A Different Kind of Guidance (closed for desperado1089)

Clair slowly lifted her head and looked at him. She was just a little unclear about his meaning. As soon as his cock plopped out of her mouth she scooted up until she sat on him. His length rubbed against her core and made her want to keep doing it until she melted. Her arms slipped around is neck. Leaning in, she whispered in his ear with a slight frown.

“What did you mean exactly?”

All the while she was rubbing herself, especially her clit, against him
 
"I mean, that if you kept doing that, I would have cum in your mouth." The way she ground on him was exquisite and made him groan and squirm in delight. "Is that something you think you can handle?" He found himself torn, on one hand he wanted her to say yes and go back to blowing him, but on the other, there were so many other ways they could get off, this being one of them.
 
Clair’s mouth formed an “O” as her eyes widened. There was a part of her that wanted to go back and feast on his cock and yet another part of her that wanted to watch him fuck her until they came and watch as the evidence of his pleasure slowly leaked out of her body. She had to admit to herself that the thought of it was hot. So hot.

Clair leaned in, pressing herself against him and rubbed. His length slipped across her clit repeatedly, Her hard nipples pressed against his chest as her lips trailed up the column of his neck and gently bit on the lobe of his ear before her heated breath whispered into it again.

“I want it all, Stephen. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to rub your pleasure into my skin as you cum between my breasts even, but right now? I desperately want you in my pussy again. “

Clair didn’t know what to think of this side of her personality. She certainly wasn’t the sweet, good little Catholic girl now, was she?
 
"I am loving this new side of you," Stephen growled, his lips nibbling at Clair's earlobe the same way she nipped at his. "We can do those other things later, right now I want...no, I need to be inside you. Right. Now." He rose up with his hips to grind her back, his hands gripping her ass as he humped her as good as she was humping him.
 
She was about to get bolder. She reached between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his cock and guided the tip to her core opening. Clair couldn’t wait any longer and slid him inside of her. What in blazes had gotten into her? Why was she being so… so… wanton? It was like Stephen had uncorked something inside of her.

Clair started rocking against him and mewed. He felt so good! It made her wonder why she had waited so long to have sex. Then again, she probably wouldn’t have appreciated it while in high school if she had even found someone willing to have sex with her.

“I need more, Stephen… Please.”

Her voice was urgent. Her body moved on his frantically. Her forehead pressed against his.
 
"Then take it. It's yours, whenever, wherever. Embrace this side of yours that you were denied. Let me shatter you, and put you back together again, my dear sweet horny little church girl." Stephen grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wide as he began to fuck her back, occasionally nipping her ears when he could get the right angle.
 
She couldn’t deny it. When she was around him, she was horny as hell. She moaned every single time the head of his cock hit a certain place deep inside of her. At first, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Well. She knew how to fuck. Now. Under his tutelage. It was just that she didn’t know the exact way to go about it. However, Stephen wasn’t afraid to show her as he grabbed her ass cheeks and hauled her up and down his rigid cock. Clair was a quick study. Her hips rose and fell on him.

Her lips found his jawline, nibbling along it. She felt the heat brew up from her core and spread outward. Her nerves were firing off as well. It felt like lightning coursing through her veins. Her body kept urging her to ride him faster. Harder. Her body grew tense and then moreso with each thrust of his hips.

It happened so suddenly. She saw white light from behind her closed eyes. Clair drew in a sharp breath and held it, unable to breathe or do anything else as her body started to quake. Her hands pressed down in his shoulders as if she were using him for an anchor as her world, as she knew it, imploded as she shattered on his cock.
 
"Yeeeees, that's it, Clair. Own your fucking pleasure. I love how you feel when you cum all over my cock." Despite the positively divine way she squeezed his shaft when she came, this time he did not follow her over that sweet cliff of ecstasy. He did, however, hold her so that she was as far down his cock as possible, which tested his control like none other. Yet he emerged victorious in the end.

"Shh, take a moment my dear," he said, stroking her back tenderly, his hands having abandoned their posts on her ass for the time being. "When you are ready to continue, let me know how you would like to receive my seed." In the meantime, he continued to hold her, soothe her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
 
His words calmed her and she felt her heartbeat slow just a bit. Her lips nestled against his ear and his words made her smile. After a moment or so, she finally lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes.

“Where would you like to put it, Stephen? I think we have more than enough time to do anything we want tonight.”
 
"You raise a good point. Get on all fours," he ordered, caressing down her ribcage before delivering a light spank to her ass. "I wanna fill your pussy in doggy-style."
 
His hand drifting over her ribcage almost made her forget what she was suppose to do, but that swift swat to her ass, made her remember as she quickly shifted to her hands and knees on the bed. Well this is different, she thought to herself. His words were still ringing in her ears and they made her twitch between her thighs as she waited for him to position himself. After everything they had already done together, she was anxious to find out how this felt. How was his cock going to feel inside her from this way? How deep could he go? The angle would be different, she supposed.
 
When Clair got into position, it was one of the most beautiful and erotic things he had ever seen. He couldn't help but sit there and admire the view for a few moments before he scrambled to his knees.

Shuffling across the bed, his cock pointed straight towards her pussy like a divining rod. Their mutual slickness made the entry as smooth as it was pleasurable, and he wasted no time in proceeding to drive himself into her over and over again.
 
Clair wasn’t sure what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t the depth Stephen’s cock reached inside her. Because they were both so turned on, his penis slid into her with no complications at all. Her hands gripped the sheet in her fingers, crumbling it. Her head bowed toward the mattress as she pushed her hips back at him. Her walls tightened around him every time he thrust inward. His name left her lips in a sound of desperation.

This might be her favorite position so far. With each thrust forward, Clair ground her hips back against him, feeling him touch the back of her tunnel. Her hungry, throbbing tunnel.
 
How Stephen wished that he could just breed her, she was in such a primal, erotic position for it. Instead of giving voice to these desires, however, he pulled out for a moment, then got his feet under him and positioned himself slightly above her, his feet planted as far apart as they could go and his knees bent at a ninety degree angle. He said his cock back inside and his full, heavy balls rested against her clit, the angle pointing him slightly downward. "You ready for me to fill you with my warm, potent seed?", he asked, stirring her insides with his throbbing cock by rotating his hips but not fucking her until she responded like a good girl.
 
Stephen changed his position. Clair took a sharp inhale of breath. She glanced over her shoulder and found him standing or maybe crouching over her lower body. her hips bucked as he slid back inside her. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit. Her fingers on the sheet below her was crumpled into a ball between her fingers.

"You ready for me to fill you with my warm, potent seed?"

His words excited her. Her whole body, from her head to her toes, tingled. She felt his cock buried deep inside her, moving. The muscles in her tunnel grabbed at him, tightening. Clair lifted her head and looked over her shoulder again and gulped. She ground her hips back against his lower abdomen as if she couldn’t help herself. She wet her suddenly dry lips with her tongue.

“Yes, please. I’m…I’m ready,” she admitted with a groan.
 
Stephen wasted no more time. As soon as the words spilled from her lips, he started to fuck her from this new, different position, his cock driving into her from a new, delicious angle. Faster and faster he went as he got used to using the muscles he needed and the way she felt around his cock.

Soon enough, his balls began to tighten and his cock swelled, his climax getting close. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"
 
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

His low voice was steeped in heated hunger and it fed something within her. She pressed back against him and ground against him when he hit rock bottom. There, she felt a twinge of pain, but it was good. So good. It added to her pleasure. She wanted Stephen to cum inside her, filling her.

Their movements became frenzied as they each chased their pleasure.

“Uh… uh.. Stephen… oh god… “

Her pussy squeezed around his throbbing cock, milking it. She could feel the flow of her own need and desire start to streak from her toes up through her spine until she was engulfed in nothing more than white lightning. Her body went rigid, but her core muscles continued to tighten and ripple, more strongly now as her orgasm hit her. Her nipples ached and were drawn into tight buds that could have cut glass. Her whole body spasmed around him as she came. She wanted. She needed. Him.
 
His own climax hit like a runaway freight train. There was plenty of cum for her delightfully clenching cunt to milk from him, and he gave her every drop, his cock hilted within her the entire time.

To watch her come undone, to watch her exquisite climax, was perfection made flesh. At no point in his life had he felt so good, so powerful, so  manly, as he does in these moments. And he knew, in his heart, that it would not be so wonderful if he did not feel a connection, a deep affection for this amazing young woman. He clutched her close as he lifted her upper half from the bed, supporting her weight as they both knelt there, suspended in their mutual aftermath. He wanted to say something, three beautiful little words, but he wasn't sure if it was the right time, or if it was the post-orgasm endorphins.
 
Slowly she came down from that high. Stephen lifted her up and hugged her back against him, still buried deep in her body. Small tremors still wracked her body as she relaxed back against him. Her head fell back on his shoulder. Lazily, she stretched up to plant a kiss on his jaw with a deep sigh. She simply had no words.

"Stephen," she spoke on a breathless whisper, " that was... that was..."

Her forehead bumped against his jawline and stayed there.
 
"Transcendent? Perfect? Divine?" Stephen had a few words, but his heart was racing, aching to say the words he really wanted to say. "Clair?", he murmured, "do you believe in fate? Like, love at first sight, destiny, and all that?" He rested his chin atop her head, marveling at how perfectly they fit against each other. Like two puzzle pieces.

To get them into a more comfortable position, he got her legs out from under her and with a little work he managed to get them seated without pulling out, both of their legs outstretched but with hers inside of his own.
 
Clair raised her eyes to his as she considered his question. The church teaches there is no such thing as in Fate. God was responsible, but who decided the truth of the matter. The small silver cross that hung between her breasts made her feel guilty for her thoughts, but only momentarily. Her mind, her soul, her consciousness, was expanding beyond what she had been taught. She wanted more than to embrace it. She smiled at him.

“I’m not sure if I believe in love at first sight. I think that love is something that grows in strength as two people get to know each other. I do believe in first attraction. Destiny, I think, remains to m\be seen,” she laughed softly, “why do you ask?”
 
"Because I am falling for you. Fast. Hard. Completely. I can already say with complete confidence that I love you." Stephen tilted his head forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I hope that that doesn't make your decision any more difficult," he said, his voice holding a small note of regret at the possibility he might have complicated matters.
 
“Are you sure it isn’t because you’re my first, Stephen?”

She gave a little shake of her head and went on.

“I don’t know if I love you yet. I hope that’s ok. I still don’t know much about you, but I’d like to.”

She loved his strength. She loved how defended people who he thought needed it. Their attraction to one another was off the charts. There was one other little matter that bothered her. He was her professor. She didn’t want to get him into trouble and she certainly wasn’t ready to give him up.
 
"I won't be your professor forever," Stephen said, almost as if he could read her thoughts. "So unless something crazy happens between now and the end of the semester, we should be good on that front. As for the rest, that is understandable. Now, should we get cleaned up and ready for bed?" He clutched her to him and scooted to the edge of the bed, preparing to stand up in a moment.
 
He was right. He wouldn’t be her professor beyond this semester so that would make it a little easier for them. She was still stunned by his proclamation. When he mentioned getting cleaned up she became aware of them again. She could feel his seed slipping down and out of her, coating the inside of her thighs. Sleep sounded good, even though somewhere in the back of her mind she knew there was something she still had to do, but Stephen had made her forget about whatever that might have been. Every muscle in her body was relaxed and all she wanted to do was sleep.

An alarm went off somewhere, startling her awake. Bolting upright she wondered where she was for just a moment and then realization seeped in. She was in Stephen’s apartment, in his bed. Classes. She had classes today. The small silver cross around her neck swung violently back and forth as she scrambled out of bed, reaching for her overnight bag.
 
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