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“It drives me mad, how badly I’ve wanted to do this to you.”
I can only groan in response, completely at the mercy of her exploring hands and the heat of her body against the back of mine, an invigorating contrast to the cool wall pressed against my front. Her cheek is hot against my neck as the tips of her fingers slip under the thin fabric of my bra, goosebumps rising wherever her touch trailed. I groaned again, my voice weak and my body aflame as my mind struggled to comprehend the reality of what was going on. The taboo nature of it, the idea that she was my teacher and was three times my age made a hint of a smile grace my lips. We were supposed to be helping make props for a school show, but after months of silent tension and fleeting, innocent touches, finally being alone without the risk of being caught was just too good of an opportunity to miss. When she ran her fingers across the underside of my breasts, I pushed my hips back against hers with a feeble mewl.
“Aw, you want me to take this off?”
Her low voice, accompanied by a small tug on my bra sent jolts straight down to my core.
“Please,” I breathed, my voice shaky.
I felt her smile against my neck as she unclipped my bra and dragged it down my arms, dropping it next to my feet on top of my already discarded shirt. I shivered, her clothed front against my naked back.
“So polite,” she chuckled appreciatively.
Her hands travel up from my waist to my breasts, and I inhale sharply as her hands finally envelop them, kneading and squeezing, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh just enough for small crescent moons to form, and I was acutely aware of the metal of her rings rubbing over the swell of my breasts. She began rolling my nipples between her fingers, pulling them and planting kisses up and down my neck, her wet lips fire against my bare skin. My hands left the wall to grasp at her arms, desperately trying to get closer to her but also away from her, my body unable to filter the waves of pleasure rolling relentlessly in.
“Hands down.”
Her authoritative voice made it clear that I was to do as she told, but I just couldn’t, my hands reaching farther up and behind me to clutch at her shoulders.
“I-I can’t,” I gasped.
“You will.”
She emphasized her words by giving my nipple a particularly sharp pinch, a cry slipping through my lips as she did so. In an effort to be obedient, I resorted to clawing at the wall again, my palms sweaty and my body shivering.
“Struggling, are we?”
“No. I can take more,” I grunted defiantly.
She nipped my shoulder before letting my breasts go and grabbing a fistful of my hair. She tugged it down firmly, causing my head to fall back against her shoulder and allowing her better access to my neck.
“Remember your words later when you’re squirming underneath me telling me you can’t take it anymore.”
My stomach clenched, and I was now conscious of the wet spot forming alarmingly quickly on my underwear. I let out a weak moan, turning my head so I could kiss her, her skilled lips against my novice ones. She led the kiss and forced my mouth to open so that her tongue could explore freely, teasing the roof of my mouth and rubbing against my tongue. When we finally broke apart, we were unable to open our eyes for a moment, both of us panting heavily with our foreheads touching, her hand still gripping my hair and her other hand firm around my neck, preventing me from shying away. I spoke first, my voice breathy.
“More.”
She let go of my hair, and when I turned around to kiss her again she lifted me up, arms wrapped around and under my waist as she kissed me. I could feel her walking somewhere, and after a few seconds, only one arm remained under my hips as I heard her open a door. I was soon lowered onto her bed, our mouths breaking contact as I repositioned myself so my head was snug on her pillow and I was lying near the centre. We made quick work of my sweatpants, throwing them off along with my socks near the door and leaving me in my underwear. She kissed along my jaw, down my neck and chest and when her lips wrapped around my nipple, I arched my back in an attempt to feel her more.
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah.”
I could feel her breath ghosting over my nipple, and I rubbed my thighs together as the pleasure shot through me. She sucked gently, rolling my other nipple between her fingers while her free hand tugged down my underwear and tossed it somewhere near her clothes. Goosebumps erupted all over my thighs and stomach when she ran her hand across my hipbone a few moments later, her fingers lightly grazing my skin as I waited nervously for her to continue. She took a little while to touch my lower body, her fingers grazing my inner thighs, kissing my ribs and chest while she did so.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered.
My stomach flipped as I watched her sit up and slowly remove her rings, the metal sliding deliciously off her long fingers, the veins in her hand achingly noticeable as she set them down delicately on her bedside table.
“Wait, I do-”
My voice broke into a moan as I felt her index finger sliding up and down my slick folds. My mind immediately clouded over, the only sensation being her, the smell of her perfume, her fingers teasing me, the wet feel of her tongue against my nipple, it was all just her. I stayed still, my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure consumed me. I was pulled back to reality by the feel of her finger slowly pressing against my entrance.
“What were you saying?”
I heard the smirk in her voice.
“Never mind, it’s good. It’s so good. You’re so good. Please.”
I heard her hum in amusement. I clenched my teeth, my hands gripping her strong shoulders tightly as I felt her press into me, her finger sliding in easily from how wet I was. She would push in a few centimetres, draw back a bit, push in a little further, draw back again, and she did it until her finger bumped softly against my cervix, causing my eyes to squeeze shut. It felt like she was so painfully deep inside me that I could feel her in my stomach and my hips. It was surreal, and the feeling of being so full sent jolts of pleasure up my spine and down my legs.
“So tight.”
I breathed heavily into her shoulder, biting down to muffle my moans. Once she started to move her finger, I hissed in slight discomfort, unaccustomed to the movement, but soon I was rocking my hips slowly to meet the soft thrusts, wrapping my arms around her neck.
“You look so good like this.”
I could only whine softly in response, my eyes hazy with pleasure. A moment later, I felt her finger curl inside me, and my mouth dropped open in a silent cry, my face contorted into an expression of utter bliss. I saw her mouth twitch in a knowing, smug smirk. I felt this heat building in my core as she did this, and she seemed to sense it because just when I felt like I was about to go over the edge, she circled the little nub right above my entrance with her thumb and I let out a cry as I came, hips jerking back and forth uncontrollably as I felt the inconceivable amounts of pleasure surge through me.
“O-Oh my gosh- shit- I can’t-”
“You can.”
As I writhed and moaned under her, I tried to breathe despite the uncontrollable and insanely intense pleasure sweeping over my senses. When the orgasm finally subsided, a thin layer of sweat coated my body, my breathing slightly uneven and my entire body trembling.
“You’re so beautiful when you come like that.”
I groaned as I felt her starting to thrust again, closing my thighs to try and stop her.
“No. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I-It’s too much,” I gasped.
“Sensitive, aren’t you,” she mocked.
My head thrashed back and forth as she moved to the end of the bed, her grip rough as she pushed my thighs open. She settled between my legs so I couldn’t close them and lay her free hand firm on my hips so I couldn’t move. She sped up slightly, doing that damn curling motion that made shocks of pleasure shoot through me, and very soon my thighs began to shake as I felt the familiar time-slowing sensation consume and overwhelm me. With a small smile on her face, she watched me moan and cry out, my hips rolling against her hand as I came again. Just the feeling of her long, slender finger stroking my insides was enough to send my body into flames, my hair splayed out around my head as the room filled with needy whines and breathy moans.
“I can’t,” I gasped. “I can’t.”
“You can,” she punctuated her words with another sharp curl of her finger, “and you will.”
She then pushed my knees up to my chest and lowered her head to suck little red marks onto my inner thighs, closer and closer to my core. She kissed a circle around my vulva, earning a few needy groans as I realized what she was doing and tried to shift my hips to evade her, my cunt already painfully sensitive. She looped an arm around the bottom of my leg and then over my waist, pinning my hips down as she continued her torment. I could feel her breath ghosting over my entrance. When she finally pressed a light kiss to the tip of my pulsing clit, my hips bucked up but she held me down firmly.
“It’s too much,” I pleaded desperately.
“Be a good girl and just take it,” she hissed.
With that, she pulled her finger out of me and flattened her tongue, drawing a long stripe from my perineum up to my clit, stopping just above it and pressing a kiss down to the hood. I threw my forearm over my mouth to stop me from being too loud, my other hand sporting white knuckles from how hard I was gripping the sheets. She repeated the motion again and again, sometimes circling my clit with the tip of her tongue, sometimes wrapping her lips around it and sucking slightly, or just pressing a light kiss onto the hood like she did the first time. My head thrashed back and forth and my chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to breathe evenly, my legs shaking as flames of pure bliss and pleasure exploded through me. I had no idea how long she did this, lapping up my juices, teasing my hypersensitive clit just enough for me to barely brush the edge, then going back down to circle my entrance again; all I knew was the feel of her tongue on me, in me, her lips wrapped around my clit, her teeth tugging on the hood, gently sucking at my labia; it was glorious and it was unbearable and it pulled all the breath out of my lungs and all the control out of my body until the only thing I could do was roll my hips into her and moan. At one point, I was somewhat aware of her lips wrapping tighter around my clit, then the tip of her finger pressing against my soaked entrance, and I knew I was done and ruined and she was about to undo me again and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Relax.”
The second I relaxed, she thrust her finger into me and curled it in one fluid motion, overwhelming me. I came instantly, my thighs snapping shut around her head, trapping her there with her mouth still latched to my clit, my back bowing off the bed, my hips jerking erratically, my eyes rolling back, obscene sounds leaving my mouth the whole time, curses and incoherent blabbers spill out in the form of moans and gasps. Not for a single second did the unreal amounts of pleasure give me a break, my body being twisted and controlled by this storm of heaven that raged in my core and spread throughout my body. The next thing I knew, my entire body felt strangely limp and she was lying next to me, pressing her lips to my sweaty temple, her hands stroking my cheek and my hair.
“You did so well.”
I blushed furiously, a hot tingle pooling deep somewhere in my stomach. With a small smirk, she pulled me into an embrace, cradling my vulnerable, post-orgasm, naked body against her clothed one.
“Good girl,” she whispered.