Into Your Arms

Forbidden Fruit

You stood in silence for what felt like an eternity. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt, and cheeky panties underneath. It wasn't your fault, you had every intention of going to bed. However, you began to wonder who opened their front door dressed like this, not knowing who could be on the other side. Anyway, you would remember next time to at least put pants on.

You felt Bradley's eyes on you. Your skin began to heat up, and he hadn't even touched you with anything but his sight. Bradley was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat. "Umm..I'm sorry, I just wanted to apologize in person. While talking on the phone, I was driving home, and noticed your car outside," he stated, eyes still glued to your bare legs. You were silently thanking god that you had shaved this morning. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, either. His tight black t-shirt, showing off every..single..muscle. His pants fit perfectly to his thighs, and you could see the veins in his biceps being a little more protruded than usual. Bradley took notice of your eyes, endlessly searching him up and down. "Bradley, I-" and with that, you were cut off with him rushing to you and smashing his lips into yours.

Bradley had your cheeks cupped in his hands, and although his kiss was urgent/needy, it was still soft and romantic. Your hands began to trail down his torso, trying to run a finger over every inch of his upper body. Bradley swung a leg, and kicked the door closed, not missing a beat. He took one hand away from your face to lock the door behind him. You knew this wasn't right, but damn, did it feel good. Could you stop this? Put an end to it right here and now? Yes, of course. But no way in hell were you going to do that. You needed this as much as he did, and you were both going to get your fix.

Bradley's lips never left yours. You were walking back, trying to make your way to the bedroom, but not wanting to let go of Bradley even just long enough to guide yourselves properly. You made it to the bedroom, and pushed Bradley down onto the bed, ready to give both of you what you had wanted since the night you met. You straddled his waist, and leaned down to kiss him again. He began to feel up under your shirt, caressing your breasts, causing a moan to erupt from your mouth, into his. He ripped your shirt in half, not wanting to see you clothed one minute longer. He took in the sight before him and "Damn.." was all he could seem to muster up. He flipped you so that you were on your back, and he was now on top of you. You took his shirt off over his head, and his mouth immediately met yours once again, tongue tracing every inch of your mouth. He broke apart from you, kissing down your neck, chest, and abdomen, swirling his tongue in circles against your skin every now and then. You felt a burning in your gut, a flame, a desire that needed to be fulfilled. You needed him. He looked up at you, as if asking for permission, before removing the cheeky underwear that were already soaked from your aching heat. You watched as he placed gentle kisses on your thighs, teasing you, making you silently beg for him as your legs fluttered. He finally placed a kiss to your center, and you then felt his tongue glide up your slit. Holy fuck, what a beautiful sight, and an even better feeling. You threw your head back, and began to ride against his tongue. He had skill you had never experienced before. It wasn't long before you were beginning to come undone. "Fuck baby, that's it. Cum for me," Bradley growled. And, you did as you were told, as soon as you felt the tickle of his mustache on your center once again. You completely unleashed against his mouth, while he made sure to taste every single drop of your juice.

You flipped Bradley over onto his back, and crashed your lips into his yet again, tasting yourself and devouring his mouth. He couldn't help but groan. He lifted his hips up and ground you down onto his growing bulge. You unbuttoned his jeans and tossed them to the side. Bradley was big, and your mouth watered at the site of him springing free from his boxers. His eyes were glued to you, and you bent down and took his length in your mouth. Groans erupted from both of you as you licked the precum at the tip of his head. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum before I'm even inside of you," he groaned. You gave one last lick, and hovered over him. He grabbed the back of your neck harshly, and pulled you down to meet his mouth. There was no denying that he needed you, right here and right now. He slowly placed himself at your entrance, moving back and forth along your slit, causing you to moan his name in his ear. You then felt him plunge inside of you, feeling the pain from how big he was. You didn't care about needing time to adjust to his size, you just needed him inside of you, right this moment. He began to thrust in and out, making sure you were comfortable "is this okay baby?" He asked almost breathless. "Fuck...yes...don't...stop," you barely responded.

Within an instant, Bradley was on top of you again, gliding in and out of your slick heat. "Fuck baby, you're so wet for me," he groaned. The sound of him groaning, moaning, even just talking, was helping to send you right over the edge. With every thrust of his hips into your pelvis, you reached a new level of high that you didn't know was even possible. "Bradley..fuc-I'm gonna cum," you moaned. The sound of his name being drawn out of your mouth made him pump faster, harder, and grind down into your pelvis. He attacked your mouth in a passionate kiss, and both of you came undone, together. Euphoria. It was total and complete euphoria.

As you came down from your high, Bradley rolled off of you to the other side of the bed. You both laid there, trying to catch your breath. You had never been with a man that made you feel as good as that felt. His stamina never faltered. He wanted you to get yours, not just him. Hell, he made damn sure you got yours. While being completely at peace laying there, the uptight and professional side of you began to worry. Would you be able to let this be a one time thing? Is this going to interfere with work? Fuck, what about Pete?

It was as if Bradley could sense all of these thoughts tangling up inside your head, because he wrapped his arm around your waist, and pulled you closer to his chest. God, this man. He placed a kiss to your shoulder blade, and broke the silence. "You just ruined it for any other woman that dares to step into my life." You couldn't help but blush at his comment.

"Bradley.." your voice trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"Can we just enjoy this, right here and right now? Without having to worry about the troubles that tomorrow brings?" He replied sadly, clearly knowing what was on your mind, but not wanting to acknowledge it quite yet.

You were drifting off to sleep in his arms, when you suddenly sprung up wide awake as ever. You forgot one small detail; Pete was your neighbor. You hopped out of bed, hoping that Pete would still be at the bar with Penny. It was close to closing time anyway. You looked out the window to, thankfully, see that Pete's bike wasn't out front. Bradley came out from the bedroom with a questioning look on his face. "You gotta go before Pete gets back. No one can find out about this," you warned Bradley. "Pete? If you're divorced, why do you care so much about him?" He countered. "If someone from work finds out about this, both you and I are getting sent home. I highly doubt Pete would keep it a secret if he drove up and saw your truck outside of my house at 1:30 am," you retorted. Bradley understood, he just didn't want this night to end, fearing that it may be the first and last time to be the one to cause you so much physical pleasure. He made his way back to the bedroom and got dressed. You walked him to the door, still keeping an eye out front. Bradley turned to face you. There it was again..those damn butterflies. "I had a great time tonight, Blaze," Bradley muttered lowly with a smirk threatening to cross his face. "It was..magical, to say the least, Bradshaw," you replied. Fuck it, if you were never going to have him in your bed again due to being his instructor, why not make the best of what is left of this night? You decided to let your feelings show until he walked out the door. You stood on your tip toes and pulled him down by his neck, capturing him in a sweet, romantic, and passionate kiss. Your tongue glided over his lips, asking for entrance, and he quickly obliged. God, what that tongue can do, you thought to yourself. You broke away, because if you hadn't, you would have been right back in your bedroom.

Bradley smiled, and whispered goodnight in your ear, while placing a chase kiss to your neck, before walking out to his bronco. You turned off all of the lights, and made your way back to your bedroom, preparing for some long needed sleep. You could still smell his cologne on your sheets. You instantly missed being wrapped up in his arms. But yet, you sent him away, you began to argue with yourself. It's not that you didn't want Bradley, because holy hell, you did. You were just timid because of your titles: student and instructor. Why the hell did he have to be your student? You quickly drifted off to sleep, with memories of the night floating through your head. Sweet, sinful, forbidden memories.