Chapter 10: Lisa – Part 2 (R18)

Lisa lifted her hips and he lowered her, following his path with a trail of tiny kisses down to her toes. She laughed and felt his smile against her foot. She took off her bra herself and was delighted with the way his eyes were fascinated by her breasts. She fluttered under his gaze and shivered as the heat spread across her skin from head to toe.

He knelt down on the bed again and put his mouth to her chest. She arched her back as his tongue stroked her nipple and his lips nibbled lightly.

"Yes, yes," Lisa muttered.

She caressed his back and his shoulders and her fingers dug into his flesh as he pinched her other nipple with his fingers. She gasped and arched her body again, wanting more, so much more. It wasn't enough for her, but at the same time, it was a lot. It wasn't just physical pleasure, it was knowing it was Max Smith, her student, who was doing these things to her. The man who was sexy as sin, and who could have any woman he wanted, but chose her.

Blood throbbed in her veins. She took her hand down between their bodies and found his cock. He released her nipple and sucked in air between his teeth. she enjoyed the feel of him in her hand, his soft peaks, and his damp head. She curled her fingers around the shaft and enjoyed hearing him moan. He pressed his forehead to hers and breathed heavily as if he was trying to control himself.

But she didn't want him to have self-control. She wanted him to get lost and reveal the Max Smith he never let anyone see. She snaked one hand down his back and used the other to guide his cock to her opening.

He walked away. "Not yet." He moved down from her body and gently spread her legs. She was exposed to him, vulnerable, and she'd never felt more beautiful. How could she not feel that way when he looked at her like I was a precious and rare gem?

A distant voice questioned if he had ever had sex with another woman and looked at them like that when he had them in bed, but she refused to hear that voice. She wouldn't let anything spoil tonight. Tomorrow would be the time for reflection and concerns, today was just pleasure.

The first lick made her blood explode. The second made her crumple the bedspreads. The third left her breathless. She squinted her eyes and left her eyes closed, everything tight, squished, like a bomb inside her. Somehow he managed it. Every time she thought she was close to coming and he was going to rest he kept going until she screamed at him not to stop, afraid he'd just stop and leave her in a tense mess.

But he didn't stop. He made love to her slowly, carefully, lovingly. He took her to the extreme and then gently brought her back, before once again pushing her over the edge. Every time she thought it was over, he proved to her otherwise. Until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please Maxx. Now. Now!" That guttural voice wasn't hers. It couldn't be her begging him. She never begged anyone for anything.

But it was her and she didn't care. She could beg him on her knees if only he would let her come.

'Finally, finally,' he took her to the extreme and let her come. She flew.

Everything inside her was revealed. Warm waves rolled over her, through her, releasing her.

"Maxx!" She cried, holding his head in her hands. She hugged him before her orgasm had a chance to completely escape.

He opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a small silver package. He tore it open with his teeth and put the condom on, then he entered her. All the way.

Suddenly he stopped and said. "God, Lisa. You're…hot."

She thought it sounded great the way he said it in his rough, sexy voice. She wanted to be everything to him.

She let that thought go and lifted her legs to accommodate his length. She curled around his waist, tucking her ankles into his back and rocking him. He picked up the pace and bent to kiss her. She proved herself and didn't care.

He rocked her faster, his sigh coming faster until he began to move her hips on the mattress with each thrust. He held her in his arms and she was wrapped around him, trapped against his rigid body. It meant she could feel his orgasm building inside her.

His muscles quivered and he squirmed, his back was drenched in sweat and his powerful thighs were tense.

With a low primal growl, he lunged forward and caught her as he came.

He lay with half his body on top of hers as his orgasm dissolved.

He rolled to the side and took off the condom, then turned her around. She stretched out against his body and he wrapped his arm around hers. They kissed softly, sweetly, and he brushed her hair off her forehead and looked at her with soft eyes, stripped of any arrogance.

Finally, she felt like she was seeing the real Max Smith. As if he was letting her get to know him.

She touched the corner of his mouth with her thumb, where an uncertain smile had his dwelling. It grew under her attention.

He smiled and she had to hug him. She kissed him and they rolled together on the bed, their arms and legs entwined. They snuggled together again, her head on his shoulder. His heartbeat matched hers, slower now but still a little unsteady. She wanted to talk to him, ask him questions, get to know him a little more now that the ice had been broken.

But she didn't want to break the peace that had descended on them. A peace she didn't want to end.

He yawned and kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep, Lisa."

She heard him breathing slowly until his breathing deepened, signaling he was asleep. She remained cradled in his arms, more sated than she'd felt in a long time. However, she was not happy.

How could she be content when she had done what she promised not to do? 'I had sex with my student... and I fell in love with him.'