Steamy Sessions with My Student 6

My body was still slightly trembling from what Noah had just done to me, my thighs were damp and weak, my breath jagged as if I had run miles. His fingers, slick and glistening with my wetness, slid out of me slowly, deliberately, and the sight of them nearly made me collapse again.

But Noah wasn’t done, he wasn't even close to being done with me.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his voice husky with wild desire.

“That,” he whispered, “was only the beginning.”

A helpless moan escaped my mouth, I should have been disgusted, sending him out of my office, pulling my clothes back into place. But instead, heat coiled in my belly again, and I felt desire rose in me.

His mouth captured mine, kissing me like he hadn’t just shattered my pussy with his hands. His tongue tasted me, claiming, pushing, taking. By the time he pulled away, my blouse was half undone, the top button broken where he’d tugged too roughly.

Noah smiled at the mess he was making of me. “Take this off.” he commanded.

When I didn’t move, he reached for the hem of my blazer and slid it down my arms himself, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. His fingers worked at my blouse, popping each button one by one while holding my gaze. Every snap of fabric echoed in the quiet office, daring me to stop him.

But I didn’t.

My bra was next, black lace that had once made me feel powerful in my own skin. He peeled it away slowly, reverently, until my breasts broke free, his eyes darkened, a sharp inhale of air rattling through his chest.

“Fuck, Professor,” he muttered, his hands covering my boobs, squeezing, molding, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they pebbled hard.

“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about this? About these?”

My head tilted backwards, and a gasp escaping from my throat when his mouth replaced his hands. Hot, wet, he sucked and licked, biting softly until I arched against him. His name fell from my lips again, traitorous and needy.

“Noah…”

He groaned into my skin. “Say it like that when I’m inside you.”

I shuddered. The words should have stopped me, but instead they pushed me deeper into the blissful moment.

His hands moved down, tugging at my skirt, yanking the zipper with impatient fingers. The fabric slid down my thighs, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it like I was under his command, my panties clung to me, soaked, ruined from his earlier teasing.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and dragged them down slowly, savoring every inch of bare skin he revealed. By the time I was standing naked before him, my heart was thundering so loudly I thought it might shake the windows.

Noah dropped to his knees.

The sight alone nearly undid me: my student, on the floor, staring at me like I was his last meal, like I was a walking goddess. His big hands spread my thighs, pushing them wide apart until I had no choice but to give him a full show of my pussy.

“Please,” I whispered, shame burning hot in my cheeks.

He grinned wickedly. “Oh, I’m going to, Professor. I’m going to ruin you.”

Then without warning, his mouth was on my clit.

I cried out, my hands flying to the desk behind me to steady myself as his tongue slid over my pussy in one long, hungry stroke. He devoured me, licking, sucking, groaning like I was his favorite sin, his grip on my thighs tightened, holding me open, keeping me from closing them around the unbearable intensity of his warm mouth.

Every flick of his tongue, every swirl over my clit sent fire racing through me. My hips bucked forward without my permission, grinding against his mouth, chasing the friction that had me arching my back all over again.

He looked up once, eyes blazing, lips glistening. “Taste so fucking sweet.” Then he buried himself back between my legs, tongue thrusting deep, fucking me with his mouth.

I lost it. My moans filled the office, desperate and shameless. “Noah, oh god—yes, yes—don’t stop—”

He didn’t, he ate me like I was a five star meal, he ate me like he meant to break me apart piece by piece, sucking my clit, plunging his tongue inside me, switching between torment and bliss until I was shamelessly moaning his name. My legs trembled so badly he had to hold me upright, one arm wrapped around my waist as if I might collapse.

The orgasm hit sharp and violent, ripping through me with brutal force. My hands clutched his hair, yanking, grinding harder against his mouth as pleasure consumed me. I came screaming, wetness flooding his tongue, but still he didn’t stop, licking me through the aftershocks until I was shaking uncontrollably.

“Noah—please—I can’t—”

He pulled back at last, lips wet, chin glistening, eyes feral. “Oh, you’re not done yet.” He swirled his tongue over his wet lips, tasting me.

Before I could protest, he stood up, grabbing me by the waist and spinning me. My hips slammed against the desk, the papers scattering like confetti across the floor.

I barely caught my breath before I felt him behind me, the hard, unyielding press of his cock against my ass. He’d already freed himself, his length was hot and throbbing against my bare skin.

Terror and desire crashed inside me. “No, we can’t—”

“Yes, we can,” he growled in my ear, grinding against me. “And we will.”

He spun me back around, facing him, he kissed me hard, his tongue silencing every weak protest, and I tasted myself in his mouth. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining up against my slick, swollen slit.

“Noah—” I tried again, but it came out a broken moan.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his forehead pressed to mine. “Let me in, Professor. I’ll make you mine.”

And then he pushed it in, in one strong thrust.

The stretch hurt at first, tight and overwhelming, and my nails dug into his shoulders. He groaned, head tilting back, eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck—you feel even better than I imagined.”

He slid deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, and his balls were the only thing hanging out. The sensation stole my breath, my pussy clenching around him instinctively. He held still, letting me adjust, kissing me softly, surprisingly tender in the middle of his ruthless claiming.

Then he started to move.

Slow at first, dragging out every inch, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hard enough to make the desk shake slowly. My gasp echoed in the room, sharp and needy.

“Noah—oh god—”

“That’s it,” he panted, his pace quickening, slamming into me harder, faster, until my desk creaked under the rhythm. “Take it, Professor. Take all of me.”

Each thrust sent sparks exploding through me. My body met his greedily, rocking back, desperate, reckless. My breasts bounced with every motion, my hands scrambling for balance, looking for something to grab, something to hold onto but finding only him, always him.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, biting at my neck, leaving marks that would damn me. “Say it.”

“I’m, fuck—I’m yours,” I cried, the words ripped out of me in between gasps and moans.

“That’s right,” he snarled, driving harder, deeper, until I could feel him everywhere. “Mine.”

The coil in my belly snapped violently, pleasure ripping through me so intensely I screamed. My nails raked down his back, my pussy clamping tight around him as wave after wave of orgasm tore through me.

“You're so fucking tight." He cursed.

Hips pounding faster, chasing his own release. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep, groaning my name as he spilled hot cum inside me, filling me completely. The sensation dragged another shuddering climax out of me, leaving me shaking, wrecked, and satisfied.

We collapsed together against the desk, panting, sweat-slicked, clinging to each other like we’d just survived a war.

For a long moment, the only sound in the office was our ragged breathing.

Finally, Noah pulled back just enough to look at me. His lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smile.

“This isn’t the end,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips. “It’s just the start.”