Scarlet Chains (Student X Professor Affair)

Our clothes fell to the floor one by one as our kisses grew hungrier and wilder. I completely lost myself, surrendering him the freedom to do as he pleased. He grasped my waist once more, firm but gentle, as if handling a fragile piece of shattered glass. He pinned me against the wall, his lips trailing down my neck, pressing kisses along the curve of my shoulder.

He swept me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style, and laid me gently on the bed. I let myself sink into the soft mattress, and there I saw his perfect, muscular body more clearly than before. He climbed on top of me, pinning my hands against the headboard. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressed against my thigh.

“You’re as great as the first time I tasted you, Eris…” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

He unhooked my bra as his tongue traced a slow path downward until it reached my breasts. His hands began to caress me gently while the other traveled lower to my waist.

“You’re so damn fucking hot, baby,” he murmured huskily before kissing my neck again. He paused to lick the sensitive skin, the sensation so intense that I couldn’t help but claw at him, powerless to pull my hands away.

It was as if I gave him permission to pleasure me that way, and he rewarded himself with a wide, satisfied grin.

I rolled my eyes, and by some chance, my gaze fell directly between the waistband of his boxers. I swallowed hard at the clear outline of his still-hard length inside. I heard his soft chuckle and quickly turned my eyes elsewhere.

“Shock, huh?” I could hear the grin in his voice.

He settled on top of me again, and I felt his hardness pressing deeper against me, igniting a fire that made me moan softly as he moved faster, stroking the core of my womanhood.

He cupped my breasts firmly while his tongue traveled downward, exploring my body. I gasped in surprise when I felt his tongue swirling around my navel. Unable to resist any longer, he tugged my cycling shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them aside carelessly.

“Damn you. I want to taste every inch of you right now,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers only to bring them to his lips. He licked them like savoring ice cream, eyes locked on mine, filled with lust.

“You taste so sweet, but I want more, baby.”

He pulled me to the corner of the bed, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between my thighs. Only restrained moans escaped as I felt his lips brush against my most intimate place.

I grabbed the pillow beside me and pressed it firmly against my face, biting down hard to stifle the sounds that threatened to break free every time his tongue stroked me. I was losing myself in the sensations—he was trying