A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Five

*Mature Content*
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Billie's POV:

I shouldn't be doing this; I should not be doing this. I'm her teacher. I'm a married woman. This is cheating. I am officially cheating on my husband. But it's not like he's completely innocent in this "marriage" he doesn't think I notice when he comes home smelling of women's perfume that isn't mine. But this is still wrong, I'm in a position of authority. She's 18 years old. I'm twice her age. But I just couldn't help myself. Kissing her was a way of shutting her up, but I enjoyed it more than I intended too. She tastes so good.

I'm still holding her wrists and even though my grip has loosened, she makes no attempt to free herself. Her lips move slowly against mine, almost unsure of herself. Small whimpers escape her, muffled by my mouth. Her tongue sneaks its way past my lips, colliding with my own.

I release her wrists, my hands gliding down her arms, my fingers tangling themselves in her hair. Her hands remain above her head for a moment before she figures out what to do with them, and soon they are wrapped around my waist. I'm startled for a moment.

"Keep your hands to yourself." I growl against her lips, grabbing her arms and pinning them to her sides. She complies, nodding her head meekly. Her face is flushed. Beautiful. She's beautiful, and she knows it. I hate her. I hate what she's doing to me. But I love it.

My lips are on hers again, controlled by desperation. Needing to feel something I haven't felt in a long time. Wanted, and satisfied.

My hands move from her hair, down her neck, down to her shoulders, lingering there for a moment before I get to work on the buttons of her shirt. She shrugs it off, letting it fall to the floor. I reach behind her, my fingers fumbling to unclasp her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it on the ground.

I take a moment, my eyes wandering over the top half of her body. Her smooth, flawless skin, plump breasts, flat stomach. She's so beautiful underneath her uniform.

I touch her breasts, squeezing them hard, and she whimpers. My lips are on hers again, even more desperate than before, and her lips begin to match the speed of mine. I'm so caught up in my thoughts, the kiss, the racing of my heart, that, for a few short seconds I don't notice her fingers unbuttoning my shirt.

My teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I pull, letting it go with a pop, as my hands close around her wrists, her pulse quickening against my fingertips.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself." I say each word slowly, my eyes boring into hers, making sure she understands the second time around. "Don't make me have to tell you again." Her eyes grow wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Yes Mrs Howard." She whispers. Hearing those words leave her mouth causes the whole of my insides to practically melt, an incomprehensible feeling.

It was like our ongoing battle for the last few days had been completely forgotten about. Now she was ready to obey my every command.

"Good girl." I say slowly, before my lips meet hers again, her arms back at her sides but I can tell her hands are itching to touch me.

I can feel her lips stretch out into a smile, but it only lasts a few seconds before it fades, our mouths moving faster, more needy. The sound of our heavy breathing filling the room.

My hands reach behind her now, unzipping her skirt, it falls to the floor immediately and I tug down her underwear. She steps out of them, kicking them to the side, followed by her shoes. I break the kiss, stepping back so I can admire her, all of her. I've fantasised about this moment since she entered my classroom. Picturing that smart mouth of hers all over my body.

As I'm watching her, my mind running away from me, I begin to take off my clothes. The bruises are covered, she shouldn't be able to see them, even if they weren't, she'd be too distracted to notice.

I see her eyes drift down my body, her hands twitching beside her as she bites her lip. My clothes and shoes now lay in a heap behind me. I shiver slightly as the cold air hits me, and I quickly pull her to me, holding her body tight against mine. Our lips collide messily, tongues battling for dominance in a heated frenzy. Her moans are what arouse me the most, and the small whimpers that leave her lips as my hands travel down her body, stopping between her legs and cupping her throbbing centre.

My lips detach from hers, travelling along her jawline towards her neck. I place soft kisses there, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. I suck hard on her pulse point, before biting down. She gasps, her hands grabbing my shoulders, but she retracts them just as quick before I have to reprimand her for the third time.

"Lie down." I whisper in her ear. I feel her shiver before she complies, and she lays down on the floor.

I stare at her for a moment, eyes wandering over her body. I can practically see the wetness growing between her legs, and the heavy thump of her heart.

I lower myself on top of her and gasp when I feel my aching centre meet hers, our juices mixing.

One of her legs is draped over my shoulder now and I hold on to it tightly as my hips begin to move slowly. She whimpers, her eyes fixed on mine, as she licks her lips. She's driving me crazy.

I slowly increase my speed, hips moving faster every second feeling my abdomen tense as my orgasm starts to build. I hear her groan, her eyes squeezed shut as her back arches. She's just as close to climax as I am.

I throw my head back, my fingernails digging into her thigh, pushing harder against her to create more friction. I squeeze my eyes shut as I reach my high, mumbling "fuck" repeatedly under my breath, followed by her name. A loud moan escapes her before she bites down on her lower lip to hold back the rest of her moans.

I continue to ride out my orgasm as it ripples through my entire body, and I start to slow my movements down. My whole body is trembling with intense pleasure. I've never felt anything like it. I collapse on top of her, my head on her chest. I can feel her trembling beneath me, hear the pounding of her heart and her heavy breathing.

We lay like that for too long. Seconds pass by before they turn into minutes and soon enough it's been an hour. We don't speak, just silently get dressed.

Then she leaves.

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