The Bad Girls Life

Can we talk

Emilys POV

What James said to me earlier about Dan and me. I'd been taking the flirting in but not realising how clear it was until someone said something to me. I decided I'd stay after school do I could talk to him.
Knock knock
'Who is it' A female voice says from inside Dan's room. Try not to assume the worse.
'Emily Wilks' I say
'Emily Can you wait a second. Is it important' Dan says. Sounding irritated
'Yeah but it can wait if your busy. I'll come back another time' I say picking up on his Annoyance. As I think it's an English teacher comes out of his room.
'Emily. Mr Conor has had a long day I'm sure he didn't mean to sound annoyed. If you go in I'm sure he will speak to you' She says. 'Thank you miss' I say walking into the room.
'I'm so sorry for sounding annoyed. I didn't mean for come across that way' He says holding my hand. 'Its okay. What's was you annoyed at or is it teacher stuff' I say sitting on his desk. 'It is and it's not. Are we okay' He says kissing my hand. 'That's what I came to speak to you about. What are we' I say circling the space in between us. 'I love you okay. I always have and always will. Emily Wilks you are so Fucking crazy and you fly off the handle if the slightest bit of Shit happens but I love you so fucking much. Okay no matter what'

And then before I could I could say a word in response, he crushed his lips against mine. I will admit to panicking for a second- the logical part of my brain was telling me that he was my professor and this shouldn't be happening again. The rest of my mind took over when he ran his tongue over my lips asking to take this to the next level. I granted it and our tongues began to dance.

After a moment, we broke apart for air and he pulled me out of the chair and into his arms. As we continued kissing, he pulled me even closer and I became acutely aware of his growing erection pressing against the thin fabric of his khakis. I found myself clawing at his belt in a desperate attempt to get it off. He pulled my hands away and backed me up until my legs hit his desk.

"Not yet." He said, his voice husky with desire.

I groaned and pushed me back further until I was lying flat on his desk and he was kissing every inch of exposed skin he could get at. In the space of a heart beat, I felt his hands hurriedly attempting to undo the buttons of my shirt while he continued to place kisses anywhere and everywhere he felt like. Each time his lips touched a new part of skin, I reveled in the feel of it and I felt myself growing wetter and wetter. At this rate, neither one of us was going to the physical act of sex before we climaxed.

We stopped for a moment, while I sat up- both of us panting- and threw my shirt across the room which was joined shortly by his shirt and undershirt. I began to reach for his pants when again he stopped me.

"Well aren't you eager?" He said with a laugh.

"Now you're just teasing me." I replied my voice deep with desire.

"I haven't even started." He replied with a smirk and then his hands were yanking off my pants and panties.

 I was now sitting on my professor's desk, wearing nothing but a bra and aching for his touch. He wasted little time and began exploring the parts of my breasts not covered by the fabric of my bra. My head flung back and I barely stifled the moan he had elicited, a dim part of me remembering I was still in an classroom surrounded by other classrooms. Of course, just when I didn't think I could take it anymore, I felt the clasp of my bra unhinged and he redoubled the efforts of kissing every inch of my skin he possibly could. His lips made a slow, agonizing descent toward my wet pussy but his lips skated around the very place I wanted him to kiss- to taste- everywhere else. Needing him to stop teasing me- which while made sex all the more appreciated, it was beginning to drive me insane- I finally pushed him off of me, sat up, reached out and yanked on his belt.

"You need to lose the pants...now" I growled and surprise and enjoyment flickered across his face before he began to comply.

It took him several deliberate moments to finally strip himself of all clothing. I caught sight of his eight inch long erection and my body felt flush and I could feel my pussy aching with anticipation. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, wrapping my legs around him and telling him with a kiss just how much I needed him.

"I need to hear it." He said before groaning as the head of his dick brushed the most sensitive part of me.

"fuck me right now." I replied pouring every ounce of desire and need I possibly could.

He smiled at the words and kissed me, hard and strong. He took advantage of the fact that I was preoccupied and sitting on the edge of his desk while he was standing, to torturously slowly glide his throbbing cock into me. He stayed there for a long moment while I adjusted to him. Soon, he just as slowly, glided himself back out. I moaned and he thrust himself back in me and knocked me flat on my back onto his desk and he laid down with me as he was still inside me. I dug my nails into his back and shoulders, clutching onto something- anything- as he pleased me like no other has ever before. As he began to pick up speed, I knew it wasn't going to be long before he took me over the edge.

"Dan, oh god, yes- right there"

"Fuck Emily" He grunted and he began thrusting deeper.

Once he began thrusting deeper, he nailed my g-spot and I began to get the feeling that I was about to climax.

"Dan, I'm cumming."

With one more powerful thrust, I went over the edge and I saw stars. My muscles tensed and a moment after I heard him follow me over the edge too. We lay there for minutes or hours, him still inside me, just holding each other.

However, we knew that we couldn't lay there forever, so we finally separated- in every physical sense of the word- and began dressing. When we had finished clothing ourselves, we stood there for a moment before he crossed the room and kissed me.