Teacher - Voyeur

Slowly, he lowered his body, his skin coming into contact with mine one inch at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. He thrust his hips, and we both groaned at the slow glide of his thick length through my folds. My sensitive clit shot electricity through me, and I clung to him, my nails already digging into his skin.

His eyes pinched shut, and he dropped his head. “Fuck, Hanna. Shit.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom,” he begrudgingly admitted.

“Oh,” I breathed.

“I didn’t plan on this happening, so I didn’t think I’d need one.”

His cock slid through my folds like he couldn’t help himself, and I didn’t want to lose this moment. I was ready. My body was ready. My mind was ready. “Umm, I’m on the pill,” I said softly. “And I’m clean. I got tested, but I underst—”

“Hey,” he said, pulling my eyes back to his. “I trust you. If you’re sure, I’m clean too. Hell, I’ve never had sex without one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been in a relationship to go without one.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“Hanna, I trust you.”

I swallowed any rebuttal, trusting him in return. If he had an issue, he’d tell me. “Okay.”

“God, baby. I want you.”

I expected him to pull back and start working himself inside. I tensed my thighs and braced for it, but this was Daniel, of course, he didn’t rush. He slid his length through my wet pussy, again and again, kissing up and down my neck to my mouth and down to my nipples. When I least expected it, he popped off my breast and pulled back enough to push the head of his cock against my opening, slowly sliding inside.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and my lids slid closed. The darkness for the first time all night, brushed my skin, sending a chill down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter with every inch he pushed in, and held my breath, holding the memories at bay. I would do this. I could do this.

I could freaking do this.

“Hanna, baby. Look at me.” Daniel stopped moving and brushed his thumb along my cheek. “Hanna. Open your eyes. Stay with me.”

Clinging to his gruff voice, I relaxed my fists and thighs, and slowly slid my eyes open. The depth of his stare tugged me the rest of the way free. “Daniel,” I whimpered.

“It’s just me. Stay with me.”

His hand slid into my hair, cradling my head, and the other moved to my hip, holding me steady as he worked himself the rest of the way in.

“Talk to me,” I pleaded, more because I wanted to hear his voice rather than needed to.

“God, Hanna. I don’t know if I trust myself to talk right now,” he groaned, grinding his hips to mine.

“I don’t care. I want to hear it. I want to hear you.”

I didn’t want this to be some encounter I remembered that got me through to the others. I wanted to remember this as the time Daniel made love to me, and I wanted him to be himself. Dirty words and all.

“What do you feel?”

He slid out and pushed back in. “Hot. Wet. Your pussy is so fucking tight, it’s all I feel.”

“You’re all I feel, too. Stretching me. It fe—it feels good.”

As if my dirty words were the scissors that frayed the leash he had on his control, his hips snapped back hard, pulling a cry from my lips.

“Does my cock feel good in your tight pussy?”

Rather than falling back into memories, I clung to him, held his stare, stayed in the present. My nipples pebbled tight and scraped his chest. “Yes. Fuck me, Daniel. Make me come.”

He pulled back until just the head rested at my opening. “Hold on, baby.”

And with that, his control snapped. He fucked me harder, stopping every once in a while to grind his hips to my clit, to suck my nipples, and whisper filthy things in my ear that did nothing but make me wetter. He made me listen to the slapping sounds of our flesh and admit how good I felt.

My nails dug into his back, and I clung to the reality he created—a reality I never wanted to lose. A reality that had me swirling and drowning in pleasure so deep I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. I hoisted my thighs over his hips and squeezed, flexing my feet, tightening every muscle just for them to snap, breaking free, floating away into bliss.

“Hanna. Hanna.” He chanted my name, thrusting ruthlessly, groaning his pleasure against my neck. A few more hard pushes until finally, he rested his full length inside me—stretching me to the max—emptying himself deep in my core.

“Fuck. Me.” On shaky arms, he lifted himself off but stayed buried deep, leaning down enough to drink from my lips. “You are fucking amazing.”