*Maria*
He speaks in a low tone ,but I hear his words perfectly. "
The resisting part is true but you will be the one." Mighty sure of himself isn't he? His deep brown eyes take in my features as if he's trying to memorize every line and curve of my face. Many women would buckle under such intense scrunity, but not I. I revel in it. The man of my lust filled dreams examines the room to see where our goofy teacher has ended up. Thankfully, he is out of range and can't tell what we are doing.
He leans over close to my ear and whispers huskily,
"I can bring you right to the edge enough to taste you and then slow so you have to wait but continue my teasings for hours." What a way with words. I swear the man paints a brilliant picture of passionate embraces with mere syllables. The provocative phrases just roll of his tongue sweet as honey and leaves me entranced. Then he moves away from me as if to remove the temptation which at this point has become to great.
His mesmorizing eyes convey a message loud and clear. He wants in my pants, but he's not just going to take me. He's going to torture me with pleasure. I thinK I could die from the sensations ,but what a way to go.
I'm just sitting there. Minding my own business. Having very dirty thoughts about one steamy Mr. Guerin when he's fingers slide up my thight. The soft contact is just enough to make me breathless. Struggling to keep quiet I take deep breaths ,but his featherlight touch is the sweetest pain I have ever experienced. I can't be loud like I'd like so I bite my bottum lip to keep from moaning.
Just when it's starting to get good he removes his hand and leaves me frustrated and wanting. His hand rests satisfied on the table while I am anything but not. If all these people weren't in here right now I'd have him right here and now on this very surface. Subconsciously I rub my thighs together in an attempt to dull the undeniable ache between my legs. Damn him for leaving me this way! Horny and yearning. He smirks at me with that sexy 'you know you want to do me' expression. I don't know weither to smack him up side the head or kiss him senseless.
"My My. You are a bad boy." I whisper seductively.
"You are sooo getting punished when we get home." I admonish with a provocative grin. It seems so natural to refer to his place as 'our' home. We've spent countless hours claiming it as ours. I hope that little admition doesn't freak him out.
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