The Protege (15 page)

“Yes,”
she breathed.

Releasing
her breasts all too quickly, he knelt before her and gently pushed the
remainder of her skirt up to join the bodice of her dress.  “I want to see for
myself just how much you enjoy this.” With his index finger, he drew a line
along the edge of her pale blue panties.

She
inhaled a trembling breath and Sebastian looked at her. “Tell me, Serena,” he
said, his voice like dark, hot honey on her name. “Do you want me for your
lover?”

Every
inch of her body, every nerve ending wanted to shout out her response. She
wanted him.  She’d known she’d wanted him from the moment she’d first met him,
but now… that want, that desire was all consuming. Not trusting her voice, she
nodded.

His
finger snaked under her panties and found the source of moisture. “If you’ve
had a change of heart, we can stop this right now… before we go too far.”

The
light touch of his finger already had her on the edge of profound pleasure.

“Perhaps
my touch isn’t what you’d hoped for.  Perhaps I’m not as agile as you’d
thought.  If you think I’d be better suited to simply be your adviser, it’s not
too late.” He pulled aside the narrow panel of her panties and looked at the
working of his index finger.  “It’s not too late,” he whispered.

Her
breath caught in her throat.  Any moment now she would explode.  He taunted her
by circling the nub of sensitive nerve endings with his finger.

“What
do you want, Serena?” As his finger continued its slow torture, his warm breath
brushed her breast.

“You,”
she groaned.

“Are
you certain?”

“Yes.”

Simultaneously,
he brought his lips and tongue over one aching nipple while his finger,
drenched in moisture, made one simple move over the sensitive nerve endings
that beckoned his touch.

With
a loud cry of rapture, Serena let her body take over.  Her fingers raked
through his thick hair and pulled him to her breasts. She pulled down his
boxers, grabbing hold of his thick shaft that was hard and ready for her.
“Please,” she cried.

“Please
what?” Sebastian asked.

“Please,
lover, make me come. I can’t stand it any longer.”

Sebastian
smiled a wicked smile before he ripped off her panties, pulled over a drawer
full of condoms, tore off the wrappings to place one on and hovered over her.
“Do I have your permission to take you?”

“Yes,”
she said. “As much as possible. Teach me how to be passionate, show me what it
can be like.”

“Then
I aim to teach,” he plunged hard and fast into her, rocking her clit and
hitting her spot simultaneously sending her eyes to widen and clench her teeth
in the intense pleasure she felt. Then slowly he made his way out, before
plunging into her again, hitting her exactly where her spot was while taking
his fingers to work her clit. She clenched her teeth but let out a loud
guttural moan that shook her to the core. He pulled out slowly and began
rhythmically pumping her in and out hitting her spot each time while filling
every crevice of her with pleasure. He was in total control, passionate, and
sensual, knowing exactly when to add pressure, get sensitive, be gentle, and
when to get wild.

After
flipping her around and taking her from behind, his hands covering her breasts
while he entered her and pumped her rhythmically, twisting his hips to take her
deeper, she couldn’t hold on any longer. “I’m going to…”

“Hold
on a little bit longer, baby,” he said, kissing and then biting her nipple.
“I’ll come with you.” He flipped her on top of him while he laid on his back
and began moving her hips against him, his shaft buried deep within her. “Ride
me, Serena,” he said. “Let loose that passion of yours. You have it within, you
know, that temper, that energy. Let it all out on me now.”

Serena
began going up and down on him, wriggling her hips as she slid him in and out,
making him groan as she increased her pace and began touching him at the base.
She felt the tension mounting within her, felt his body shake, and when he
reached up with his hips to pump her from beneath, she couldn’t hold on.
Shaking with ecstasy, her body exploded with pleasure and with the desire for
more, as he let out a groan that shook her deeper, “Serena baby, you’re mine.”
He pulled her to him, kissing her on the lips and on the temples before holding
her tight like a cherished woman. “You’re all mine.”

Chapter 14

S
erena awoke to a steaming cup of coffee set on
the bedside table.  In a long, narrow vase beside it was a single magenta rose.
It was sweet and thoughtful, but didn’t make up for the empty bed.  Though her
night with Sebastian had been as sleepless and sweaty as every other night of
the past two weeks, she longed to touch him again.

Jacked
up on an elbow, she took a quick sniff of the rose then took a sip of coffee.
These past days Sebastian had proven to be as good a lover as cook.  Still
nude, still glistening with sweat, she sat up and smiled at the thought of the
heated and passionate nights she’d shared with him every night since she became
his protégé. He was insatiable, and when it came to him, she couldn’t get
enough, too.

A
quick glance down at her thighs and she was reminded of the hunger he’d
displayed the night before. After a long evening at the university, he’d
arrived late and had found her laboring over a new composition.

The
moment he walked through the door, she knew what he wanted. She’d prepared for
it.

With
a limited wardrobe, she’d decided to raid his side of the closet.  A crisp
white button down shirt went perfectly with the black lace thong she’d pulled
on.  She’d only buttoned the middle four buttons and had wrapped an exquisite
black tie about her neck.  It hung invitingly between her breasts, naughty and
alluring. In contrast, she’d pulled her hair up into a bun.

The
finishing touch; four inch black heels that glistened in the candlelight.

“I’m
sure Wolfgang never had it so good,” Sebastian said the moment he spotted her.
He kicked off his shoes and whipped off his tie.

“I
think Wolfgang would have hit his head against the wall if he’d had me for a student. 
I’ve barely written two bars.”

“Your
academic endeavors weren’t really what I was referring to.”

Serena
left her writing and stood to face her mentor. “Oh?” Twirling her pen
innocently, she looked at him, wide eyed, while her fingers played with the tie
against her bare chest.

“I’d
always thought my every day professor garb was rather boring and drab.” He took
her hand and held it up as he inspected her. “On you, however… Wow.”

“Well,
you’ve barely let me out of the house since I moved in, so I’m getting a little
low on clean clothes.”

“Looking
the way you do, I happily give you permission to go through my closet as much
as you like… Any time.”

“So,
you like?” She tossed her pen on the table.

He
reached for the tie, the back of his hand brushing against her breast. “I think
this is going to be my favorite tie from now on.”  His eyes gleamed with
mischief.

“Good.”
Serena looked at him, aroused by the hunger she saw in his eyes. They’d made
love countless times that week, yet he still hungered for her as much as he had
that first night. She’d feared he’d tire of her after a few heated nights, but
it just got better and better. He was insatiable, and when it came to him, she
was just as hungry.

Wrapping
the tie around his fist, Sebastian pulled her to him and unpinned her hair,
letting it fall in waves about her shoulders. “Do you know how impossible it is
to survive a day at the university when all I want is to…?”  Mischief turned to
lust as his eyes narrowed and his lips curved into a hungry sneer.

She’d
seen that look before. It’d been strange, even frightening at first, but she’d
come to enjoy what followed. Every time she’d seen that expression she’d felt
as though Sebastian had vacated his body, leaving his limbs to act on pure
instinct.

His
instinct, animal, wild, almost ferocious, was delicious.

He
gave the tie a forceful yank that propelled her forward. She smashed into his
chest, but before she could reach out to touch him, he yanked her back away
from him.  Releasing the tie, he grabbed each panel of the shirt and tore it
apart, sending buttons flying across the room.

Though
her breasts weren’t completely exposed, the ferocious animal he’d become stared
down at the skin he’d bared. She stood staring at him, waiting for his next
move. He’d proven to be so unpredictable over the course of the two weeks;
quiet and loving one night, hard, outrageous and wild the next. He was as
complicated a lover as he was the musician. Moody, loving, and passionate like
his music.

Taking
a firm hold of the tie once more, he pulled her backward until she hit the
ceiling to floor glass panel that overlooked the city.

“I
want to show the world the treasure I’ve found,” he growled.  He spun her
around and pushed her to the window.

With
one hand pressed to the middle of her back he held her in place.  Her breasts
pressed against the cold glass as he worked to rid himself of his pants.  Aside
from a vague reflection of him in the window at the far wall, she couldn’t see
what he was doing, but she heard his every move.

His
grunts were hot and impatient… not to mention promising. A leathery swish
sounded as he pulled his belt off. It landed several feet away from them with a
light clink. The zipper trumpeted its descent followed by the ruffle of fabric
pooling on the floor.

Leaning
into her, he pulled her shirt off one shoulder and released a portion of his
aggression by biting into the firm flesh. She bit her lip as his teeth brought
exquisite pain and his lips the reward of a warm, soothing balm.

“I
want to show you the pleasure…” His hand snaked around her waist, over her
belly and up to take a firm grip of a breast. He took a sip of cold ice water
before he pinched her nipple to the point of pain. Then soothing it with his
cool mouth. His teeth and cold lips continued to play over her shoulder, up her
neck, stopping at her ear, sending pleasurable sensations up and down her skin.

With
a forceful thrust, he pushed himself into her, pressing his hardness against
her buttocks.  “How hot are you for me, Serena?”

“Look
for yourself,” she dared.

Sebastian
reached in front of her and roughly pulled her thighs apart. His fingers delved
deep within the folds of moisture and heat. “Pretty damn hot.” Serena let out a
deep rooted groan that reverberated against the glass. Her breath fogged the
window and dampened her cheek.

Sebastian
pushed her breasts against the glass, her nipples outlined clearly in the
frosted window for all the world to see, while he removed the rest of his
clothing, discarding it on the ground. From behind, he pushed into her folds
hard and then slowly, eliciting a low moan from deep within her. “Oh
Sebastian.”

Sebastian
pulled out and thrust slowly, filling her again in response. She cried out, but
Sebastian turned her around, capturing her mouth and cry in his as he devoured
her mouth and licked his way down to her breasts and nipples. “Nothing sexier
than seeing a woman’s naked breasts pressed up against the window, Serena.
Except this.” He lifted Serena until she was sitting on his shoulders, and his
mouth was buried into her folds, lapping her up as he braced his hips and knees
against the window, his buttocks clenched, all muscles tight.

Serena
threw her head back, as she clawed at Sebastian’s back. She can imagine how
incredibly hot he looked fully naked against the window, all his muscles on
display, and she shuddered, along with the intense buildup of Sebastian’s
tongue on her. When her shuddering subsided, she murmured, “I want to show the
world a Sebastian Sorensen rarely seen.”

Sebastian
smiled. “What do you have in mind?”

“You
up against the window. Me in front.” Serena licked her lips.

“I
like how that sounds,” Sebastian said. “What do you…” his sentence stopped in
mid-air as Serena surprised him by gripping his shaft and mounting him,
wrapping her legs around his waist. “Serena…” he groaned.

Serena
clenched tightly as she climbed Sebastian, causing him to inhale and shudder.
“Sebastian…”

He
lifted her higher, capturing her hands in his, kissing her on her breasts and
stomach while lowering her down. She was falling down on top of him when he
pushed up, slamming her against him and against the window. He leaned forward,
whispering into her ears, while fogging up the glass with his hot breath. “For
that little surprise…” he thrust into her, “you deserve…” he thrust harder,
causing her to ride up the window, her butt wiping away the fog on the window,
“No mercy,” he thrust deeper and faster still until she grabbed onto his soft
wavy hair, clenching it into her hands, and moaning deep into his neck as she
came so hard, her body crumpled on top of him. Seconds later, he let out a cry
and pulled her tight against him, climaxing against her.

Both
glistening from sweat and heat from each other, they sagged against the window,
still wrapped around each other unable to let go. 

Serena
smiled now as she took her cup of coffee and felt the pain of his fingers on
her thighs.  That brief moment of pain and the pale blue marks that remained
were well worth the exquisite night of love making that had followed.

“Enough
of wallowing in sexual bliss,” she snapped at herself as she got out of bed. 
“We’ve got a composition to work on.”

Barefoot
and still wearing his shirt, she headed to the kitchen. A bowl of fresh fruit
was set on the granite counter, beside it, a note.