Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

The way he touched her was unlike anything shed experienced. It was precise, and with control in a way that she hungered for. He seemed to appreciate every inch of her soft, supple skin. As he drew back in toward her, Ava couldnt help the the way her body responded so willingly to his touch. The moment his warm, firm grasp slid around her waist, she beckoned in toward him. A soft, desperate sigh escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his breath and lips across the delicate exposed skin of her neck. The words he used mirrored her own feelings this was not a time she wished to be interrupted. Now that she finally had what she so craved, anyone daring to ruin that would suffer a great deal. Ava thrived on every touch, she could feel her body crying out for more, the way her slick fluid began to coat her walls. There was even a dull ache of need rising within her abdomen. I want that, Her voice complied softly as she felt his firm, powerful grasp compressed the rump of her rear. Soft groans escaped her lips as his hand trailed upward. Ava could already feel the shift of movement of the lace concealing her soft mounds, but she was far too distracted with the reaction she coaxed from within him with a simple caress of the bulge in his pants. The sound alone caused a dire need inside of her she wanted so much more. It was hard to keep herself from demanding that he should rip off his pants. A playful chuckle escaped her lips, so he was considering bending her over the table? It seems that his plan had far more to consider than simply bending her over. As his hands took over her curves, the female listened intently as he drew in, their cheeks brushing against one another as his voice ebbed into her mind, the warmth of his breath caressing her ear. Despite the soft tone of his command, Ava could tell that he was being anything but playful. It wasnt a request it was a command. The blonde never expected him to be this way, as such, but she couldnt deny the warmth it sent through her body. Maybe that was one of the reasons shed been futile to deny the erotic attraction she had to him he was her superior in many ways. Slowly, she began to ease down to her knees, her heels tilted up as she angled her body into a more comfortable position. The size of his bulge was impressive, and slightly daunting. It was almost as if she was going through an exam all over again. Large, thick black lashes swept up as she assessed his full physique. The female edged closer on her knees as she shed the lace concealing her supple, full mounds. The pink flesh of her nipples began to harden from the cool air that caressed them. Despite their size, they remained perky, easily rising and falling with her breath. Finally, her hands began to rub along his abdomen, her fingers slipping over every etch of muscle. A groan of pure adoration slipped from her red tinted lips as she began to tug down his pants with a near enough desperate manner. Once shed freed the length, she almost sat back in awe. The powerful, throbbing piece of flesh looked like a dangerous challenge, but she was more than happy to oblige. As she leaned in, her lips circled around his tip, softly taunting him as her tongue lashed over the sensitive flesh before she began to force him further into her mouth and eventually down into her throat. Soft, feminine moans ebbed from her as she began to thrust him deeper, the tight confines of her throat caressing and moistening his length as she continued. One hand slipped down along his thighs, gripping at the muscled flesh, her nails daring to sink down against his skin no doubt leaving traces of red where theyd been. Her other hand dipped down to caress his shaft for a few strokes before sinking to caress the sensitive sack beneath. Her wide hued gaze turned up toward him as she continued, her warm grasp on his leg began to rise, seeking to touch every inch of his abdomen, even reaching up toward his chest as she thrust him roughly into her throat. An almost wicked like grin began to cover her lips as she leaned back, lapping against his length to slicken him further. How am I doing, sir? Her tone was obviously playful, but it held a certain darkness to it.