in his grasp before placing a tender, loving kiss upon her lips.