A Lesson in Restraint

Amara's breath is shallow as he traces her body with his tongue and tiny kisses. The closer he gets to the warmth between her legs, the more sounds escape her. "Professor," she moans softly, gripping his hair gently between her fingers. He traces a line along her sensitive lips, teasing her. Every touch sends a shiver through her, the wetness growing. He moves his tongue with expert precision, licking and sucking on her clit, causing her legs to squeeze shut around his head and her back to arch closer to him. Her breath is ragged, and her moans come more frequently as she is close to finishing right there on the lecture hall's desk. He continues, and her legs begin to shake around him, quivering so much that he grabs them and holds them still as his tongue explores her. She is soft and hot, and beginning to drip as her orgasm surfaces in his mouth.