Tonight's Lesson Was Intense

I started teaching this class a few months ago, and ever since then, I’ve noticed the way he looks at me. His eyes never left my body when I was lecturing, but it wasn't just admiration, it was hunger. Tonight, after hours, we were alone in the building. He waited until all others had left, then approached me with a gaze that sent shivers down my spine. 'Professor,' he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, 'may I stay a little longer?' I nodded, curious and intrigued. That's when it happened. Without another word, he pushed me against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of my body with a confidence that surprised me. His lips found mine, pressing urgently as our tongues tangled. He stripped me quickly, those skilled fingers working their way down to unbutton my blouse, sliding beneath my bra and cupping my breasts roughly but not harshly. I let out a gasp when he squeezed firmly, his other hand fumbling with his own pants as he pressed himself against me. Before long, we were on the floor, him between my legs, pressing into me eagerly. I felt every inch of him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. He was relentless, and when he finally came deep inside me, he groaned loudly, his breath hot against my neck.