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When dinner was done, it felt like we had only been there a few minutes, and the heat had only intensified the entire meal. As we walked out, taking the stroll back to the car, I asked if she would like to be dropped back off at the school. She said no. To take her home.
The ride to her house was only punctuated by the directions she gave me to get there, and I didn’t hesitate to walk her to the door. There were few words that felt important enough to break the thick sense of expectation between us as we reached the door, and she immediately produced the key. She turned the knob and rather than say goodnight, grabbed me by my tie and pulled me in with her.
We slammed into the wall as the door swung shut, our lips pressed hard against each other. She kicked off her heels and dropped a few inches, so I picked her up and held her aloft as my lips moved to her neck.
“Bedroom,” she said hoarsely, pointing down the hall.
I carried her, eliciting a giggle from deep in her chest, and as soon as we were through the door, she was ripping at my shirt and my hands were under her dress, pulling it up over her incredible thighs and sliding up toward the promise of her heavy breasts.
8
KRISTEN
Icould barely contain myself on the ride home, and as soon as we were at my door, I pulled him inside by his tie. I didn’t want to give myself too much time to think about it, to doubt it and second-guess myself.
As he carried me into my bedroom, I felt like the adrenaline coursing through my body might make me explode. My body was throbbing, aching for him, and I literally could not stop smiling when our lips weren’t locked.
I pulled apart the buttons of his shirt, growing frustrated with one of them as it was tucked under his belt. I just wanted to tear them off, and his hands sliding up my thighs and to my breasts was driving me to go faster.
A thumb dipped below my bra, and suddenly my breasts were in his hands, the dress falling between them while cool air brushed over my nipples a split second before they were buried in his palms. I groaned and let my head fall back as his lips caressed my neck and his hands kneaded into my chest.
His cock had been so hard, pressed into my stomach when we’d embraced, and now I just wanted to yank his pants off and feel it, touch it, and finally have it inside of me. My hand slid down his leg and over to his bulge, and I squeezed. A deep, rumbling moan seemed to melt the rest of the world away, and I reached for his belt, pulling it open.
With the belt undone, I yanked the button open, and the zipper undid itself, getting pressure from the other side as his massive cock pressed against the fabric of his boxers. He released my chest to pull his shirt off and his pants down, and I dropped to my knees. Grabbing his boxers on either side, I yanked them down, and his thick, long staff sprang out and brushed my cheek.
I took him into my mouth, relishing how he felt on my tongue, sweeping the salty-sweet pre-cum from the tip and swirling around his head before taking it deep inside. He moaned loudly above me as the head brushed the back of my throat, and I pulled back, stroking him as I rolled my tongue over him.
But that wasn’t enough for him. He reached down and pulled me up to my feet again, pushing me back into the bed and ripping at my panties, tearing them off my body and eliciting an excited squeal from deep in my chest. Grabbing my legs, he pulled them up and folded me as he dove down, letting his tongue slide through my folds and brush over my clit. I cried out as he used the tip, and my body began to shake as he pleasured me.
My fingers ran through his hair as he licked me, sliding a finger deep inside me and using his other hand to stroke himself. The sensation was too much. I let go and let the sudden, intense wave of climax wash over me.
I had never felt that intensity before, and when I tried to reach down, to pull him away, he stayed. I grabbed at the sheets, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I came, seemingly forever until he pulled back and climbed onto the bed over me.
“I need you inside me,” I gasped, reaching down and guiding his cock to my entrance. “Now.”
With a mighty thrust, he buried himself deep, and I cried out. The line between pain and pleasure was blurred as he filled me, and I let my mouth settle over his shoulder, biting down as the pressure built inside me. Slowly, I relaxed, and he began to thrust, gently at first and then picking up speed.
Time slipped into meaninglessness as our bodies intertwined. Sweat rolled down my back and as we rolled from one position to the other. I rode him, my breast deep in his mouth and his hands squeezing my ass. I could feel we were both close and closed my eyes, letting him roll me onto my back once more.
He smothered me, his hard, muscled body crushing me down into the mattress in the most delightful way. My legs wrapped around him as he slammed into me, groans building deeper, more carnal as he got closer and closer. My body responded and brought me to the edge of sanity itself, and then spilled over as he went stock-still.
He came, exploding inside me, and I joined him, my pussy pulsing, squeezing him as he emptied deep inside me. We each cried out into the night, and when he collapsed, kissing the sweat off my chest softly, I sighed. The mind-blowing orgasm had left me breathless, weak and satisfied. Rolling over to his back, he moaned happily, and I curled into his arms, falling into a deep sleep in just moments.
The alarm woke me up at the same mind-blurring time as it always did. I was used to it, forcing myself to get up at the same time every day rather than just on weekdays, but it seemed particularly aggravating that morning. I would have much rather whiled away the morning lying in Camden's arms and reveling in our night together.
I was even stuffing down any questioning thoughts or the prickly little feelings in the back of my mind that said I was still walking a very fine ethical line here. Camden wasn't my student anymore. Our one tutoring session together didn't count, yet he was still a student.
Not wanting to let those thoughts take up any more space in my mind than they were already trying to, I snuggled backward toward Camden and found nothing. That wasn't what I was hoping for. I wanted him to be there so I could curl up with him and try to pretend the alarm hadn't just rudely pried me out of my sleep. Maybe distract myself with another round. Instead, there was nothing but cold mattress.
I had a brief moment of panic thinking he'd slipped out in the middle of the night and now I was going to face the humiliation of an unintentional one-night stand. I didn't know if I had it in me to go back to searching him out in every crowd on campus and attempting to avoid him.
Fortunately, a loud crash from the kitchen told me he hadn't ducked out of the house and ran while I was sleeping. It also suggested he was destroying dishes and possibly pieces of my cookware. I got up and threw on the nearest clothes I could find before rushing into the kitchen to find out what was going on.
Camden was in the kitchen in just his boxers, standing over the stove stirring something. There weren't any signs of real destruction around, so I was able to relax enough to notice the delicious smell.
"Something smells amazing," I said.
He turned to look over his shoulder at me and grinned. "Thank you. Sorry if I woke you. I was trying to find another frying pan and yanked a few pots out of the cabinet with it."
