WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 143: Erotic tutor session (4)

That night Margo lay in bed.

It was a tame fantasy at first, his thumb rubbing soft circles into her skin and keeping her close. That handsome face close enough to hers to smell his cologne.

They were no longer in the stuffy library alcoves that her father had chosen for them to study but he was here with her in her room. She lay on the bed draped in silk shorts that hardly covered anything and a patching camisole. Her hair fell around her in dark waves as she pretended to study whatever book he was talking about.

Mr. Edlund kept smiling at her from her large armchair across the room. That knowing, older smile that he had. The same smile that had her thinking that he might be just as distracted by her as she was by him. Could he see how she couldn’t take her eyes from his hands? It was a thrill every time his gaze dropped from her face to the way her breasts were pushed up by her arms. Even more so when he shifted in his seat adjusting the fit of his pants and his gaze wandered lower. In her mind’s eye she had such a boldness that she rarely was able to emulate in real life.

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying side to side with a purpose, her hand reaching his shoulder when she was close enough to push him back further into that chair. His lap warm and inviting as she straddled him, settling comfortably until she could feel his hardness through his slacks. He wanted her. Her breath hitched in her chest, her hands sliding softly down his arms until she could find his hands, twining their fingers together. She placed his strong hands on her waist and let go, hoping that was the initiative that he might need.

He leaned forward, circling his arms around her tightly and pulling her closer. She could feel his breath on her chest, washing over her skin. She could smell his aftershave. His nose ran a trail up her collarbone and the side of her neck, placing a soft kiss to the corner of her jaw. His steel eyes were hooded as they lifted to hers, breathing was already growing difficult. Warm fingers massaged circles down her back until he could round them over the curve of her ass, squeezing softly. Her skin was still tender from the spanking earlier so his ministrations felt soothing.

Margo’s hand slipped underneath her covers. One hand up inside of her shirt, massaging her breast imagining that it was another hand in place of her own. The other slipped between her legs, rubbing her middle finger along her slit like he had been doing earlier, only delving deeper when her vision shifted.

She had always heard her friends talking about their exploits. They were anything but shy, about the men that they allowed to use them and how. The different positions that their bodies had been contorted into and which they found the most exciting. Margo borrowed one now, her hands pinned up above her exposed torso with one arm, her camisole had been ripped away and lay somewhere on the bed beside her. Mr. Edmund’s other hand between her bent legs, mimicking close to her own movements.

Margo had very rarely ever pleasured herself before. She just hadn’t found the proper inspiration she supposed. Her hips lifted to meet her hand as she circled that treasured bundle of nerves lazily.

The sound of his aroused breathing was making her wet, his fingers seemed to go everywhere other than where she wanted them to and it was driving her insane. Every time her hips lifted in desire he shifted again, teasing her on purpose.

‘Please,’ she begged ‘Please...ah-’ whatever her next words would have been cut off by the sensation of his index finger penetrating her. Margo’s eyes snapped open as he started to work his hand inside of her, establishing a rhythm. She had never felt anything like it before, when he added the second finger she almost came undone. A totally new sensation topped yet again by the rotating of his wrist to allow his thumb to push against her clit. It was more sensation than she knew how to process. Her hips pushed up to meet him with no real order or pace. Margo’s chest heaved as her full lips mouthed something she couldn’t have hoped to understand.

“Would you like your reward now?” He groaned in her ear, and she could only hope to know what he meant. Margo nodded enthusiastically, feeling herself build to that edge. She had tried so many times to make herself cum before, but she had never gotten this close. His lips pressed into any part of her skin that it could reach, and just when she thought that she could take

no more, it happened. Color exploded over the insides of her eyes, her muscles locked and her abdomen tensed, holding perfectly still to let those waves of ecstasy roll over her. Relishing each and every second of it with nothing but him filling her head.