Chapter 3 Feel For Her

• *ARTEMIS MARIANO*
• I had no idea what drawn me to the little beauty in front of me, giving me a kind smile. The moment I caught her eyes this morning it was like I could not get her out of my head.
• My feet had moved on their own accord when I saw her sitting alone, scrunching her small button nose at the screen of her laptop while she took a bite of her sandwich.
• She is adorable.
• Shut up, you're her Professor!
• There was something about the small petite girl in front of me that I found so intriguing, I wanted to get to know her more.
• Her hair was long, a dirty blonde color with wide doe brown eyes. She could not be any taller than five-four at most, she had to crane her neck every time to make eye contact with me.
• Where as I stood at a tall hight of six-four, I had to look down at her. For something so pure and innocent looking I did not expect her to cuss like a sailor the moment we met this morning
• Ella Rose Montgomery.
• Fuck me, even her name screamed perfection. I did not miss the way her body shuddered ever so slightly when I called her by her last name, I was smirking internally that I had caused such a reaction from her.
• "Ella," Her name rolled of my tongue perfectly, testing it for my own pleasure.
• Her doe brown eyes snapped up to mine and I had to stifle a groan as her tongue darted out and ran softly over her bottom lip.
• "Yes, Professor Mariano?," She asked, her voice no less than angelic - music to my ears.
• The way she said Professor had my cock stirring in my boxers, daring to become erect. Fuck me.
• "Tell me about yourself, hm?," I asked, sipping on my coffee, "I already know you are a golden student who has been on the Deans list since you have been here," I chuckled slightly, "Tell me something I can't find on paper."
• She laughed softly and god I felt my heart race at the sound, smiling at the blonde beauty across from me.
• "Not much to tell," She shrugged, "I have always just kept my nose in the books. Nothing really interesting."
• I hummed, curious about the small girl who lived behind books.
• "No hobbies at all?," I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
• "Drawing," Her face lit up as she mentioned it, "But it has been a while since I've found time to do it. I just never have the time anymore."
• Drawing.
• The look of excitement and how her eyes sparkled when she mentioned drawing had me smiling like a love struck idiot at how adorable I found her.
• You're her professor.
• Nodding mentally at my own thought, I kept repeating it to myself as I looked at her. This was beyond forbidden yet I could not help myself.
• "If you love drawing so much then why didn't you pursue it?," I wondered allowed, immediately she frowned.
• She sighed, a small cute pout on her pink thick lips. I had only hoped I had not went too far or upset her, but I was curious to know.
• "Uh... hard to make a name for yourself in such an industry," She shrugged, "I guess that's why they call them starving artists."
• Lying.
• I could tell she was lying by the way she frowned, avoiding eye contact as she clenched her fists but I let it go - for now.
• "Tell me about you," She said softly, changing the subject, "Besides being a business professor," She chuckled.
• I chuckled, shaking my head but inside I raging mad, carrying dark secrets that led me millions of miles away from Italy where I now lived in a rainy area, Washington state.
• "Like you, I kept my nose in the books," I shrugged, "Being a professor you don't time for many hobbies."
• She smiled brightly and fuck, did that smile stir something inside of me.
• "Your name, it's unique," She pointed out, smiling, "Artemis, the daughter of Zeus and Leto, twin of Apollo," She mentioned.
• My name had never sounded so good before, so appealing than it did when it rolled off her tongue. My jaw clenched as my cock stirred, coming to life as it pressed against my boxers creating a visible bulge in my trousers.
• "Most of my family has Greek mythology names," I pointed out.
• She smiled, nodding, "So you did have something interesting to share," She teased.
• I chuckled, shrugging a shoulder lazily as I nodded.
• "It appears that way," I smiled, "How do you know so much about Greek mythology?"
• "My mother, she loved it. My passion for art steams from her," She smiled fondly, "We had a favorite arts museum we used to visit quite frequently," She chuckled.
• Although she smiled I could see the sadness behind her brown eyes telling me that her mother was no longer here, my heart broke for the girl.
• I understood more than anyone, I felt her pain, I had experienced her pain myself.
• "I didn't get a Greek mythology name like you but my name stems from Greek," She smiled proudly.
• I hummed, smiling, "Is that true, hm?," I asked, genuinely curious.
• She nodded, "My name means beautiful, fairy maiden, and Goddess," She explained, "Not only does it stem from Greek but Norman and Hebrew as well."
• I had never heard a name fit so well for a person, I liked my name but it didn't fit me as a person. For her, well, her's fit like a crown.
• "Il tuo nome si adatta alla perfezione (your name fits like perfection)," I muttered in Italian, looking at the beauty.
• Her cheeks turned bright red, an underlined smile playing on her lips, clearly hearing the Italian I muttered and I was grateful she didn't know what it meant.
• I checked my watch, realizing lunch hour was almost up and I had one last class before today ends even though I would much rather be here with her.
• "I have class in ten minutes," I sighed, "Do you have another class?"
• She nodded, packing her things back into her bag giving me a small smile. A lady came over, the same one from this morning and when I had in earlier, collecting our dishes as she gave Ella a bright smile.
• "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet pea," The woman chuckled.
• "Same time," Ella confirmed, giggling softly as she gave the woman a wave.
• Ella stood from her seat, turning her attention back to me.
• "Grazie per il complimento (thank you for the compliment)," She whispered,shyly.
• I stilled in my seat watching her give me a small wave as she walked past me laughing. She understood Italian and spoke it as though she had lived there her whole life, it rolled perfectly off her tongue sending blood rushing straight to my cock.
• Fucking hell.
• She understood what I had said earlier when I held her behind in class to discuss her being on the deans list.
• I was wrong, so favcking wrong when I thought she didn't understand. Another interesting thing about the intriguing girl and I was dying to learn more.
• Subtly adjusting my throbbing cock as I cleared my throat I laid a nice tip on the table for the woman before quickly making my exit so no one could see the still persistent bulge in my pants.
• Through the rest of the day my mind played over and over about the petite beauty, she was embedded in my thoughts.
• five O' Clock had hit I packed my things in a rush to get home. Stepping outside I rolled my eyes at the rain that started to come down, I basically now live in tropical tundra.
• Speed walking to my car I quickly got in and pulling out of the school campus. When I finally made it home, I pressed on the garage button in my car and quickly parked my car in the garage before exiting my vehicle.
• Walking up the stairs, I rushed to Athena's playroom excited to see her after a long first day back at work. Leaning against her doorway I watched as she brushed her dolls a hair, smiling, showing her small dimples.
• "La Mia piccola principessa (my little princess)," I cooed softly, smiling widely.
• Her head snapped up, dropping her down as she quickly stood to her feet and quickly I kneeled down opening my arms wide as she ran towards me.
• "Papa, I missed you," She nuzzled her small face in my neck, mumbling.
• "Me too, principessa," I rubbed her back, carrying her in my arms as I made my way back down the stairs.
• After dinner that Mrs. Ruth had left prepared for us, I laid Athena down for bed, tucking her in. With one last glance, I exited her room making my way down the hall to my own.
• Sighing tiredly, I ran my hand down my face before undressing. Walking to my bathroom I turned on the warm water to have a shower, stepping in.
• My mind infiltrated back to Ella, her soft voice speaking Italian. Everything about the girl stood out, I knew I was her professor something I couldn't pursue but it did not stop my wondering eyes, I felt no shame as I took in her small yet perfect frame.
• I groaned softly, my cock standing long and prominent, throbbing for a release at the mere thought of Ella.
• The tip of my cock glistened with pre-cum, coating my t!p. The silver metal piercing on my cock, the Prince Albert piercing, slightly moving as my cock throbbed and twitched at every constant thought of Ella.
• Giving into the forbidden thoughts of my student, my hand wrapped around the langth of my cock, fluttering my eyes shut as my head tilted back, thinking nothing but d!rty thoughts of her as I gripped my cock firmly pumping my langth in a fast pace motion.
• I what her soft plump lips would feel like wrapped around my cock, filling her mouth to the hit, gagging as she took every inch.
• Grunting, I pumped faster running my thumb along my sensitive t!p. Very vivid thoughts of Ella had me groaning as I strived for my release, my balls tightening and my stomach formed in a plçasurablç knot at the thoughts as I became more vigorous with my pumps tightening my hold around my throbbing cock.
• "Ella," I grunted, her name rolling off my lips.
• Imaging how good her pussy must feel, how warm and wet, inviting me for a taste. Groaning loudly, I came, my cock twitching out its release as I pumped my hand a couple more times, grunting in pleasure.
• To be continue.