Arianna screamed as the orgasm ripped through her and she convulsed around his fingers.
He never stopped or paused to allow her breath. As she toppled, his thumb stroked and played with her clitoris and he used his knee to push her thigh upward, high against the wall so his palm could stroke over her swollen, wet lips and tease her back to the edge. One peak climbed to the next. Her head thrashed against the wall as she fought the pleasure, the sheer powerlessness she felt with his hands and mouth and teeth in control of her every will, every feeling. But still he pushed, he slid down her body and then his lips had replaced his hands. He held her wide with his thumbs so her pussy was completely open, and then his tongue licked and sucked at her clit, making her swell and drip with wetness, and he massaged her vulva with that hot, wet tongue until the orgasm came again, and again and again.
Sometime in the midst of the sexual frenzy, he had moved her to the bed, limbs exhausted and sated, her mind foggy,she realized he had removed his clothes. Her gaze took in with hunger his lean litheness and dark hair swirling over olive skin, the hard, thick erection between his thighs, the power and grace he used in class to instruct now focused completely on her pleasure.
He used his body on her mercilessly, his skin hot against hers, as he flipped her on her stomach and separated her buttocks, his tongue licking again at her center, separating her and lifting upward so she had no defenses against his whim.
His hard cock pushed in and took her from behind. He thrust deep, in a slow, steady rhythm calculated to drive her insane, keeping her final climax from coming with a determination and will she had never glimpsed in a man. He brought her to the edge over and over, backing off with his thrusts and pausing as he laughed when she thrashed and bucked, trying to make him do it, come inside of her, as she yelled his name over and over.
Her demands became broken hearted pleas as the sexual torture went on and she felt slowly driven insane. Her clit felt the friction and she reached hard for the edge, for satisfaction, until he slowed his thrusts while his hands massaged her heavy breasts. Teasing. Teasing. And then starting all over again.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice as rough as sandpaper against the sensitive shell of her ear. His tongue licked and bit at her earlobe, the sensitive curve of her neck, biting deep like a vampire.
“Please make me come,” she begged, her pride and sanity long gone. “Grant, I need you, I need you.”
With a rough growl, he drove inside of her again and again, letting her go toward the edge, and then with a final thrust, she felt herself lift and let go, the spasms of release holding and shaking her body in tremors, his name breaking over lips. She heard his distant shout as he allowed himself to come inside of her. Then he lifted and rolled her, tucking her body against every crevice of his and sleep came and overtook them both.
“Are you awake?”
Arianna shimmered from sleep, her limbs heavy. One leg tangled between his hard thighs. Her breasts pressed against his muscled back. Darkness enfolded the room except for the sliver of moonlight leaking through the gap in the drapes. His husky voice reached out and caressed her ears.
“No. I’m dead.”
She felt his chest move under her palm and knew he was laughing at her. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more stamina.”
“If I had a white handkerchief, I’d wave it in the air. Thank God I don’t have to demonstrate any postures tomorrow. I'll be lucky to walk.” He moved so he faced her. His gaze was deep and dark as he smoothed back the wild strands of hair from her face. “I’m giving you the night off from class tomorrow.”
“Good.” She paused. “Are we keeping our relationship a secret?” Grant traced the line of her jaw with a gentle finger. “We’re not a couple of teen-agers, but I need to be careful.” He seemed to struggle with his words. “I’m afraid if the other students know I’m involved with you it will change the dynamic in class. I’d like to keep our relationship private. For now. Is that okay with you?”
Arianna let his warm fingers massage her temple, play with her hair, and gave herself up to his ministrations. “I think so. I respect what you built, Grant. You’re a wonderful teacher.” He seemed to shrug off the praise, but she framed his face with her hands to make him listen. “Listen to me. I love my life, but I was going down the wrong path. I forgot what it felt like to breathe and just be in the moment. You taught me that. You demystified yoga and meditation to make it user friendly, but you’re also there to step up the learning process when someone is interested. I watch the students when you speak. You mesmerize them because you’re full of passion.” She covered his lips with hers and let the sweetness between them ebb and flow. When she pulled back, he leaned in, but she pushed him back, laughing. “Leave me alone, no more sex tonight.”