Caught in the Act with a Student

I'm an English teacher at my high school, and I've been seeing one of my students privately for weeks. Her name is Jane, and she's in her twenties now, but when we started, she was still officially a student. We met under the guise of tutoring sessions, but it quickly turned into something more intimate. Our first time happened after class one day when we were alone in the room. I had planned to review some literature with her, but as soon as the door closed behind us, my hands started trembling. She whispered that she wanted me too, and before either of us could second-guess what was happening, our clothes were off and we were tangled together on the cold classroom floor. My fingers traced every curve of her body, exploring every inch until I found exactly where to push and pull for her pleasure. As I entered her, my movements grew more urgent, each thrust bringing a new wave of sensation that neither of us wanted to end. We knew it was wrong, but there we were, bodies slick with sweat, lost in the heat of the moment.