Steamy Sessions With My Student 03

The days after I had confronted Noah were unbearable.

I had expected him to lay low, embarrassed, or maybe even ashamed. Instead, he seemed bolder. His eyes followed me in class, amused as though we're now in a coven and shared a dirty secret.

And maybe we did.

I tried to totally avoid, or better still ignore him, bury myself in lesson plans and grading, but every time his voice echoed through the room —deep, lazy, teasing, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Every smirk, every long glance set my pussy aching for pleasure.

It was a game now, one I hadn't willed myself to participate in.

That Thursday evening, the campus was quieter than usual. Most students had already left for the weekend, I was busy with paperwork, though I was really avoiding going home to an empty apartment, since Eric dumped me, because the apartment still smelled faintly of him.

When I finally packed my things and stepped out into the dim hallway, I was surprised to see Noah leaning against the wall outside my office.

My stomach twisted.

He straightened as soon as he saw me, his lips curling into a sly smile. “Good evening professor".

I clutched my bag tighter. “What are you doing here?"

“I was waiting for you".

The bluntness made my heart falter. I forced myself to move forward, brushing past him. “You shouldn't be here. Go home".

But he fell into stride beside me, tall and confident. " Why? Are you afraid someone will see us?”

“Yes", I snapped unconsciously.

“Oh, no". I facepalmed in my mind.

He chuckled, low and knowing. “Then maybe you shouldn't have kept me after class the other day. Alone. In the classroom with you."

Heat rose up to my neck. My feet faltered. He was baiting me, pushing me to admit what had really happened in my office, to admit that his story had made me soak my panties, that I had fucked myself whilst reading his story, while picturing his words.

I turned toward him, anger and panic visible on my face. “Enough, Noah. This — whatever game you think you're playing, it stops now.”

And then he stepped closer. Too close.

I moved back, but there was not enough space, and my back soon hit the wall. He leaned down, one hand resting on the wall, above my head, caging me in.

“Then tell me to stop", he murmured, his lips inches from mine. “Tell me you don't want this."

I opened my mouth, ready to prove him wrong, but nothing came out. My mouth betrayed me, my body betrayed me, heart pounding, heat building, low between my thighs.

The only thing running through my mind was how his supple lips would feel against mine, how it would taste.

His thumb brushed my chin, slightly tilting my face up. My lips parted without permission.

And then he kissed me.

God help me, I let him.

The kiss wasn't gentle,it was hungry, urgent, his mouth slanted over mine in a way that stole my breath. I gasped, and his tongue slid in, tasting me, claiming me.

I kissed back, with the same urgency and hunger.

I should have pushed him away, I should have stopped it. Instead, my fingers ran through his hair, I dropped my bag with a low thud and wrapped the other arm round his neck, pulling him closer.

The hallway spun, nothing but heat and the minty taste of him on my tongue.

When he finally pulled back, we were both out of breath, breathing hard.

*See?” He whispered, his forehead resting on mine. " You want me as much as I want you.”

I swallowed hard,ashamed of myself. " This was a mistake".

But I didn't move.

He smiled, wicked and sure. “Mistakes never feel this good".

And then he stepped back, hands sliding into his pockets, leaving me trembling against the wall. “Good night, Professor".

He walked away without a backward glance, his strides confident, victorious.

I stood frozen long after he was gone, my lips swollen, my pussy warm with my wetness.

That night, I couldn't sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his mouth on mine again. His hand warm against my boob, I could still smell him on my clothes, a mix of soap, cologne and a masculine scent.

I tossed and turned. I told myself to stop thinking about him. But the ache between my thighs only increased.

Finally,I gave in. I sat up in bed.

The room was dark, except for the faint glow from the bedside lamp, I stretched my arm to the nightstand drawer, reaching for my vibrator. But tonight, it wouldn't be enough on its own.

I wanted more.

Laying back into bed, I stripped myself off the camisole I had on. Baring my breasts to the cool air, my nipples hardened instantly. My panties were already damp, clinging to my folds.

I pushed them down, spread my legs wide. I was now totally naked, I let my fingers trace the lips of my pussy.

“Fuck", I whispered, closing my eyes.

I picture Noah hovering over me, that sly grin wiped away, replaced by hunger, arousal.

I imagined his long, strong fingers sliding into me.

My hips bucked as I pressed harder, circling my clit, teasing myself till I was panting.

“God, Noah…” The name skipped out before I could stop it.

I grabbed the vibrator, turned it on low, and placed it against my clit. The buzz jolted through me. My back arched off the bed.

I fucked myself with my fingers, hard and deep, while the toy buzzed mercilessly against my swollen clit. My breasts bounced with every thrust, my nipples aching for a mouth to suck them.

" Ohhhh fuck, yes “ I let out a glottal moan.

In my mind, Noah was above me, pinning me down, whispering dirty nothings in my ear as he rammed into me, stretching me open. “You're so wet for me, Professor. So fucking tight. I knew you wanted this".

The image made me shudder. I thrust faster, harder and deeper.

“Fuck me harder", I gasped, my fingers slamming in and out. “Make me cum, Noah".

The vibrator buzzed on high now, sending shockwaves through me. My body stiffened, heat building.

And then it hit me.

The orgasm tore through me, violent and overwhelming. My hips bucked, my cries filling the empty apartment. My body convulsed, drenched, shaking as wave after wave crashed over me.

I fell back onto the sheets, soaked, sweaty and shaking. The toy slipped from my hand buzzing weakly against the mattress.

For a long moment, I could only gasp, breathing hard, heart racing, pussy throbbing, Noah's name still on my lips.

When I finally fell asleep, it wasn't shame that I felt, it was hunger.

Because one taste wasn't going to be enough.

One taste wasn't going to quench this burning desire.