I stepped back a bit. Immensely stung by his eyes on me, I closed my eyes as my shaky hands started to unbutton the shirt on my body.
"I want your eyes open," his voice held strength.
My body jerked to the sound of his voice, and my areolas under the shirt contracted painfully as well.
He eyed me momentarily. "Maybe you don't know the gravitation of what you'd asked of me_"
I interrupted, "I do want to do this and I can please you how you want it." My eyes skated to his groin.
This time, the outline of his length probed when he shifted backwards. The direction of my eyes led him to look down at himself but his eyes held no emotion when they looked at me again.
Outside, the rain plattered on whilst a thunder crackled above the roof.
His eyes probed me. "Follow me."
Occasionally when I argued in classroom with another classmate of mine, and Professor Stuart was sure to be present - he had this sort of gaze lingering on me.
It was a look I couldn't interpret, a look that twisted the kno
