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„You can’t get enough it seems,” I tell her.
„Neither can you,” she responds, while closing her hand around my hardening length. I can’t suppress another groan when her grip tightens and she starts stroking me.
„You won’t be able to walk tomorrow if you don’t stop this, little flower,” I warn her, as I lean into her touch.
„So what?” she asks, with a seductive spark in her eyes. „I have no plans for tomorrow.”
She gets up on her toes and brings her lips close to my ear. „I want to feel you inside of me again. Please. Sir.”
Fuck.She’s unbelievable. I want to remind her of her place, but instead, I turn her around and push her against the wet tiles, while I bring my hard length between her cheeks.
„Be careful what you wish for,” I whisper close to her ear, as I bend over her delicate body.
She mewls and wiggles her tight ass against my pelvis, bringing my cock between her thighs, as she teases me to take her again.
„Please, Sir,” she pleads, her eyes trailing back over her shoulder to find mine.
I bring the tip of my cock to her entrance, only parting her lips ever so slightly, before I say, „Show me, how much you want it.”
Her lips curve into a smile, and she reaches back to guide my length into her channel. She’s so unbelievably wet, but still tight as fuck, and I release a loud groan as I spread her apart once again.
A moan, born out of pain as much as ecstasy, escapes her lips as her body accommodates my large size. She bends over until her tight cheeks are pressed against my pelvis and I’m stretching her with my entire length.
I place my hands on her hips, but only hold her, while she’s the one fucking me. She starts moving back and forth, her tight channel clenching around my steely length, while her moans blend with the sound of the heavy rain falling down on us. I try to leave her in control for as long as possible, relishing the sight of her dainty body wrapped around my cock, while she brings her hand between her legs and starts pleasuring herself.
But my patience grows thin, and soon I bring the reins back into my hands, and I bend over her, thrusting with vicious force. She shrieks out, and her body stiffens, while my shoves grow harder and harder.
I bring my face next to hers, edged on by the sound of her groans, when I say: „You’re mine.”
She’s panting heavily, and I can tell that she’s close to coming, when her muscles start tensing around me.
„I’m yours,” she exclaims, before she erupts with another climax, taking me with her.
Her entire body tenses up as I drive into her with two more heavy thrusts, filling her once again, accompanied by an anguished groan while she milks me until there’s nothing left.
I almost collapse onto her, my chin resting on her shoulder, as we both return to Earth and our breathing slowly calms.
„Mine,” I repeat, as I wrap my arms around her trembling body and bring her closer, pressing her against my chest, while our bodies remain connected.
„Yours,” she breathes, and my heart responds with an anxious hiccup.
What the hell am I saying? She’s my student. She can’t be mine, no matter how much I want it. I can’t go down this road with her.
We stay like this for another moment, letting the warm waterfall rain down on us, while I refuse to give in to the doubts that creep up on me. She can’t be mine, but she should be. I thought it would get easier once I’ve had her, but now I don’t want to let her go. I don’t even want to leave this room, this shower. I want to take her into my bed and keep her there for eternity.
I shake my head and force myself to let go of her before I slowly retreat. She turns around and closes her eyes while she lets the water rinse off the last traces of soap, then she looks up at me with expectant eyes.
I turn off the water and step out of the shower before her. I hand her one of the towels before taking one for myself.
„You can wear this,” I tell her, as she takes a white bathrobe from my hands with an appreciative smile.
„Thank you, Professor Jones,” she says playfully—but the words leave an unpleasant sting with me.
„Don’t call me that,” I say. „Not here. I’m Aston.”
„Aston,” she says, sounding bemused, as if she was tasting the sound of it. „What an elegant name.”
I chuckle as I put on a black bathrobe. „Guess that’s what happens when you have a British parent.”
