Squirmy

Squirmy

The order hung thickly in the air and Yaren forgot how to breathe completely. He was looking at her with those darkness eyes of his, the ones that gave nothing away but the intensity he'd carried yesterday.

She pushed out of the leather armchair and rose to her unsteady feet. She maked her way around his desk slowly, nervously, and her body continued to tremble visibly. Her gaze was locked on the floor, she couldn't bring herself to look at him, but she knew he was watching her, she could feel his burning gaze following her every step.

She stopped walking when she got close to him, close enough for the fragrance of his cologne to fill her nostrils and make her lightheaded. He reached out and took her hand, his cool fingers wrapped around her heated ones, and the the contact grounded her immediately. He guided her to sit astride his lap carefully.

The sensation of sitting on him once again was a jolt. She was suddenly elevated; face-to-face with him, the most shocking sensation was the iron-hard ridge of his hard bulge pressing against her pussy through the layers of fabric. She bit her lips to hold back the moan that threatened to leave her.

His arms went around her waist slowly, gently, and his touch was surprisingly calming. He began to run his hand soothingly along her back, he rubbed a comforting sweep from her shoulders to her waist before he leaned in, his lips found the sensitive skin right behind her ear.

"Breathe," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Calm down. You don't have to be so tense around me."

He seemed to spread warmth through her by just holding her like this, by rubbing her back gently and massaging her waist, it was almost addicting. But the door wasn't locked and the logical part of her mind screamed that she should be terrified, but there was something comforting about being in his arms like this.

She felt protected, she felt calmer, and everything else seemed to fade away. She took a deep, shuddering breath, then another. The knots in her chest began to loosen slowly but surely.

"Good." His voice as lower now, deeper. Something about it made her more aware of the physical reality, it made her more aware of the hard bulge beneath her which seemed to swell and harden more and more. She felt the ache of desire begin to spread in the pit of her stomach down to the area between her thighs till she started to become wet.

She wanted it inside her. The thought surprised her, but her body knew what it wanted and she was sure it wanted to be filled up and claimed completely. She was ashamed of this reality but she could help it, her body hadn't been the same since the first time he touched her in his car, and right now, there was no shame, just a raw need.

He must have felt the slight, involuntary shift of her weight, the subtle movement of her hips as she squirmed restlessly against his bulge because a faint smirk curved his lips as his eyes darkened even more.

"Do you feel that, Yaren?" he asked her.

She nodded slowly. But he shook his head, rejecting her nonverbal response.

"Tell me."

She forced her voice out now. "I do."

"Does it scare you?" He asked.

Did it scare her? She wasn't sure it did. But then, she hadn't seen it and she didn't know how she would react to it. But still, she shook her head.

"No, professor."

He moved his hand from her back and reached down to gently take her own trembling hand. He brought it down, placing it firmly against his crotch, her breath faltered and the calming rhythm she'd once just a moment ago was lost.

"Feel how much I want you," he ordered. He guided her hand to rub and massage it slowly, and she felt it twitch beneath her touch.

Yaren was trembling even more now, and her body was screaming for more her body was screaming to be touched. Her fingers tentatively tightened, and she began to move her hand with him.

The response from his body was immediate. He let out a low, involuntary hiss of air between his teeth, and his hips shifted slightly beneath her, angling his bulge against her pussy even more. It was overwhelming.

She was getting very wet quickly. The slickness was now noticeable, it soaked into the thin fabric of her panties and her skirt till it began to wet the fabric of his trouser. She couldn't help how much she was squirming now, she couldn't suppress the raw need within.

He noticed, and his hold on her waist tightened as he pressed her more firmly against his hardness till she couldn't hold back her moan. He let her squirm against him for a moment longer till she was whimpering and breathing raggedly.

His gaze remained fixed on her face and her eyes begged him since she her words had failed her, she was so aroused, she needed something. And just as she was about to move her hips again, he stopped her by grasping her hips firmly.

"Professor." She whimpered breathlessly. She was almost crying. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the intense longing, the pain.

"Shhh," he hushed her softly though the sudden withdrawal was a sharp shock for her, it felt like a bucket of hail had been dumped on her. He held her eyes and he saw the tears glistening in their depths, his breathing was heavily and slowly, a proof that this was affecting him just as much as it was affect her. "Get off and lock the door."

Her legs felt like jelly and Yaren wasn't sure she could walk properly, but the fact that she knew what locking the door meant motivated her to try. She slid down carefully and began making her way over to the door.