Forbidden Lessons by Noël Cades Page B

sensitive under his fingers as he teased it to hardness, and then brought his mouth down upon it.
    Laura gasped and felt her back arch towards him. It made her throb down below. She ran her hands through his hair, as he swirled his tongue around her swollen nipple. His hands caressed her waist, her stomach, moving lower to her thighs.
    Then suddenly she felt his hand move toward her inner thighs. She froze momentarily, then he slid his fingers between her folds, brushing her clitoris. No one had ever touched her there before.
    It was electric, she felt a sharp pang in her groin that shot up to her stomach. Instinctively she moaned and pushed towards his hand. His fingers were firm and knew exactly where to apply pressure.
    He raised his head from her breast. "You’re very wet."
    Laura wasn’t sure if this was good or not but he smiled so she figured it must be.  
    She had a brief flashback to class and the image of him standing at the blackboard, instructing them. Mr Rydell, their teacher. And now he was touching her in the most intimate places and in the most intimate way, with something of the same decisiveness and authority. He was instructing her, instructing her body.
    He took her hand and moved it onto him. She had no idea how warm and hard he would feel, nothing they’d learnt in Biology or speculated about in the dorm had prepared her for this. Her fingers could barely wrap around it. She couldn’t imagine there was any way they could actually do it.
    But he shifted up so he was leaning over her, and pushed her thighs apart with his knees.
    His eyes were dark with desire. He had promised her he would stop, but he clearly wanted this. The thought flashed through her mind that he might not stop even if she did resist.
    She felt him pressing against her opening, her wetness helping him in. It hurt - he was so large - and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out. She tried to shift back to ease the pressure but his hands were gripping her hips and holding her against him, not letting her get away.
    "I want to be your first," he said, looking deep into her eyes.
    He pushed into her and the pain increased, and yet she wanted it. She wanted to do this. She wanted him closer to her, as close as possible, for him to take possession of her. He withdrew a little and she relaxed, closed her eyes, and then he pressed into her again.
    At some point there was a particularly sharp pain, and around this time his lips were on hers before she could cry out, and then against her neck, and he was saying her name.  
    Then holding her tightly, almost crushing her as his hard, muscular chest pressed against her breasts, he thrust forward and they were finally joined. She was sore and it throbbed but he was with her, in her, fully.
    He waited for a few moments, holding her still, until he felt her relax. Then very gently he withdrew a small way and pushed back into her. He repeated this until it was moving more easily for them both. The pain was less now, there was more of a numbness, but she felt a fullness inside her that replaced it.
    He shifted his weight, and with a new angle his pelvis pressed against her, hitting just the right place each time he ground into her. It made her push back against his thrusts, meeting him in return.
    "Feel how hard you make me."
    His greater strength and her inability to resist him - had she even wanted to - made her more able to lose control. He was in command, he was doing this to her body, she was in his hands. She felt him inside her, each thrust going almost too deep but she wanted him as deep as possible.  
    He’s my teacher, she thought. He was a grown adult and her superior on every level - age, experience, authority - yet something about this levelled them. The outside world faded away. Nothing else was.  
    The way he was grinding against her at the end of each thrust meant that just where it might have become uncomfortable, she instead got the pressure and stimulation she needed in