Chapter 118
Matthew’s POV
When Julia called me “Professor Collins” with that shy smile,
something primal stirred inside me. The contrast between her
innocent expression and the suggestive words sent a jolt of pleasure
straight through me. My cock twitched in anticipation as she
maintained eye contact, slowly lowering her head toward my groin.
First came the touch of her fingers–tentative, exploring, wrapping
around my shaft with gentle pressure that made me fight to keep still.
Her thumb traced the sensitive vein running along the underside, and
I couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped my throat. The sight of her
delicate hand against my skin, the look of concentration on her face
as she gauged my reactions–it was almost unbearably erotic.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her breath warm against my heated flesh.
“God, yes,” I managed, my voice already strained.
Her lips brushed against the tip–just the lightest touch, but it sent electricity shooting through my body. Then her tongue darted out, a
quick, experimental lick that made my hips jerk involuntarily. She
smiled at my reaction, growing bolder, circling the head with
deliberate slowness that had me gripping the sheets.
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The teasing was sweet torture. Each sensation–her warm breath, the
wetness of her tongue, the slight friction of her palm–built upon the
last until I was fighting for control. When she finally took me into her
mouth, the wet heat enveloping just the tip at first, I had to close my
eyes momentarily, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“That’s it,” I encouraged as her warm mouth slowly took more of me,
her tongue pressing firmly against the underside. “Use your tongue
along the underside–yes, just like that.”
I fought to keep my hips still, not wanting to overwhelm her. Her eyes
kept flicking up to mine, checking for approval, learning from my
reactions. The sight of her–this brilliant, beautiful woman focused so
intently on pleasuring me–was almost too much to bear.
“Faster now,” I managed, my voice strained. “And a little more
pressure with your hand.”
She followed my instructions perfectly, her confidence growing with
each response she drew from me. When she combined the movements
of her mouth with her hand, I felt the familiar tightening that
signaled I was close.
“Julia, stop,” I gasped, gently pulling her away. “I’m too close, and we
have other things to discuss.”
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She moved up beside me, looking both pleased with herself and
slightly disappointed. “Did I do something wrong?”
“God, no,” I laughed breathlessly. “You did everything right. Too
right.”
We lay together, my heart still racing as I regained control. After a
few moments, I turned to face her. “What happens after tomorrow?
When the research project ends?”
Julia traced patterns on my chest. “I could visit on weekends,” she
suggested. “And you could come to campus sometimes when you’re
free.”
I frowned, not satisfied with this arrangement. “I want to see you
every day.”
“Needy Alpha,” she teased, poking my chest.
“Tell me you don’t want the same,” I challenged.
Julia shrugged with exaggerated casualness. “I mean, it would be nice,
but I’m not desperate or anything.”
“No?” I growled playfully, lowering my head to capture one of her
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