A Different Kind of Guidance (closed for desperado1089)

[desperado1089]

Stephen was already awake, on the floor nearby but not in the way, doing push-ups. Completely naked. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Slow down, I actually set an alarm on my phone to sound like yours, but for an hour earlier, in case you wanted the extra time together. I apologize if that was out of line and you can feel free to go back to bed if you like." He sat up into a lotus position, looking contrite.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Ack!” Her hand flew to her chest as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. She blinked at him, then rubbed her eyes.

“That’s okay. It’s all good. I thought I was going to be late for class. What are you doing down there and how long have you been awake?”

 

[desperado1089]

"Just a bit of a morning workout, and I've only been up for about fifteen minutes. Do you wanna take advantage of the extra time? If so, how?" Stephen joined Clair on the bed, his workout forgotten, his nude form moving gracefully as he did so.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair was so vividly aware of Stephen, especially since he was nude and all kinds of wicked thoughts came to the forefront of her imagination, but as much as she would have liked to indulge them, she had his paper to write yet.

“You are so tempting, Stephen. There’s so many things I’ve only just read about that I would like to experiment with you, however… I still have that paper to write for your class yet on top of all the other papers I have yet to write. I need to make a start somewhere."

But just the thought of spending more time with him was so tempting. Heaven only knew how much time they had coming to them. Her eyes take in everything visible about his body and she knew, she wanted him all over again.

"What would you like to do?"

 

[desperado1089]

"You," Stephen replied simply, the simmering heat in his gaze unmistakable even to Clair's relatively inexperienced eyes. "But, you mentioned all these things you read about. Out of all of them, and excluding what we have already done, what would you like to try next?" As he waited for her answer, his eyes traveled up and down her still-nude form, and even the way he sat on the bed didn't conceal how hard he got just by looking at her as naked as the day she was born...as God had made her. As naked as Eve was before partaking of the apple. It seemed that things were happening in reverse: the knowledge that he has imparted upon her, both formally and informally, has resulted in her wearing less clothes around him, not more.

Funny, that.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

You, he had stated, quietly clearly. It made her womb tighten, her core throb. He wanted to know what else she wanted to discover. Something they hadn’t done yet. Her eyes sought his as she gave it thought. Then her eyes slipped down his body, to his cock. Her tongue wet her suddenly dry lips before she spoke, hesitantly at first.

“I’ve read that two people can have sex sitting up and facing each other and that the depth of his cock inside is quite something else again.”

Her eyes found his again.

“Is that truth or myth?”

 

[desperado1089]

"Hmm. I am your professor," Stephen stated with a teasing smirk on his lips. "I am not going to give you the answer," he went on, unfolding his legs and scooting back against the headboard while cushioning his back with a pillow. "I do, however, believe this would be a perfect opportunity for you to find out the answer for yourself. Are you ready for that, or would you like my help in making sure?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting back on her heels Clair could feel her lips twitch in response. Damn him. Did he have to look so sexy? Slowly she approached him, straddling his thighs. She could feel his hard length pressing and throbbing against her core. Setting her hands on the tops of his shoulders, she lifted her hips until she felt the very tip of him press against her wetness then she slowly lowered herself down on him. Her breath caught as she felt him stretch and fill her again. Then came the tricker part, shifting her legs until they were wrapped around his hips.

“Oh… my… lanta…” she softly breathed as she felt him spear deeper into her body, touching places she didn’t know were even there.

 

[desperado1089]

"So," Stephen said, drawing out the word, his face impassive through the entire thing, even though his body, particularly his cock, was on fire. It felt as damn good for him as it did for her, and despite staying silent to tease her, his cock, traitorous thing that it was, flexed and twitched to show how good it felt better than his words could. "Truth or myth, my dear?", he asked, with that same teasing smirk that could melt the polar ice caps.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It wasn’t only the depth his cock had obtained, it was the areas he was hitting as our hips undulated together. Once or twice she think the head of his cock rubbed against the opening of her cervix. The brief pain made her wince, but as his cock slid away from the area and seated itself as deeply as he could possibly go, rubbing against the back of her tunnel, her head fell back as she moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulder tops. Running her tongue over her dry lips, Clair’s eyes sought his. She playfully slapped his arm.

“No need to feel so proud of yourself,” she teased and then answered him as she lifted and fell back down on his hard length, time and time again.

“Definitely truth.”

There were other fantasies lodged deep in her mind, nothing she felt capable of sharing just yet. They were things she had read in romance novels and didn’t know if they were really a thing or not. They had time to explore, she hoped.

 

[desperado1089]

"Good," Stephen said as Clair rode him, finally letting out the moans he was holding back because God DAMN, it felt as good for him as it did for her. He gripped her pert ass and his fingertips would occasionally brush over her tight, forbidden backdoor as their grip changed with her movements. He abandoned that and just wrapped his arms around her, giving her space to move but looping them around her in a wide arc to make sure she knew who she belonged to.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

God how she loved feeling him bottom out inside her. His fingers brushed against her asshole and the feeling made her shiver, but just as soon as he touched her there, his touch was gone. It registered in her mind, however, their current state had her so wrapped up that it was soon forgotten. Her lips met the side of his neck as she not only breathed him in, but sank her teeth lightly into his skin. Trying very hard not to leave a mark on his flesh as he was a professor, her lips roamed down to his collarbone where the tip of her tongue teased him.

 

[desperado1089]

"Lower," he grunted, as if giving her permission to mark his chest in a way that isn't visible when he wears his typical uniform. "You like how deep I get, don't you? How fully I fill you, how I hit all your spots without even trying?" He once again gripped her ass and this time he intentionally sought out her tight backdoor, the way some of her cross-bearing peers might have attempted to circumvent purity pledges. His fingertip deliberately pressed against it, the motion of her riding him causing the finger to provide stimulation without Stephen actually having to do anything.