Wednesday Morning.

As the warmth of the sunlight danced across her face, Bianca's eyelids fluttered open, and she was met with the faint glow of morning light streaming into Dr. Davis's apartment. The room was bathed in a soft, golden hue, and the shadows cast by the furniture seemed to stretch and yawn, like the city itself was awakening from a long slumber. Bianca's gaze slowly shifted to her left, her eyes scanning the space until they landed on Dr. Davis. He was already awake, propped up against the pillows, his phone cradled in his palm. The faint blue glow of the screen illuminated his features, casting an ethereal light on his chiseled jawline and prominent nose.

For a moment, Bianca simply observed him, taking in the relaxed posture, the faint crease between his eyebrows as he scrolled through his messages. His hair was mussed, sticking up in every direction, giving him a delightfully disheveled appearance. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, exposing the broad expanse of his chest, and Bianca's pulse quickened as she recalled the countless ways he'd used that magnificent physique to bring her pleasure.

Dr. Davis's eyes flickered upwards, meeting Bianca's, and a faint hint of a smile played on his lips. For a heartbeat, they simply regarded each other, the silence thick with unspoken meaning. Then, Dr. Davis cleared his throat softly, his voice a low rumble as he spoke.

"Good morning," Dr. Davis murmured, his voice husky from sleep, as he set his phone aside and focused his attention on Bianca. His eyes roamed over her face, taking in the tangled mess of her hair, the smudges of mascara beneath her lashes, and the soft, inviting curve of her lips. Bianca felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she returned his gaze, her pulse stuttering in response to the warmth in his eyes.

Dr. Davis shifted slightly, the movement causing the sheet to slip further down his torso, revealing the defined ridges of his abdomen. Bianca's gaze dipped, following the trail of dark hair that led from his navel to the shadowy recesses beneath the sheet. Her mouth went dry as she remembered the sensations he'd evoked within her, the memories threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Without breaking eye contact, Dr. Davis reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Bianca's ear, his fingertips grazing the shell of her ear. The touch sent shivers coursing down her spine, and Bianca felt her nipples harden in response, straining against the confines of her bra. As she swallowed, her throat constricted, and she became acutely aware of the parched state of her mouth.

"I think we need some water," Dr. Davis said, his voice low and smooth, as if reading her thoughts. He reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, holding it out to Bianca. As she leaned forward to take the glass, Dr. Davis's sheet slipped lower, revealing the full expanse of his chest. Bianca's eyes widened as she drank in the sight of him, her fingers brushing against his hand as she accepted the glass. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she nearly dropped the glass in her haste to pull away.

As Bianca accepted the glass of water from Dr. Davis, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She nearly dropped the glass, but Dr. Davis steadied her hand with a firm yet gentle touch. "Thank you," Bianca murmured softly, her voice still rough from sleep.

Dr. Davis watched intently as Bianca drank, his eyes tracing the graceful movements of her throat as she swallowed. When a droplet of water clung to the rim of the glass, Bianca wiped it away with her fingertip, and Dr. Davis noticed the small gesture that many might have overlooked.

As Bianca handed the glass back to Dr. Davis, their fingers touched once more, sending a frisson of awareness through her entire being. Despite the bravado she'd exhibited the night before, touching herself with reckless abandon as Dr. Davis lay sleeping beside her, Bianca couldn't shake off the wave of shyness that washed over her now. It was as though the harsh light of day had stripped away her confidence, leaving her feeling **** and exposed.

A soft blush rose to her cheeks as she realized that Dr. Davis's gaze followed hers, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before them. Without a word, he set the glass back on the bedside table, his movements economical and deliberate.

With a quiet rustle, Dr. Davis slid out of bed, the sheet slipping away from his torso like a **** lover. Bianca's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the majesty of his naked form only his lower half hidden by boxers, the golden light dancing across his skin like a benediction. She felt tiny, insignificant, in comparison to his towering figure, her doubts and fears resurfacing with alarming speed.

Dr. Davis slides his boxers down his legs as Bianca watches, turning to her with a smile as he approaches her side of the bed. His hardening cock sways as he walks, the fabric catching on the curves of his hips and thighs. Bianca's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of him, her breath catching in her throat. The morning light bathes his skin in a warm glow, highlighting the contours of his muscular body and casting a shadow over his lower half.

As Dr. Davis climbs onto the bed, the mattress dips under his weight, and he moves with a predatory grace as he positions himself over Bianca. He leans down, his face hovering mere inches above hers, his breath hot against her skin. His eyes search hers, and there is a hunger in his gaze that sends shivers down Bianca's spine. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, the slight tremors that run through him as his pulse quickens.

"Good morning again," Dr. Davis murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to reverberate through Bianca's entire being. His hand reaches out, fingers ghosting along the curve of her jaw, down the column of her throat, and across the swell of her chest. The touch is electric, sending sparks of sensation across Bianca's skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Bianca's heart races as Dr. Davis's fingers trace the curve of her jaw, his touch igniting a fire within her. She can't resist the pull of his magnetic presence, her body swaying towards him as if drawn by an invisible ****. As his hand drifts lower, brushing across the swell of her breasts, Bianca feels a surge of heat coursing through her veins.

Unable to withstand the intensity of her desire any longer, Bianca reaches up and grasps Dr. Davis's face between her palms. She pulls him down until their lips meet in a searing kiss, pouring all of her pent-up longing and need into the passionate embrace. Dr. Davis responds with equal fervor, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that threatens to consume her entirely.

The kiss deepens as Dr. Davis's tongue seeks entrance, delving into the warm cavern of Bianca's mouth. His fingers tangle in her hair, tugging lightly as he tilts her head to deepen the kiss further. Bianca moans softly into his mouth, her body arching up to meet his. She can feel the hard planes of his muscles against her soft curves, the contrast only fueling the fire that burns within her.

As they break apart for air, Bianca's chest heaves with rapid breaths, her lips swollen and pink from the intensity of their kiss.

Bianca quickly sits up, her eyes falling on Dr. Davis's swelling cock. She can't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of his manhood growing to full attention. With trembling fingers, she reaches behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra. The garment falls away, exposing her bare breasts to Dr. Davis's hungry gaze.

Bianca's breasts are full and round, the soft mounds capped with rosy nipples that are already pebbling in the cool morning air. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart pounds in anticipation. With a coy smile, she leans back against the headboard, letting Dr. Davis drink in the sight of her exposed flesh.

Dr. Davis's eyes darken with lust as he takes in the tantalizing view of Bianca's bare breasts. His gaze rakes over the soft curves, lingering on the pink peaks of her nipples. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His hand reaches out, fingers ghosting across the smooth skin of her collarbone before trailing lower, skimming along the swell of her breast.

Bianca's breath hitches as Dr. Davis's fingers brush against her sensitive nipple, the touch sending sparks of sensation across her skin. She arches into his touch, silently begging for more.

Bianca's eyes are dark with desire as she gazes at Dr. Davis's hardening cock. With a newfound boldness, she reaches out and grasps his shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. The velvety soft skin feels warm and smooth beneath her fingers, the shaft pulsing in her grip as she works her way from base to tip.

Dr. Davis groans softly, his head falling back against the pillows as Bianca's hand works its magic on his aching cock. "Fuck, Bianca," he breathes, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good."

Emboldened by his reaction, Bianca leans forward, her hot breath ghosting over his swollen flesh. She maintains eye contact with Dr. Davis as she wraps her lips around the sensitive head, her tongue darting out to tease the weeping slit. Dr. Davis's hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of the wet heat of Bianca's mouth.

"Yes, just like that," Dr. Davis encourages, his fingers tangling in Bianca's hair. "Take me deeper."

Bianca obeys, relaxing her jaw and taking more of Dr. Davis's length into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the throbbing shaft, the muscular walls of her throat constricting around him as she sucks. The taste of his saltiness floods her senses, and she feels a rush of power at the knowledge that she's bringing him pleasure.

"Shit, Bianca, your mouth feels incredible," Dr. Davis groans, his hips rocking in time with the bobbing of Bianca's head. "I'm going to cum if you keep sucking me like that."

Bianca hums in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending new waves of pleasure through Dr. Davis's aching flesh. She takes him deeper, relaxing her throat muscles as she descends until her nose is nestled in his coarse pubic hair and the tip of his cock hits the back of her throat.

Bianca's eyes lock with Dr. Davis's as she pulls back, releasing his throbbing cock from the wet heat of her mouth with a soft "pop". A string of saliva connects her lips to his swollen tip before breaking. She licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste of his pre-cum and the musky flavor of his skin.

"Lay back," Bianca commands, her voice husky and dripping with desire. She takes a moment to admire the sight of Dr. Davis's taut muscles as he complies, his broad shoulders hitting the mattress and his hips following in a slow, sensual slide.

Bianca's gaze rakes over Dr. Davis's naked form, taking in every hard plane and sharp angle. The morning light bathes his skin in a warm, golden glow, casting shadows across the grooves and valleys of his abdomen. His cock juts proudly from a nest of coarse, dark hair, the shaft pulsing with need and the head flushed a deep, angry red.

Bianca leans over Dr. Davis, her soft curves pressing against the firm expanse of his chest. She drags her tongue along the sensitive skin of his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the heady rush of his pulse beneath her lips. Her hands roam across his body, mapping out the contours of his muscles and the heat of his skin.

Bianca's wetness glides smoothly along Dr. Davis's throbbing length as she slowly crawls atop him. The heat of her core radiates through his shaft, making it twitch and pulse with need. Bianca moans softly at the sensation, her head falling back in bliss.

Dr. Davis's hands come up to rest on the curve of Bianca's ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guides her movements. "Fuck, Bianca," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so good sliding along my cock. I can't wait to feel you taking me deep."

Bianca's hips undulate slowly, her wetness coating every throbbing inch of him. She leans down, capturing Dr. Davis's lips in a searing kiss as she continues to glide up and down his length. Her tongue delves into his mouth, twining with his in a sensual dance that leaves them both breathless.

Dr. Davis's thumbs hook into the waistband of Bianca's panties, tugging them to the side. His fingers ghost along the slick folds of her sex, teasing her entrance. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he murmurs against her lips.

Bianca whimpers, her hips rocking against his hand. "Yes," she breathes, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Dr. Davis. I need you inside me."

As Bianca pleads for Dr. Davis to fill her, she leans in close, her voice barely audible over their heavy breathing. "If you come inside me," she whispers, her words dripping with seduction, "I'll sit in your class, and you'll have to know that your cum is leaking out of me the entire time."

Dr. Davis's eyes flash with desire at the prospect, his grip on Bianca's hips tightening as he bucks upward, seeking entry into her willing body. Bianca smiles knowingly, her pantyhose-clad thighs squeezing against his hips in temptation. The soft fabric clings to her legs, stretched taut by her position astride Dr. Davis's waist.

Dr. Davis's eyes flash with desire at the prospect, his grip on Bianca's hips tightening as he bucks upward, seeking entry into her willing body. Bianca smiles knowingly, her pantyhose-clad thighs squeezing against his hips in temptation. The soft fabric clings to her legs, stretched taut by her position astride Dr. Davis's waist. As she raises herself slightly, the dim lighting catches the fine mesh of the hose, illuminating the intricate network of fibers that hugs her skin.

With deliberate slowness, Bianca lowers herself onto Dr. Davis's straining erection, the engorged head parting her slick folds with ease. She gasps, her eyelids fluttering closed as the sheer size of him stretches her inner walls to their limits. For a heartbeat, they pause - frozen in a tableau of unfulfilled desire - before Bianca starts moving once more.

Her hips sink lower, drawing another strangled groan from Dr. Davis's throat as he slips deeper into her heated channel. Every movement sends shockwaves coursing through Bianca's frame; tremors that threaten to consume her very being. Yet, even as she dances along the razor-sharp edge of ecstasy, she remains keenly attuned to Dr. Davis's responses – drinking in the sound of his labored breathing, the urgent flexion of his fingers upon her buttocks.

Time seems to warp and bend, stretching seconds into eons as Bianca rides Dr. Davis with deliberate precision – milking every shred of pleasure from their joining. Each fluid motion sparks fresh bursts of delight; delicious sensations that swirl throughout her lower belly, taunting her senses with hints of impending release.

Bianca's inner muscles flutter and clench rhythmically around Dr. Davis's throbbing length, drawing him impossibly deeper into her welcoming heat. Her hips undulate sensually, grinding her sensitive folds along his shaft with every downward movement. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by their dual moans of ecstasy.

Dr. Davis's hands grip Bianca's hips tightly, his thumbs digging into the supple flesh of her buttocks as he guides her movements. He rocks upward to meet her, driving himself impossibly deeper with every thrust. The head of his cock grinds mercilessly against Bianca's sensitive front wall, sending sparks of sheer bliss shooting up her spine with every pass.

Bianca tosses her head back, her long dark tresses spilling across the mattress as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensations. Her breasts bounce hypnotically with every movement, the creamy flesh capped by rosy nipples that beg to be tasted once more.

"Fuck, Bianca," Dr. Davis growls, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. So hot, so tight, so perfect."

Bianca only nods, unable to form coherent words as she teeters precariously close to the edge of climax. Her movements become more frantic, more ****, as she chases the elusive high.

Bianca whimpers, her hips rocking against his in a **** bid to drive them both over the edge. "Please, professor," she pants, her voice dripping with need. "Fill me up. Make me drip with your cum all day long."

Dr. Davis's hands tighten on Bianca's hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he meets her downward thrusts with powerful upward snaps of his own. The **** of his movements jostles the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Dr. Davis!" Bianca cries out, her voice keening with need. "Don't stop! I'm so close!"

Dr. Davis grits his teeth, forcing himself to focus on the slick heat enveloping his cock. He redoubles his efforts, pounding up into Bianca with abandon.

The **** of his thrusts causes the headboard to slam against the wall, echoing their dual cries of pleasure.

Suddenly, a thought flashes through Bianca's mind - a chilling realization that snaps her out of the haze of lust. The start of her most dangerous days, with the risk of potentially becoming pregnant, looms ahead. The knowledge sends a shiver down her spine, even as Dr. Davis continues to drive into her.

"Fuck, Bianca," Dr. Davis growls, his voice rough with impending release. "You feel so fucking good. So tight, so wet, squeezing me like a vice."

Bianca only nods, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she meets his upward thrusts. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around his length, urging him deeper.

Dr. Davis's hands slide around to Bianca's front, his fingers teasing her swollen folds. He circles her sensitive nub, drawing a high-pitched moan from her lips.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, his hot breath fanning over her skin. "Let go for me. Cum all over my cock."

Bianca's body trembles, teetering on the razor's edge of climax. Her nails rake down Dr. Davis's side, leaving red welts in their wake as she chases the elusive high.

Dr. Davis's movements become more frantic, more urgent.

His fingers on Bianca's sensitive folds become a blur, circling and teasing with relentless intensity. Bianca's body trembles and tenses beneath him, her muscles coiling tightly as she teeters on the brink of release.

"Fuck, Bianca," Dr. Davis growls, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Cum for me. Now."

His command sends a jolt of electricity through Bianca's system, the words igniting a fire in her core. Her eyes roll back, fluttering shut as her body convulses in ecstasy.

Bianca suddenly freezes, her body going rigid as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her inner muscles clamp down on Dr. Davis's cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly. A high-pitched keen tears from her throat, echoing off the walls of the apartment.

"Shit, Bianca!" Dr. Davis curses, his hips snapping forward as he drives himself impossibly deeper into her spasming heat. "So fucking tight. Squeezing me so good."

He continues to thrust mindlessly, chasing his own release as Bianca rides out the aftershocks of her intense climax. The **** of his movements causes the bed to creak and groan in protest, the frame threatening to buckle under the strain.

Bianca, however, is not done with him yet. As the spasms of her orgasm begin to subside, she feels a new wave of desire wash over her. She wants to see him come undone completely, to watch the man who has brought her so much pleasure succumb to his own needs.

With newfound determination, Bianca sits up slowly, careful not to dislodge Dr. Davis's still-buried length inside her. She leans forward, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue delves into his mouth, tangling with his own in a sensual dance that leaves them both breathless.

"Let go for me, professor," Bianca whispers against his lips, her voice husky with renewed desire. "Cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed."

Her words are met with a low, appreciative growl from Dr. Davis. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she begins to roll her hips in hard, deliberate circles. The motion causes his cock to shift and press against her sensitive front wall with every thrust, sending jolts of pure bliss shooting up her spine.

Bianca can feel the tension coiling in Dr. Davis's body, the way his muscles tense and quiver beneath her touch. She knows he is close, teetering on the edge of release. Sensing his impending climax, she redoubles her efforts, her movements becoming more urgent and focused.

Her words seem to be the final push Dr. Davis needs. With a low, guttural groan, his body goes rigid beneath her. His cock throbs and pulses inside her, his length swelling as he reaches his peak.

"Fuck, Bianca," he gasps, his hips bucking erratically as he empties himself inside her. "So fucking good."

Bianca can feel his hot seed flooding her depths, painting her inner walls with his essence. The sensation triggers another mini-orgasm, causing her own muscles to flutter and clench around him.

They remain locked together, riding out the intense waves of their mutual climax. Dr. Davis's chest heaves with exertion, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Bianca collapses onto his chest, both of them panting heavily as they come down from their high.

After a few moments, Dr. Davis rolls them over, careful not to dislodge his softening length still buried inside Bianca. He gazes down at her with a mix of satisfaction and adoration, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

Suddenly, he sits up, a look of realization crossing his face. "Shit! We gotta get ready for class," he says, his tone becoming more serious.

Bianca's eyes widen at his words, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She feels a pang of disappointment that their intimate encounter has to end, but also a sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing Dr. Davis again soon. "I... I might be late," she admits, her voice small and hesitant. "I'm going to stop at the pharmacy first."

Dr. Davis shakes his head, his expression firm. "No excuses, Bianca. You go home, change, and get to class. No detours." His words are punctuated with a gentle but insistent tone, leaving no room for argument.

Bianca nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. She reluctantly disentangles herself from Dr. Davis's embrace, feeling a shiver of loss as his warmth leaves her body. She quickly gathers her clothes, wincing slightly at the sticky sensation of his release on her skin. As she dresses, she steals glances at Dr. Davis, admiring his chiseled profile and the way his muscles flex under his skin.

Once she is ready, she gives him one last lingering look, a promise of more to come in their eyes. "I'll see you in class, professor," she says softly, her voice filled with unspoken desire.