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It's been two weeks since I've seen James and I was starting to think that he changed his mind about wanting to meet me outside of school, until last night when I got a very cryptic text from him.
It only listed a location and a room number and specific instructions on what to wear. I never knew he had a kinky side to him, until recently. I've never been more turned on than when he spanks me. Tonight will be very interesting.
I walk inside the expensive looking five star hotel that James picked and glance around at the interior and the high ceilings. It mostly consists of fancy chandeliers and shiny marble floors. I bite my lip and can't help my heart swell with joy. He must've spent quite a lot of money to book a room here.
I pull my trench coat closer to my body, and my high heels click as I walk towards the elevator and push the floor number. Soft classical music plays inside and a few seconds later it stops on the correct floor. The hallways are mostly empty looking and I follow the numbers until I spot James standing outside the designated one, while glancing at his watch frantically, until he spots me.
The both of us practically run up to each other, not being able to resist one another for a mere second. He grabs my waist and kisses me as if I'm his source of oxygen. I grab his face with shaky hands and moan at the feel of our tongues sliding against each other. He pulls away breathlessly and opens the room with a key card.
It's strange seeing him outside of class, but almost comforting that we can do as we please. Most importantly, I can scream as loud as I want when he fucks me all night.
My eyes take in the room and a small gasp leaves my lips. The bed is huge, with swans made out of white towels on each side and red rose petals scattered everywhere. There's a large window showcasing the city lights, and a balcony that leads outside.
"I never took you for a romantic." I giggle and he blushes a bit before shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I wanted you to feel comfortable." He says and I walk towards him slowly. He watches my fingers carefully as I undo my coat and it drops to the floor, revealing my body only in black lingerie. I keep my heels on knowing it'll drive him crazy. His dark eyes take me in while he licks his lips. He tries to say something but the words just don't come out. He's speechless.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him slow and deep. One by one, my hands undo the buttons on his shirt until his chest is bare, and I can feel his skin against mine. "You look absolutely breathtaking." He mumbles as I undo his belt and he steps out of his pants, leaving him only in his white briefs. He lifts me up quickly and I wrap my legs around his torso. He walks us to the bed and lays me down gently. There's a mirrored ceiling above us and I watch my mouth part as he leaves rough kisses along my neck and chest. He undoes my bra and takes my nipple in his warm mouth. He knows exactly how to suck and bite it, turning me on to the point of no return. He kisses down my stomach, undoing all the knots that were caused by anxiety just moments before. He rips off my panties and spreads my legs wide open, gripping my thighs.
His tongue glides against my wet folds as he licks me good and hard. My pussy throbs in pain as he sucks my clit using his fingers to drive me off the edge. I moan as I ride out his tongue, pulling at his hair as he looks up at me with intense eyes. Just as I feel my climax building he pulls away and lowers his boxers before plunging inside of me. He holds my wrists above my head with one hand while the other lifts my leg at an angle where I can feel him deeply penetrate me.
"You feel so good." I cry out and he grunts while pulling back out and slamming into me again with no remorse. My body shakes as I feel him hit my sweet spot making me scream uncontrollably. My hair is a mess, my body is sweaty and tingling- I don't think anyone has ever fucked me this good before.
My eyes roll back in ecstasy as I come with a loud moan, digging my nails into his shoulders as he grunts and continues to pleasure me wildly. Seconds later he joins me, him moaning my name into my ears is like a symphony. He pulls out slowly before collapsing on the bed next to me. The both of us are completely exhausted and staring at our shameful expressions in the ceiling.
I turn over in bed, resting my head on his chest as he plays with my hair. "Don't leave me tonight." I beg him and he closes his eyes.
"You know I have to eventually." He mutters and I sigh. "Julia is waiting at home for me."
I groan in annoyance. "Why don't you leave her already? You're clearly not in love with her anymore." I snap.
"It's complicated." He sighs leaning in to kiss me, but I just turn away. "Leila, don't be like that."
"I'm sick and tired of always having a limited amount of time with you. I want us to be a couple. I want her out of the picture." I tell him, while sitting up in bed.
"That's just not realistic. We can't be seen in public together. I'm ten years older than you, I'm your teacher. We have different values." He sighs.
"All I hear are excuses," I roll my eyes. He gets up from bed and pulls his boxers back on before heading into the bathroom. "Where are you going?" I snap, angry that he's trying to avoid me.
"To clear my head." Is all he says before running the shower and getting in. I know better than to believe him, because the truth is he needs to wash my scent off of himself before he goes home to her.
