Heaven

Heaven
The sharp click of the lock reverberated in the thick silence of the office. Yaren turned around to face the professor once more, he was leaning back in his seat watching her with those darkness eyes that made her want to melt where she stood. Her heart hammered against her chest frantically as she made her way back to him.

Her legs still felt unsteady but she didn't care, she just needed to get back to him, that was all that mattered at the moment
He didn't say anything when she got to him, only offered his hand. She placed hers in his, and he once again guided her to sit astride his lap. The contact was familiar now, she had missed it in the short time she'd been away. Her pussy was already wet and thrumming, and as she sat and pressed it against his bulge, another jolt of pleasure struck her.

His hands settled on her hips to steady her trembling body. He leaned in, his gaze focused entirely on her mouth.

"Do you want me to touch you, Yaren?" he asked, his voice low.

She couldn't speak, her throat was too tight. But she nodded quickly, desperately. But the reprimanding looking in his eyes told her he didn't accept the silent answer.

She swallowed hard, forcing the words out.

"Yes, sir. I want you to touch me." She replied quietly, timidly. She was almost squeaking at this point.

A flicker of dark satisfaction crossed his eyes. Her breath faltered even more as he lifted a hand to touch the high collar of her blouse.

"Now," he ordered, his eyes never leaving hers, "Undo the buttons on your top. I want to see what you're wearing underneath."

What?! She'd never done that before.

Yes, her was blouse had been see-through, but that was different. It was so much more different from undoing her buttons herself to reveal herself to him. But still, her tremble and unsteady fingers moved instantly to the small buttons of her blouse.

She worked slowly, her breathing became shallow and quick, the lace-trimmed edges of her bra were exposed as she pulled the fabric apart. She revealed the simple black bra she's wearing completely, and the dark color against her pale skin was starkly sensual. It cuped her breasts beautifully.

He watched the entire process while his breathing deepened slightly. When she finished, his hand reached out, slipping under the bra's lower band, he pulled it down and the fabric underneath the swell of her breasts causing them to spill out, they were pale, soft, and totally exposed to his gaze.

Yaren gasped, she'd never been so exposed to anyone before. But her nipples were already tight and erect from the cold air and the raw anticipation.

His gaze remained fixed on her eyes as he gauged her reaction, checking to see if she still wanted this to go on before he reaches out and touched them for the first time, his hands closed around the full weight of her breasts. He didn't rush, his touch lingered as he let the warmth of his palms weep into her skin.

Then he began to massage them, working his hands over the delicate tissue, he increased his pressure slowly and she squirmed against him restlessly, all the while moaning quietly with ever flick on his thumbs against her nipples. He squeezed them, a firm, dominant action that made her gasp and whimper.

"They're lovely." He told her. "Have you shown them to anyone before?"

She shook her head immediately, and she watched his eyes darken even more.

"Good girl."

His touch shifted then, it became more intense as he isolated her nipples and began rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, before pinching and pulling them hard enough to make her cry out.

Yaren arched her back, her fingers clenched on the fabric of his dark blue shirt. The sharp pain was instantly drowned by the wave of pleasure it provoked. Her head fell back, and a helpless moan escaped her lips.

The professor didn't miss a thing; he watched her, gauged her reaction, his face betrayed nothing but pure focus. He saw the tremble in her arms, the widening of her eyes, the involuntary arch of her back. He knew, with absolute certainty, that she was enjoying everything he was doing to her.

He maintained the blissful torture on her nipples while issuing his next command. "Grind on my cock, Yaren. Show me how much you want this."

His hands left her breasts, moving back to her waist to anchor her. Yaren was eager to please him at this point, she was eager to show him how much she wanted this and everything else he was going to give. She began to move her hips slowly, tentatively at first, the friction instantly sent a shockwave through her. It felt so good and it had her moaning even more.

He didn't let her set the rhythm though, he grabed her waist and began guiding her movements, setting a slowly circular pattern that caused her breasts to sway and bounce with every move.

Yaren moans and whimpers as she continued to grind on him. Her panties was completely saturated now, and the moisture was leaving a dark, spreading stain on the expensive fabric of his pants.

His hands moved to cup her ass and she squeezed and massage her supple flesh before landing a light slap on one cheek. She gasped, causing more friction with her drenched pussy and his bulge. She was so restless at this point, she was almost losing her mind.

But then, he stopped the grinding suddenly, his hands returned to her hip and he gripped them firmly before his lips crashed onto hers in a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, it explored fiercely and entangled with hers, he sucked on it before lightly biting on her lips, causing her to wince. He broke the kiss only to travel down her neck, leaving a trail of wet, hot kiss. His mouth reached her exposed chest, then latched onto one of her breasts.

He didn't just suck; he bit and sucked on one to leave a hickey, a sensually painful claim that sent a shockwave directly to her core. It was the finally trigger for her.
A cry tore from her throat as her muscles seized up violently. Her body convulsed, she came hardly, and the waves and waves of raw pleasure drained her and left her weak. She crumbled against him, her head fell to his shoulder as she whimpered and breathed heavily.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably but he held her close, he wrapped his arms around her slack body and stroked her back gently to calm her.

"You did well," he whispered, the praise made her heart swell even through the exhaustion.

Yaren felt at ease like that, she was almost sleepy now. The professor began to comb his fingers through her hair gently, stroking the damp tendrils from her forehead, continuing the slow, soothing motions until her body stop trembling.

He lifted her chin with a gentle touch so she faced him.

"You are beautiful," he murmured, and the sincerity in his voice made her heart swell even more. She felt like she was in heaven, or perhaps heaven was simply his arms wrapped around her.