He growled in response, his hand reaching around to cover hers. His fingers pushed hers aside, taking over the delicate task of bringing her closer to the edge. The feel of his large hand covering hers, guiding her, was almost too much. She felt him everywhere, his body melding with hers in a way that was more than just physical.
The pressure grew, her hips moving back to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper. His strokes grew more erratic, his breathing more ragged. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of desire and the forbidden. It was like nothing Elena had ever experienced, and she knew she’d never want it to end.
“Oh, Professor,” she gasped, her voice muffled by the pillow. “It feels so good. I’m going to come for you. Right here, like this. f**k me harder!”
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