Orimura-sensei gasped at the sensation, but she didn't stop me. Her eyes even dared me to keep going.
She shifted her hips and started grinding against me with a rhythm that instantly sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. The pressure of her body against mine was maddening, and I could feel myself hardening again,
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Orimura-sensei's eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and challenge as I peeled her tracksuit jacket off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms to pool at her wrists.
Her sports bra clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve of her athletic frame. My eyes followed her chest as it rose and fell with each breath.
"You're getting bolder, shameless brat." She teased in a breathy voice that made her current state all the more obvious. Her hands didn't stop their exploration. Her fingers soon trailed down my abdomen. She even tried to bury her nails in my skin, just enough to leave a faint sting. Then she leaned closer, her lips hovering a hair's breadth from mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss she wasn't ready to give yet. She wanted to ask for it. Or rather, take it myself.
"I won't lose control this time, shameless brat. You won't be able to keep up with me."
I really love her confidence. Despite losing against me multiple times before, she still had not been discouraged.
I smirked as my hands slid to the hem of her sports bra, tugging it upward with a slow motion. Gradually letting her breasts spill in a suspenseful fashion.
"Is that so, sensei? Then I guess I have to be more proactive. I've been keeping up with you since the first time you dragged me into one of these 'correction' sessions. Question is, can you handle me stepping up my game?"
Orimura-sensei inhaled deeply as I freed her breasts, exposing her to the cool air. Her nipples were already hard, begging for my attention. And I didn't hesitate to answer the call. My fingers brushed over one, teasing the sensitive peak with a light pinch that drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Her hands faltered on my chest, her composure slipping for a split second before she regained it. Her smirk returned with a vengeance.
"Y-you're playing dirty now, shameless brat," She murmured in a disapproving tone but the way her hips ground down against me, the heat of her sacred place pressing against my still-hardening cock through the thin fabric of her track pants, told a different story. She was as into this as I was, maybe more.
I leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder as I let my tongue swirl around the sensitive peak. Orimura-sensei's head tipped back as a low moan escaped her mouth. She had no choice but to hold onto my shoulders, anchoring herself against the onslaught of sensation. Her thighs also tightened around my hips as her body surrendered to my touch like she couldn't get enough.
"Dirty? Says the one who's got me pinned to a bench in a clubroom," I shot back, my words slightly muffled against her skin as I switched to her other breast, giving it the same relentless attention. My hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her track pants from behind, finding the edge of her panties and cupping her supple pair.
She let out a breathy laugh, one hand sliding into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan. "Pinned? You're exactly where you want to be, shameless brat. Don't pretend otherwise."
"Alright. I won't pretend I don't . But can't you admit to the same thing, sensei?"
"Never, shameless brat. You're going to be corrected by me and you'll be mine. That's all." With her breathy laughter turning a little cheeky, I failed to restrain myself from claiming her lips, silencing her.
After that, my fingers kneaded the soft, firm curves of her ass, pulling her even closer until her sacred place grinded perfectly against my straining cock.
The thin layers of fabric between us – her track pants and my PE shorts – did nothing to dull the electric friction and wetness spreading from her. Her hips rolled with a deliberate rhythm, each movement sending a pulse of pleasure through me that made it hard to think straight.
"Shameless… brat," She gasped after breaking from our kiss, her voice a mix of exasperation and raw desire. The authority she usually wielded frayed at the edges.
Her head tilted back, exposing the long, smooth line of her throat, and I couldn't resist leaning in to shower it with kisses, sucking just hard enough to leave a faint mark on a spot that could be hidden by her hair or her collar.
Her moan was low and throaty, vibrating against my lips, and it spurred me on, my hands tightening on her ass as I guided her hips to grind harder against me.
"You keep calling me that, sensei," I intimately whispered as I trailed kisses down her collarbone, "but you're the one who dragged me in here. Sounds like you're the shameless one."
I punctuated my words with a firm squeeze, my fingers slipping just beneath the edge of her panties as I reached further, teasing the slit of her sacred place.
Orimura-sensei let out a sharp laugh, though it quickly dissolved into a moan as I sucked on her nipple again, my tongue flicking over the hardened peak with relentless precision.
"You're… Hngh~ impossible," She moaned in between her words as her hands slid down to my chest, tugging at the waistband of my shorts. Her fingers were impatient, fumbling slightly in her haste, and I couldn't help but grin at how her usual composure was crumbling under the weight of her own desire.
"You think you can just… tease me and get away with it?"
"Oh, I'm not trying to get away with anything," I shot back, lifting my hips to help her as she yanked my shorts and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing my cock.
It sprang up, hard and throbbing for her attention.
Her eyes locked onto it as a hungry glint flashed in them. For a moment, she just stared, her lips parting slightly as if she were memorizing every inch. "I'm right here, sensei. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?"
Her smirk returned, sharper now, and she didn't hesitate. Her hand wrapped around my cock, her grip firm and confident, stroking me with a pace that had me biting back a groan while her thumb spread the precum at the tip,
"What am I gonna do?" I'm gonna make you beg, shameless brat. Let's see how cocky you are when you're falling apart under me."
That was fantastic… I could feel my spine shivering from the anticipation. But well, I wasn't about to let her have all the control.
My hands moved with purpose, tugging her track pants and panties down in one smooth motion, exposing her completely. The sight of her, bare and glistening with love juices running down her thighs, made my mouth water.