IN A CLASS BY HERSELF

...teacher hot for student hot for teacher...


Myles grasped her arms. His normally complacent expression softened. The cunning sharpness of his eyes bore into hers with a deep intensity. "Are you embarrassed, Sabrina? Because I’m not. I’m just having a natural reaction to a beautiful woman sitting on my lap. And, if you’d wanted to leave, you’d have jumped off me at the first sign of a hard-on." His hands caressed her bare arms. He held her firm and drew her down to him. This was an unexpected battle. For this, she had no defence.

She was silk and softness, mature curves and rounded breasts. Breasts warm and so close to his fingers. This time he couldn’t pass up temptation. There were no school barriers, teaming corridors or boring lectures between them. It was now or never.

He swore softly. "Sonofabitch! I can’t take this any longer."

In an instant, Sabrina found herself tipping backward on the sofa, Myles’ body pressing against hers. She felt his breath, short and shallow, hot against the bare skin of her neck. He pressed his lips against her ear, growling, almost snarling his next words, "‘..served the lust of my mistress’ heart, and did the act of darkness...’"

King Lear, Act III.. With that he kissed her. It was the kiss she knew she’d been waiting for. The end result of the pent up frustration of a semester-long silent seduction. Tonight’s sparing - and the wine - hadn’t helped, or maybe it had been the perfect catalyst.

He ground his groin into hers, a silent but physical reminder of what she had aroused in him. It took her only a second to respond. She was kissing him back. Nibbling on his lips. Nipping his chin and sucking on his lower lip. The ache between his legs grew. His balls swelled and sought the upward protection of the sac close to his body.

"I have to have you," he confessed. "I have to know what it’s like inside you. You’ve done nothing but tease and torture me all semester. It ends now, Sabrina. You understand?"