By this point, she knew better than to focus on any possible repercussions
of diving headfirst into this; if she thought about the way her job was on the
line, the way everything was on the line…she’d be inclined to stop. But, she
didn’t want to; she wanted this; she needed this. Izzie refused to think on
the fact he was a student, refused to focus on anything but the wonderful
feeling of his mouth exploring hers.
Truth be told, the first — and only — thing to pull her out of her lust filled
thoughts were his words…and at first she thought he was asking her to
stop; asking for a way out. But, then she got it. Her hands trailed down
his body, fingers brushing softly above the fabric covering his crotch.
“What would you w a n t me to do?”
Now that they had gone this far, Jasper was really questioning if this was truly reality or not. If he was still possibly taking his nap, and eventually this fantasy would come to an end. That his eyes would slowly open and there would be Nurse Stevens standing over him trying to wake him up to send him back off to class. You really couldn't blame him considering how unbelievable this whole thing was.
However, the second her hand made contact with the bulge over his jeans, he knew this was real. How? He wasn't really going to question her, instead keep his eyes onto her and taking in a deep breath as he nodded his head quickly. "This is definitely a good start. Whatever your hand plans to do, please that," he spoke almost too eager.