Losing my virginity to my teacher | ✔

19. Desire denied.

My hands were held up on my head with one of his hands and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my neck and I was afraid he could feel that.  His mouth was relentlessly dancing with mine. 

     I let out a small moan when he nipped my bottom lip.  His other free hand came back at my neck and he pulled my hair from the scalp.  I winced at the bittersweet feeling.  His mouth slowly made way to my collar bone and he bit the skin there.  I gasped and goosebumps broke free from the foreign feeling.  I have never been handled or kissed like this.

     “Please…”  I muttered; the sensation was overwhelming.

     Zach let both of his hands free from my body, only to grab my cheeks in his hands and he roughly yanked me towards him.  I staggered for a couple of seconds to attain a momentum before his lips crush again on mine.

      The whole act was too much that I could reach my climax just from the way he man handled me.  I placed both of my hands on his chest to slow down but he was ruthless just as he said he would be. 

     I could feel my bottom lip bruising from the way he was nipping and biting it.  I knotted my hands around his neck and pulled him closer.  His hands automatically grabbed my waist and pulled me even further towards him.  Practically flush with him I could feel his hard-on poking me directly between my legs.  I gasped and let one of my hands roams through his body feeling every inch of muscles and I pressed my hand on his dick.  He shuddered and broke the assault of my lips and he bent his neck backwards like he couldn’t stand the pleasure.  Satisfied, I tried to unbuckle his belt from his dress pants.  Before I could do it, he pushed me back against the door with a thud. 

     I winced and tried to catch my breath.  But before I could regain my posture, he was onto me again.  He grabbed my chin and hoisted me up slightly without causing any pain.

     “You don’t even know what you do to me.  Do you?”  He snarled at me.

     His grip on my chin loosened.  I was sure that his hands would leave bruise on me.  I staggered a little and placed both of legs on the ground.

     “All I could think of is you and you make me hate myself for that.”  He scowled.

     He grabbed both of my arms and locked it behind my back.  He trailed his fingers from my mouth towards the crook my neck and straight towards to the swell of my breasts and dipped his finger inside my cleavage.  My eyes slowly closed.

     “When I saw you kissing my brother, I nearly wanted to kill him for touching what is mine.”  He growled and pinch one of my nipples, protruding from my shirt. 

     My pants became heavy and I was sure I would have my orgasm just from him touching my nipples. 

     “Tell me, Amy.  Tell me, that you are mine.”  He rasped near my ear and I shuddered.  His hands bunched up my free flow skirt and pinched my inner thigh too close to my slit.  I gasped and my knees buckled unable to hold myself.  He was quick to catch me by my waist and his other hand didn’t waste any time before shifting my underwear towards one side. 

     “Zach, Please….”  I cried as his hand made no move.

       “Then tell me you are mine, Amelia.”  He sneered.  His middle finger found my slit and he slightly pressed it inside.

      “So wet.  For me.” 

      He retreated his finger from my slit and pinched my clit and the pleasure was so intense that I wheezed and shuddered for my climax but before I can reach for my high, he backed away from me completely.