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Ilya withdraws from my mouth a moment later, and his hand cups my chin, tipping my face upward until I meet his eyes. The fire there tells me this night has only just begun, and my stomach quivers with fresh anticipation. The pad of Ilya’s thumb brushes across the corner of my lip, wiping up a trickle of saliva that lingers there. My breath catches in my throat at the gentle caress, so contradictory to the rough way he fucked me.
“I think you might just be the best student I’ve ever had,” Ilya observes in a deep baritone, his eyes dancing.
“Thank you, sir,” I murmur, too breathless to do much else.
“Now, lie back, and let me teach you something new.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips and do as he says, shifting my weight back until I’m reclining on my pillow.
“Untie your shirt,” he commands, watching me closely as his hand goes to his cock to stroke it slowly.
My fingers shake as I work the knot free and let the fabric fall open, exposing my already-hard nipples. Ilya’s appreciative growl sends a jolt of excitement straight to my core, making my clit twitch. He climbs onto the bed with me once more, and when he reaches my legs, he grips my knees and spreads them slowly, opening my legs to him so he can occupy the space between them.
“A woman’s breasts are full of nerves,” Ilya instructs in a tone worthy of a professor. He reaches forward to lightly graze one taut nub, which puckers further in response. “When you know the right way to touch them, you can make a woman orgasm simply by playing with her nipples.”
I don’t know what’s hotter. The fact that Ilya says it with such confidence in his sexy Russian accent or the unspoken promise in his tone that he could make me do just that. His dark eyes flick upward to meet mine.
“Come, I will show you how.”
My stomach tightens with anticipation, and at the same time, I’m struck with the reminder of how much older Ilya is than me. Of how taboo our relationship is on so many levels. But as his large hands take mine and slowly guide them toward my breasts, I don’t care. I ache to feel the pleasure he wants to show me.
“You start light,” he instructs, brushing my fingers across the soft flesh of my cleavage.
I shiver in response, my skin somehow cool and on fire at the same time.
“And once your nipples are nice and hard, you mix in a little bit of pain.” He pinches one nipple, giving it a slight twist, and I gasp. “Then back to a soft caress.”
I can feel the tension building between my thighs as he walks me through it, sometimes showing me, sometimes guiding my hands so I’m teasing myself. And I creep closer to the edge of an orgasm as Ilya continues his lesson.
“Keep practicing,” Ilya commands after several minutes of light brushes broken by sharp pinches and the occasional massaging caress.
He leans back to watch as I do as he says, playing with my breasts as I bring myself closer to a second orgasm. I’m by no means an expert, and I’m not sure if he expects me to make myself come, but the fire flickering in his eyes tells me he’s getting enjoyment from the sight of me groping my own chest.
“Don’t stop,” he says, shifting between my thighs until I feel his cockhead pressing urgently between my folds.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, bringing the hint of a smile to his lips.
Ilya’s arms hook beneath my knees as he lowers himself on top of me, raising and spreading my thighs at the same time. My pleated skirt rides up my waist, fully exposing me, and Ilya’s chest grazes my knuckles. I’m tempted to touch him, but I don’t. He gave me strict instructions not to stop playing with my breasts, and I don’t know what might happen if I disobey him. I have yet to touch him beyond grabbing his cock to give him a blowjob, and I wonder if he might not prefer it that way.
His hard cock presses inside of me, and once again, I feel the silken sensation of bare flesh with no barriers separating us. It intensifies the sensation, knowing he’s fucking me raw, and my pussy tightens in response.
Ilya groans. “So fucking tight, aren’t you my little teacher’s pet? Are you eager to please me?”
“Yes, sir,” I gasp as I pinch my nipples, sending another jolt of pleasure to my clit.
His hips rock into me as he fucks me slowly, brushing my clit with every thrust. “Should I reward you for all your hard work?”
“Please, sir,” I beg, my gut tightening with anticipation.
I shouldn’t like this as much as I do, but fucking hell, I’m ready to come again, and I find that the escape of our role play offers me a safe space to fully enjoy the pleasure without having to focus on any guilt I should be experiencing. After all, I’m not Whitney Carlson right now. I’m a student learning a valuable lesson from her teacher. And let me tell you just how much I love my education right now.
Ilya picks up speed, thrusting harder until my body starts to rock with the motion, my breasts bouncing in my hands.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, hammering into me now.
Tingling euphoria makes my fingers numb, and still, I tease myself, not stopping for an instant as I participate in my own pleasure. Ilya’s cock stiffens and swells impossibly further, stretching me to my limit.
“Come for me, my pet,” he commands as his thrusts grow urgent, his arms bulging with the tension of fucking me so hard.
