Yes, she will

“Yes, sir, I will.”

If she had said anything else, you’d have had a heart attack.

She’s the first to leave her seat. She’s leaning over you. She’s kneeling on your chair. You don’t have to pull her in. She presses her lips against yours. All you can see is her eyes burning bright, lit by her desire, reflecting your desire. Your tongues twine. You lose yourself in her kiss.

Your right-hand slides beneath her jumper to answer the question you’ve asked since she arrived. No, she isn’t wearing a bra. Your left-hand slides under her skirt and cups the cheek of her ass. She isn’t wearing any knickers either. You run your fingers through her slit, its fluffy and damp with arousal.

“No underwear?”

“It would only get in the way. You don’t know how hard it was me to go through your lesson, sir. All I’ve thinking about since Thursday is now. All I’ve dreamed about, all I’ve wanted, is this.”

Her hand reaches down to cup your swollen penis through your trousers. It responds to her feel.

You could take her. You’re taking her now. But not here. It is possible to see into your dining room from the street. Not easy. There’s a bush in the way. But even snogging your student in the dining room is a risk. You can’t go further here.

“Bedroom, now.”

She leaps to her feet. She’s so quick she pulls you from the chair. Her hand in your hand she runs into the hall. You have to guide her up the stairs. On the landing you steer her to your bedroom. You stumble eagerly after her, the impediment of your boner the only thing holding you back.

In the bedroom she pauses to assess the room; the bed, especially its size, the door to the ensuite. Then you spin her and she uses the spin to drape herself over you, her lips against your lips, her hands roaming your back, your ass, your flies. She unbuckles your trousers, pushes them and your pants aside, and her hand strokes the hot, hard flesh of your cock. She gasps her desire into your mouth.

Then she pulls away and slides down your body, her hands catching your trousers as she slides down. She squats before your cock and worships it. Worships it, first with kisses, then with licks, then with utter adoration, sliding it into her mouth, taking as much as she can into her throat.

You pull off your jumper, your t-shirt. You lift one leg and then the other to step out of your trousers and underpants. All the time she gobbles your cock, taking its head but little else between her lips. You want more. You need more.

You run your fingers through her long, golden-red hair and place your palms against her scalp. Then you take control. You hold her head still. You thrust with your hips. And she’s gagging and she’s spluttering as your cock slides in and out of her mouth. Spittle bubbles at her lips. You pull off.

“Can’t have you staining your top. Take it off.”

She pulls the jumper over her head, releasing her breasts to the world. They are round, and heavy and gorgeous. You can’t help but reach out and fondle them. Her flesh is warm and soft. Her nipples are small and hard. When you tweak one she gasps in pain and desire.

Then you’re back, driving your shaft into her mouth, only her inexperience holding you back. You go deeper than she’s clearly gone before. You go harder. Spittle dribbles down her chin. It drips onto her chest. The desire that dominates her eyes is tempered by a spot of pain and fear. At that you pull away.

“On the bed now.”

She leaps onto the bed. Slides onto her back, and lifts up her skirt to reveal her pink, swollen, bare slit. You don’t need to feel it to know that she’s ready and eager. You can smell it. You can see it. But you probe her folds with your fingers anyway. You push one finger inside her. She’s hot and wet. She moans, but she doesn’t want a finger inside her.

“Time for you to pay for next week’s lesson.”

And you give her what she wants. The feeling of her pussy on your shaft is exactly how you remember it; hot and wet and tight, utter heaven. And the light moan she gives you tells you she feels exactly the same way. A couple of thrusts and you’re buried fully inside her. There you pause, looking down on her. She lying there naked, her breasts wobbling with each breath, her skirt hitched around her hips, her legs splayed either side of you, your dick impossible to see, fully embedded inside her.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this why you came over today? You didn’t want a lesson. You just wanted me to fuck you again.”

“Yes. Yes, sir. It’s all I wanted. It’s all I want.”

“Good, because this is what I wanted as well.”

And you commence thrusting. In and out. All the way out. All the way in. And you close your eyes because if you look at her naked body, at the way her breasts bounce with each thrust, the way her eyes roll-up in pleasure, the way her hands grip the mattress in bliss, will shorten the moment, and all you want to do is be buried inside her forever, for as long as possible. You’d never felt this much pleasure from sex before you put on the armbands. You never knew this much pleasure was possible. Now that you do, you want it to last.

Her frantic, breathy moans spur you on. They are erotic and they are stimulating, and they fill your imagination with the scene before you. You open your eyes and the scene is more wonderful than you imagined. The real Brianna is more beautiful than the one you concocted in your mind. The pleasure is written all over her body. Each thrust of your hips just heightens her joy.

And then her orgasm strikes. Her moans descend into guttural nonsense. Her fists are white with the effort of holding on to the bed sheet. Her flat stomach quivers and quakes with her pleasure. The muscles of her pussy ripple around your shaft.

You can’t take it anymore. You shoot your load inside her. Her body accepts it as if your seed was the only thing it ever needed.