katelyncurtis:

Katelyn moaned as she felt his hands underneath her dress. It made shivers run along her spine and arousal shoot south through her body. Her panties were probably soaking by that time, her legs quivering slightly. Damn drugs that made her horny so fast. “Fuck me.” she whispered against his lips, rocking her hips down into his lap. She was so ready and she just needed him to take her then and there. Although, preferably against the wall. That was something that seemed exceedingly hot to her.

She swiftly pulled the shirt over his head and went to his neck, sucking and biting hard. Giggling against his skin, she messed around with his belt, unbuckling it after a bit. “You are overdressed, Lijah,” she murmured, popping open the button of his jeans, “as am I. You should totally undress me.” She pushed his zipper down and tugged at his jeans, getting them halfway his thighs. A bit clumsily she climbed out of his lap so he could get rid of his jeans and just watched him from the side, her muscles twitching in anticipation.

So Eli wasn’t a virgin. Not the slightest bit. But he hadn’t experienced this yet. This being a teacher that was soaked at the slightest touch of his hands. Then again, he hadn’t fed drugs to a teacher before - only alcohol -, so it wasn’t all that surprising if you gave it a little thought. Clearly, Eli didn’t have time to think about that kind of unimportant stuff right now. Not while Katelyn pressed her thighs down onto his and the pressure on his already hard member was getting almost unbearable.

As his shirt was thrown into a corner of the lounge and her lips attached itself to his neck - probably leaving nasty hickeys that’d probably remind him of fucking his teacher for at least two weeks, which he had no problem with -, his hands restlessly traveled along her upper- and inner thighs. His eyes were closed, and tiny moans escaped his lips as Katelyn explored his neck. Once he felt a tug at his belt, his eyes sprung open and a smug grin appeared on his face. God, he loved it when someone undressed him, especially when they had gotten at the part where they’d pull down his pants. He nodded, mumbling a soft ‘mhm, I’d like that’. But he wouldn’t budge until his pants were off, or partly off, or- oh, fuck it. He grabbed her at her waist and pulled her onto his lap again, his hands immediately moving to the hem of her dress and pulling it off in a mere second. As the piece of clothing joined his shirt in the corner, his lips attached itself to her collarbone, his hands to her breasts. “I’ve never seen the point of a bra. Let’s get rid of it,” he murmured, lips still against her skin. His hands traveled up her spine, his fingers hooked on her bra as he unclasped it.