Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

Under the hypnotic trance of the females presence, more her invigorating eyes than anything else, Niklaus grew ever bolder. His fingertips danced along the soft material of her dress, often so in a lecherous dancing mood wriggling, caressing, even a bit of squeezing at her sides to induce a reaction while he presented her with an array of dishes spread neatly on the table. There was much for dinner that he had prepared, and expressed, but the way he looked at her, his only plans seemed to devour her and keep the nutritional intake for a later time. Although, he suppressed that urge to consume poker face-like forced smile, waiting for her response. Courses I am offering? repeated the professor, a bit confused with that statement when he had already listed the items on the menu. Unless The blonde was catching the drift that the female hinted towards just enough, but before he could investigate the matter, her subsequent response and actions landed as a hammer of proof there was no need to divulge into a tiresome investigation, when the evidence comes walking in onto your hands. He didnt resist her movements he could never. The single hold of his arms around her waist now turn to a duo of gripping limbs when she turned his way, pressing herself ravishingly again his form. Her luscious lips soon met with his own, unsure of how to react at that particular instance, simply standing still dazed, but amazed. A silent moan of appreciation was beseeched from within, a smirk soon plastered on his visage when her working pair retreat from the strong appeal of his skin. Her taunting remark about her lingerie, reminiscing him of his comment on the same from earlier left Niklaus in a state of greed, consequently forcing a rejoinder out of him. Do you think Id ever be able to say no to that kind of inspection? It was a rhetoric response, one palm continued to measure the curve of her that remained sandwiched between the small of her back and her inviting derriere, while the other began migrating upward in search of that zipper thatd enable him the power of disrobing the lass. The focus of their passion wasnt raw enough yet, the concentration easily broken by the chime of her device he hadnt had the chance to look at the new phone shed have bought after smashing the last one against the concrete of his office walls. Niklaus barely managed a nod, still too enraged at the moment breakage by the notification gadgets were indeed the worst. Whos to say I am not? quipped the male regaining composure being a recipient of her words glazed in seduction, cocking a brow to suggestively insinuate towards the darker shades of eroticism that often times silently bubbled within him. He hadnt made his intentions spoken clearly yet, but indirect methodology in terms of wordplay being employed in a swift manner. He was good at this teasing, rousing and keeping his partners on their toes at all times. This time, when he was sure she looked upon him with expectant gaze, the fingers that set off in search of that slider had finally found the one supporting the vexatious of clothing on the female at that point, sliding and pulling it down in order to loosen the attire, simultaneously vocalizing his thoughts. Didnt I ask you the question first, Ava? He countered, disregarding the usage of the more informal name address she had used the palm that settled just above her rear now dipped down, and cupped that plump flesh, enabling a hard squeeze on the same, followed by a tight slap on the clothed expanse. You! barked Niklaus as a response to her inquiry, as if it were blatantly obvious, the raucous verse of his coming after the tight slap of her well-endowed derriere. The stronghold of the chain that held her dress together on her body had been successfully overcome by then. But, since youre the guest in my house, Id have you eat what you like first. He added, thrusting his crotch against hers notifying her of the stimulating state of the meat between his legs who she had managed to awaken. You want that , dont you? Niklaus whispered, lips barely a millimeter away from her own, curtailing the gap between those needy pairs soon enough, rapacious and greedy movements of which continue to mesh and nibble at her lips, either palms now establishing a stronghold on her ass sweeping her away from the table, and towards his bedroom, never leaving the magnetic embrace of her lips, molding together and displaying signs of simple carnal need. The professor and the student were there no more it was just the predator and the prey, and the predator had the advantage of the territory.