In one fluid movement, Professor Caputo was there in front of me and urging me up with his hands clenching my forearms. Muscular, strong, and compelling, I was powerless to do anything but go to him.
There he looked at me, those once clear eyes clouding over. Even standing I felt so small in these tiny heels, so young, and then Professor Caputo was cupping a broad hand beneath my hair, pressed to my neck, and pulling me up to him.
His mouth was electric. Lips soft and so, so hot it was like coming inside after a day in the snow. He thawed me, warmed me, and immediately I was addicted. Opening my mouth against him as his tongue licked the seam of my lips.
He groaned against me and the sound was an immediate pulse from my heart all the way down. I could feel him against my leg. Large. Hard. Throbbing. Growing with every second of kissing as our mouths found each other over and over again. Stubble brushing against the corners of my mouth, his fingers clenching into my hair in a rhythm like the want from deep inside me.