Page 34 of See Me After Class

Her lips briefly quivered, betraying her nervousness, but her face remained otherwise impassive, as enigmatic as a carved statue, holding its secrets tightly within.

A tiny tip of pink swiped her lips nervously, however, even though the rest of her face was carefully immobile. A stone statue couldn't be more secretive.

"Were you looking for money? Do you do drugs?" I rasped out. She looked startled.

"No," she said slowly. "Of course not. I have plenty of money nowadays, and I've never touched drugs in my whole life."

She looked like she could have bitten her own tongue off that very second. So that was a definite giveaway, then. Plenty of money, nowadays. Well, I'll be damned.

"So you were poor before this," I guessed, and saw that my shot went home. Her hands dropped from my shoulders and she averted her gaze from my face.

I knew that expression. I'd seen it before, a thousand times over. Back in the old days, when I was growing up in Newark in a shitty clapboard two-bedroom house on a shitty street. Later on, again, in the emergency room at Saint Mary's.

There goes someone too ashamed to say they're poor and too proud to ask for help, said that look. I wondered if buying a fancy car and wearing a non-expression like marble was supposed to be a cure for that.

"Look at me," I commanded her. "I don't care about where you came from. I just want to know what you're doing here now."

Her moist pink lips parted. I almost thought she was about to confess.

Until she pulled my head down and kissed me again. It was a desperate attempt to distract me, and it completely worked.

I should have known better than to give in. I should have questioned her motives much more thoroughly. I knew she didn't break into my office for the sole purpose of seducing me.

It was just that she was so damn good at it.

Desdemona's hands clasped my head firmly, taking control of whatever there was left of my capacity for conscious thought and throwing it out the window. It was as wild as the storm outside. Later on, I would rank her ruthlessness at gale force twenty.

And I surrendered to the force of her will. How could I not? She was everything I had dreamed of, long before I ever met her.

Her hands were on my chest now, shakily unbuttoning my shirt. Her legs wrapped around my hips, moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. Soon enough, she maneuvered herself so that she was on top of me and began to unbuckle my belt.

Did she forget that she was going to run away at first? I suspected as much from the first moment she returned my kiss. She was just as overwhelmed by the tempestuous whirlwind of the attraction between us as I was.

I ran my hands up under the dark black hoodie she was wearing, revealing the pale skin of her belly. Her hands struggled to pull my trousers down, and instinctively, I found myself helping her.

You've gone insane, John, whispered the stern voice in my head, the one that had kept me sane and sensible all these years.This is fucking lunacy.

Outside, the rain beat down relentlessly, turning the night air into a sheet glass wall of shimmering water. The low light in my office did nothing to dispel the illusion of a sleeping, silent world empty of human beings and all our petty worries.

I wrenched my trousers and shoes off and grabbed Desdemona around the waist, forcing her to do the same. Her dark jeans and hoodie came off in a frantic flurry of movements in the dark, punctuated only by her shallow breaths and my heavier gasps.

She was gorgeous when she was finally naked. I picked her up and carried her to my desk, sweeping everything else off the surface. I laid her down like a ritual sacrifice splayed in front of me. My cock was already throbbing in the gap between her thighs. She moaned restlessly.

I leaned over her, trying to get a glimpse of her face. Desdemona's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She clung to meas I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her slick core, teasing her a little. Her legs were parted, feet dangling off the edge of my desk. She raised her hips to give me easier access.

I slid inside her, slowly but surely. Her throat contracted with the effort of taking my length. Her impossibly long eyelashes flickered as she watched the place where our bodies were joined, waiting for me to take her fully.

I was sonear the edge already, and I couldn't wait any longer. I thrust in with a fierce jab of my hips, and she gasped.

With her torso arched and her legs wrapped around me as I plundered her moist sweetness, Desdemona just looked like she belonged with me and under me. I wondered what I'd ever seen in my old, thrifted desk before I had her naked on top of it.

The feeling of her innermost muscles clamped around my cock was exquisitely painful, but in the best possible way. Her thighs shuddered and jerked as I began to slam into her. I raised her knees in the air and folded her legs back to give me greater access to her sweet pussy, now dripping our combined juices into the apex between her thighs.

I leaned over and swiped the tip of my tongue across her nipple before I bit down. Her most intimate muscles immediately squeezed around my length.

Interesting.

I did it again. Her taut thighs flailed in the air and she let out a soft scream, throwing her head back.

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