Not yet.

As Bianca's body began to tremble, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the impending release, Dr. Davis' fingers slowed, his touch becoming almost imperceptible. He sensed the precipice she teetered on, the delicate balance between pleasure and ecstasy, and he deliberately held back, refusing to let her tumble over the edge. Bianca's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his, a mixture of confusion and frustration swirling in their depths.

Dr. Davis' smile was a gentle, teasing thing, his lips curling upward as he whispered, "Not yet, Bianca. Not yet."

As Dr. Davis' whispered words hung in the air, Bianca's gaze never wavered from his, her eyes searching for a hint of explanation behind the teasing smile that played on his lips. The silence between them was palpable, thick with tension and anticipation, as Bianca's body continued to thrum with unfulfilled desire. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her skin tingling with sensitivity as Dr. Davis' fingers remained poised, motionless, yet still intimately connected with her.

The sound of their breathing was the only noise that broke the stillness, a soft, synchronized rhythm that seemed to echo through the deserted classroom.

Dr. Davis' finger slowly slid into Bianca, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. His other hand cradled the back of her head, pulling her closer as his lips covered hers. The kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that matched the movement of his finger inside her. Bianca's body tensed as he began to move his finger in a slow, circular motion, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

Bianca's fingers clutched at Dr. Davis' shirt, her nails digging into the fabric as she arched her back.

Bianca's body trembled as Dr. Davis' finger continued to move inside her, each circular motion building the pleasure to new heights. She could feel her heart racing, her breath hitching as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she felt herself reaching the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Dr. Davis' finger stilled, his lips leaving hers as he pulled away, leaving Bianca breathless and wanting. She opened her eyes, gazing at him in confusion.

Dr. Davis' gaze met Bianca's, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and mischief. "Not yet, Bianca," he repeated, a playful smile playing on his lips. He slowly removed his finger, leaving Bianca's body feeling empty and aching for more.

"But why?" Bianca asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a sense of frustration building inside her, her body still trembling with unfulfilled desire.

"Patience, Bianca," Dr. Davis said, his voice low and soothing. "Good things come to those who wait."