Eventually

"Fuck, Kyle. You've got to stop!" Diana's voice is hoarse with passion and in spite of her words you are not ready to stop. Not yet. Things are too raw between the two of you at the moment. Between the paddling and then your stopping her at the door, if you let her leave now and she has time to reorganize her defenses, you might not ever have a chance to interact with her the way you need to.

Instead of arguing with Diana, you lead her firmly to the couch and pull her onto your lap. She winces as her sore butt lands on your thighs, but when your lips find hers she melts into your arms with a needy moan. The kiss fires your passions in a way that you could not have predicted, you've kissed all kinds of women, but none have had this effect on you. Your hand snakes into her blazer and roughly pulls open her blouse to get at the small round breasts she's been hiding. At least one of the buttons of this expensive designer top tears away before you cup the breast now covered only by a sheer layer of lacy silk.

Through her bra you feel the unmistakable raised nub of her puckered nipple fingering it firmly as you pull her back for a second kiss. Just before your lips meet, Diana turns her head, still doing her best to fight the need that is growing like a wild fire.

"Don't do this, Kyle." Her breath warms your ear as she mutters her half-hearted protests. "I can't handle the way you make me feel." It takes less than a minute to reposition Diana, you move her slender body easily until her legs straddle your lap. With her skirt pushed up high around her hips and blazer pulled off her slender shoulders, the woman writhing on your lap looks nothing like the prim and proper headmistress you met in her office. You hadn't deliberately planned this, but the way her wool jacket has been pulled off her shoulders has Diana's arms pinned behind her back giving you easy access to the remaining buttons of her blouse.

"You're a testosterone driven bastard, Mr. Hawkfearther!" Diana face is flushed as she swears at you, "this is just what I warned the board that a man like you might do to the women of our community." You ignore this new tidbit of information as you push up her bra not even bothering to unfasten it as you lift the silk cups off her breasts exposing the pale white mounds and the pink nipples that sit like cherries on scoops of vanilla ice-cream. With a groan of desire your mouth clamps onto one of those erect teats sucking it into your mouth and rolling it between your teeth.

"Damn you, Kyle!" Diana gasps, she rocks eagerly closer, pressing her tit into your face and clamping her knees tightly against your hips as she moans in excitement. "If you're going to fuck me, you'd better fuck me hard."