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His attention is fixed solely on me, like he's drinking in everything about me.
He was just as intense yesterday.
And I love that, but I don't know what to do with it.
My hands are trembling as I bring the coffee cup to my lips and take a sip. His eyes never leaving mine, he does the same.
A drop of coffee glistens on his bottom lip, and I don't know what comes over me, but before I even realize what I'm doing, I lean in and press my lips to his, swiping my tongue along that creamy drop, tasting both it and him.
He's perfectly still, so still that I'm afraid I've moved too fast and offended him. Oh god, what if I read everything wrong and he's not interested in me that way?
I start to pull back and apologize, but before I can, he hauls me to his chest and crashes his lips down onto mine.
And good lord, the way he kisses me…
It's like he's dying and I'm the oxygen keeping him alive. He's sucking the air straight from my lungs, mating his hot tongue with mine.
Tingles snap along every nerve ending in my body, and I clench my legs together as I'm suddenly throbbing in that most private of places.
He definitely notices because I feel his hand moving under my skirt and cupping my mound through my panties.
"This is mine, isn't it, sweet girl?" he breathes against my lips before he starts licking and sucking at my neck.
I don't even stop to think of how odd his possessive words are after having known him only a day. All I can focus on are his hot lips and wet kisses on my skin, leaving fire in their wake.
His finger strokes along my slit through my embarrassingly wet panties. "So wet for me, aren't you, Anne?"
That finger slips beneath my panties and begins to rub my clit. And oh my god, the pleasure has me whimpering and digging my nails in his shoulders through his shirt.
"Poor girl," he whispers, his voice husky with lust. "I bet you've never had a real orgasm before, have you?"
My cheeks color. How does he know? Yes, I've stroked myself before and tried to achieve that bliss, but I never could.
"I'm sorry," I find myself mumbling.
He gently lifts my chin with the hand that's not stroking my wet folds.
His eyes blaze into me as he croaks out. "Don’t be. I love that you're innocent. I want to be all your firsts."
I want to ask him how he knew, if I just had "virgin" tattooed on my forehead or something, but before I can, he captures my lips in an achingly tender kiss as he finally breaches my hole, pushing one finger up into me while his thumb continues to work my nub.
"Oh my god," I moan into his mouth. I feel so full, and the pressure that's building within me is delicious, but it promises at something even more amazing.
"Yes, baby. Let it happen. Let me take you there."
I listen to his voice crooning in my ear and clear my mind, just allowing the sensations to pass over me.
And then I explode, my innermost muscles convulsing and sucking on his finger greedily.
"Yes," he hisses in my ear as he continues to stroke me through my release. "So motherfucking beautiful, sweetheart. You're so precious."
Only when I'm completely limp in his arms, slumped forward against his chest does he pull his finger out of me.
My cheeks heat when he brings his finger that's glistening with my juices up to his lips and licks it all off, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Best cream I've ever tasted," he comments with dark eyes before taking a sip of his coffee.
I can't help noticing the huge bulge in his pants, but the bell signaling the end of lunchtime chooses that moment to sound.
I bite my lip and look up at him. "I'm sorry," I apologize to him again. "I'll have students coming in soon."
He cups my cheeks and places another tender kiss on my lips. "Don't worry. We'll finish this later," he promises.
I nod vaguely and watch as he stands and adjusts himself before exiting my room. I'm still in shock over the fact that I kissed him, and he gave me my first ever orgasm here in my classroom.
He turns when he gets to the doorway and gives me one last lingering look full of promise.
And I'm already counting down the minutes until the bell rings at the end of the school day.
