Tremors

Tremors

The world fragmented the very moment his fingers slid inside her. It wasn’t pleasure that hit her first; it was a sudden, sharp burn which she most definitely hadn't expected. Yaren gasped, and she wasn't sure if the sound that left her was of pleasure or pain. 

Her body stiffened instantly, she couldn't help how her muscles clenched from the intrusion. Nothing had ever been in there before, not even a tampon. Not that the pain was crippling, but it was shocking; she'd expected instant pleasure like she normally read in books or like movies portrayed, but instead, she was only reminded of the boundary they'd just obliterated.

She gripped the edges of the desk so hard her knuckles ached and paled. 

The professor'd fingers didn't move, he held her steady with his hand which remained pressed to the small of her back. She felt his body shift and her ass brushed the hardened bulge in front of his trousers, the sensation made her shudder. He waited rubbed her back soothingly as he waited for her discomfort to pass.

And slowly, the burn began to subside; her body was getting used to the stretch, and just like that she began to feel the pleasure within. The longing returned immediately and she moaned quietly, shakily. She wasn't sure what cake next but she wanted it badly, she wanted it so much that her body was trembling violently.

What was she even doing? Was she even thinking straight at all? 

She shoved the thoughts out as quickly as they came.

The professor started slow, his fingers began moving in and out of her expertly, he was still giving her time to adjust but his fingers were already making Yaren lose her mind. It was the greatest feeling she’d ever had, she let herself lean against the desk completely, not caring that the papers on it were getting crinkled and wet from her blouse.

His fingers worked her expertly, they fucked her deeply with every stroke and she found herself moaning and whimpering. She gasped and arched as he continued to make her feel sensations she never thought possible.

"Oh." She moaned. "Oh my...."

Her moans must have urges him on because his pace quickened, it became dominant and demanding, and when the sensation became too overwhelming, she tried to pull away but he held her hips firmly, forcing her to feel everything.

"Professor..." She whimpered loudly, she couldn't herself. "Please."

"Shhh." He hushed her to her surprise. "Feel everything."

But she was crying and begging now, he was making her feel so much at once. And the sloshing sounds of his fingers thrusting into her again and again wasn't helping, it was overwhelming her quickly. She couldn't help herself, she was begging for something she didn't even understand; she wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going. 

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now, and her juices were running down the insides of her thighs now. She felt like peeing so badly, and it was embarrassing because she hadn't felt that way a few minutes ago. She tried running from the sensation but he was there to stop her, his hand pressed firmly on her back to keep her in place.

"Sir...." She was literally crying now, she couldn't help it. "Please."

"Do you like this, Yaren? Does it feel good?" He asked her.

She nodded quickly before she could stop herself, but his fingers thrust into her with a force that had her yelping and jerking forward, the sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Words." He prompted.

"It does." She forced the words out like her life depended on it.

"Good. Stop trying to run from it."

He continued to finger her dominantly, his thumb rotated precisely against her clit, while his fingers were buried deep inside her. The rhythm was relentless, it made her almost feverish. 

"Professor..." She cried quietly, she couldn't help it at this point.

But the professor knew that, he understood that she was overwhelmed and even confused, and so he leaned in so his breath caressed her ear hotly.

"You're my good girl, Yaren. You take whatever I give you." He told her. "Even if it feels too much."

She could only whimper at this point.

The pressure built, it tightened in her belly and coiled in her core until it was an impossible for her to focus on anything else. Everything went white, her body jerked again and again as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her almost aggressively. She felt a sudden spurt of wetness leave her, she couldn't hold back anymore and she squirted all over his fingers.

"Good girl. You're doing so well." His voice anchored her. "You're alright."

He didn't stop pumping his fingers into her until her body stopped jerking, until she stopped whimpering loudly, and until she started trying to run from him desperately due to overstimulation.

She slowly became aware of the cold, hard wood of the desk against her stomach, and the damp cling of her clothes. She became aware of the bulge pressing more insistently against her ass, she became aware of how cold she was, how drained.

He pulled his fingers out gently and she winced from the slight discomfort. 

For a moment , nothing was said. Yaren didn't know what to do, she was still bent over his desk with her skirt bunched, and panties soaked, she was completely spent. The physical high was receding now, and all that was left was realization and guilt of what had just happened.

Her tears went from that of pleasure to that of regret and shame immediately, she began sobbing quietly and her shoulders shook. She was completely devastated by the immense confusion she felt; she had liked it but she regretted it because it was wrong.

On noticing she was breaking down, the professor immediately released his hold on her. He didn't speak as he helped her up tenderly and fixed her clothes, he lead her to the sofa as she continued to sob quietly.

He settled down and guided her to sit on his lap. He reached for the Afghan blanket that was still pooled on the floor nearby, he dusted it off quickly and wrapped it around her gently so she was cocooned in the thick warm wool.

He held her tightly, comfortingly; one arm across her waist while the other cradled her shoulder. She buried her face in the warm fabric of his shirt as the sobs racked her body. 

"It's alright," he murmured, his breath warm against her wet hair. "You'll be fine."

He held her, but he ley her cry out the shock and the shame and the overwhelming pleasure. That was what she needed most at the moment.