Just One Orgasm!

Emilia’s lips parted eagerly when his mouth descended on hers. A soft mewl left her lips when he stroked her tongue with his, teasing and tasting every corner of her mouth until her knees felt jelly.

A soft sigh of protest left her lips when he pulled away.

Huffs of warm breath escaped from her slightly parted pink lips, and hit against his chest.

One free hand pressed flat against his shirt, and every inch of her body made contact with every inch of his.

Her pineapple scent filled Adrian’s nose, setting his body on fire.

"I need to return your money_"

Her breath hitched when Adrian’s thumb brushed her soft lower lip. Her lips parted further, and he pressed in until she took it into her mouth.

A feral possessive feeling tore loose in his chest. Emilia’s hot tongue moved against his thumb.

Her eyes were instantly clouded with desire, as her mouth made little sucking noises that travelled straight to his now painfully hard dick.

Her lashes fluttered.

"You’re my student." Adrian murmured, reminding her as he focused on his thumb in her mouth.

Her lips sealed around his thumb, and she sucked harder, working her tongue in a slow circle.

"And you knew I’ll be your student before that night." She responded, as she blinked up at him.

Emilia hated who She turns into around him, but she couldn’t help it. He made her feel so free.

He smiled at her, and a flush spreading from her cheeks down her throat. The deep neckline gave him a good view of her plump tits.

"I only knew who you were the next morning." He confessed.

Knowing what she tasted like, he needed more. She bobbed her head slightly, curling his shirt in her fingers, and his cock strained against his pants, ready to fucking explode.

Adrian pulled his thumb out of her mouth, and watched her swallow softly, as her green eyes softened and met his eyes.

He caught her by her waist, and she gasped when he lifted her onto a close seat. Her short dress rode up as he dropped her on a close by seat, and stepped between her knees.

Her hands caught his shoulders. "We really shouldn’t do this here," She whispered.

"Tell me," he swiped his tongue over her parted lips, tasting her. "Do we need a room?"

Emilia made a soft sound against his lips as he kissed her again. The sound travelled straight down to his spine. Her fingers twisted into his shirt, pulling him closer, as she leaned forward, and he straightened his kneeling posture.

He kissed her the way he had wanted to since the first day he saw her in his lectire hall.

Her mouth was soft and yielding and then suddenly not yielding at all, kissing me back hungrily, her entire body burned and shoke against me.

He smiled against her lips. She was a whole different person in class, and in private. Her mind and face was too innocent for someone who turned him on this quickly.

She gave a low throaty moan, throwing her head back when his hands moved up her thighs, pushing the dress higher.

Her skin was warm under his fingers, and her legs shifted apart around him. She shuddered when his hands reached the lace edge of her underwear, and her forehead dropped to his shoulder.

"It’s my best friend night," she whimpered, and blinked her long lashes at him rapidly, begging me with her eyes. "Umm, we need to stop."

Holding her gaze, his head lowered between her parted thighs.

He pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee and felt her thigh tremble under his touch.

Dragging his lips upward, slowly, he tasted her satiny, smooth skin, the scent of her pussy intensifying the higher he went.

He curled her panties with two fingers and pulled them aside.

Adrian’s cock lurched at the sight before him. She was soaking, and her pussy was pink, slick, swollen, and absolutely drenched, waiting.

She smelled of pineapple and like a moth to flame, he buried my face in her cunt, and instantly, her slick juices coat his nose.

He pressed his mouth to her, and her hips shot up, bucking in the air. The sound she made echoed off every wall in the empty floor.

A growl filled his chest as he ate her cunt out. Emilia’s hips rolled forward every time Adrian’s tongue stabbed her clit.

He thrust his tongue deep into her sweet cunt, she screamed and slammed her palms down into the strands of his hair.

"Adr.... Professor Ashford."

Adrian’s tongue moved in long flat strokes over her glistening cunt. He lapped up every pearl of her juices that slipped between her puffy pussy lips. She tasted so nice.

"Please," she breathed, latching her hand to his hair. "Please, we should get a room_"

Adrian thrust two fingers into her cunt. Her back bowed completely into his shoulders, as she trialed off whatever she was saying.

He curled his fingers forward, stroking his fingers against her inside, and she gave a long, hoarse cry, while his mouth stayed on her clit.

"Oh god... oh god!" She breathed. "We’re not doing this again, Professor."

Her thighs locked around his head as she spoke. Her fingers yanked into his hair, and he felt her cunt clench and flutter and then seize around his fingers and mouth.

Her body tensed up then, shuddering as she came. He lapped up every drop of hot liquid that gushed out of her twitching cunt, reaching over the painful tent in his pants and squeezing it.

His fingers slipped free from between her thighs, and he pressed them to her mouth.

She made a light choking sounds as he fucked her mouth with his fingers, making her take every single drop.

Emilia’s fingers curled into the front of his shirt. Then, without thinking, she pulled him toward her.

Adrian stumbled half a step, catching himself with both hands against the back of the seat, with one on either side of her head.

For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke.

The city lights shimmered beyond the glass behind them, forgotten.

She looked up at him.

His hair was slightly dishevelled. His breathing had lost its usual measured rhythm. The composed professor from Blackwood had disappeared somewhere between the balcony and this quiet corner.

Her lips curved faintly. "I’ve been wondering about something."

His eyes searched hers. "What?"

She hesitated. "Are you married?"

One of his dark eyebrows lifted. Then a quiet laugh escaped him. "No."

She kept studying him.

"I am many things," he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear it, "but married would never be one of them."

Something inside her relaxed before she could stop it.

He noticed. "You were worried."

"I was curious." She rolled her eyes, but the tiny smile threatening her lips gave her away.

His gaze drifted over her face, lingering for just a second too long. She was beautiful. She has the most tempting face he had ever encountered.

Emilia’s fingertips absent-mindedly smoothed the crease she’d made in his collar.

"You know..." she whispered, "this is still a terrible idea."

He searched her eyes, and his lashes fluttered as he admired her.

"We’re making very poor decisions." Emilia added.

"We are." He agreed, his voice deep and sensual as his mint breath fanned her face.

She searched his face, hoping he’d be the sensible one.

Instead, the corner of his mouth lifted.

"There is," he murmured, "one way to improve this decision."

She frowned slightly. "And what’s that?"

His eyes held hers without wavering. He leaned in just enough that his forehead almost brushed hers.

"We find somewhere private." His voice dropped into something softer. "Somewhere with a door."

Emilia’s heart skipped a beat.

Emilia looked toward the club. Kylie was still somewhere inside, and Lucy had probably already started another conversation with a stranger.

She looked back at Adrian. "If I walk away with you..."

He waited.

"I might be seen."

Adrian held her gaze. He held out his hand. "Come with me."

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