Tempting Desires

As I stepped out of the girls' washroom, I couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting more from her. Each passing moment spent in her company only made me yearn for her more. I paused by the corner, two rooms away from our class, and the sound of the bell ringing signalled the end of class. The halls were filled with students rushing out of their classrooms like a swarm of bees. Amidst the chaos, I spotted her making her way towards me. She met my gaze and smirked, her eyes shying away from mine, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go to class," I suggested.

She nodded, but I could sense her hesitation.

However, my desire for her was insatiable, and I took her hand in mine, leading her through the throngs of students and up the stairs to the last row of our classroom. As we sat down, I looked deeply into her eyes, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Have you lost your mind?" she asked.

"In your love, yes," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips.

"I'm not joking," she said, her tone serious.

"Neither am I," I replied, as I reached over to hold her hand.

"What if someone catches us doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I promise to protect you. No one will lay a finger on you," I assured her.

"You're my love, and you have nothing to be afraid of," I added, rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb.

She closed her eyes, her expression conveying both apprehension and longing. The classroom was deserted as all the other students had left to enjoy their break. Student life can be mundane, but with a partner to love, the breaks were the only moments that mattered.

Without a word, I moved closer to her, and she took a step back until her back hit the wall. I continued to advance until she was seated on the wooden bench, and I pushed her down, causing her to sink into it like a drop of water about to fall from an open tap.

As the whole class was empty and the other students were enjoying their break, we were alone in the room. I moved closer to her as she took a step back. I kept moving towards her until her back hit the wall. I pushed her down, and she plopped onto the wooden bench like a drop of water from an open tap.

I sat beside her and put my hand on her thigh. She flinched, her hands snapping onto her seat. I looked into her eyes, and I saw a mix of emotions. I could tell she was feeling love, nervousness, and fear all at once. I wanted to calm her down before moving forward.

"It's okay if you don't want to do this right now," I said, trying to reassure her.

She didn't speak, but then I felt her fingers wrap around mine, holding my hand tightly. "Let's do it," she said, finally.

I looked at my watch and realized we only had five minutes left. My lips curled up in excitement, and I sat on the floor, between her legs. I parted her legs and moved in closer, taking in her scent.

Her head was down on the bench as I towered over her, unbuttoning the last few buttons of her shirt tucked into her skirt. Her legs were shaking, and goosebumps popped up all over her skin as I sniffed her legs, moving up to her thighs until the hem of her checkered shirt blocked my way.

My fingers crawled slowly under her skirt, while my other hand slid under her shirt and curled around her waist. She closed her eyes, and I wanted her to keep them open, to see the beauty of this moment. I wanted her to not miss a single thing.

"You can't afford to miss this moment and pretend like nothing happened," I whispered to her lips. She pinched her eyes shut instead of opening them.

"Please," I pleaded with her.

She opened her eyes, and I was lost in the beauty of her gaze. I was completely struck by her innocence and purity. Her eyes were like a magic spell

The tension in the room was palpable as the clock ticked down, the seconds slipping away like sand through our fingers. I sat beside her, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes flickering nervously between mine and the clock on the wall.

As I reached out to touch her, she flinched away, her hands grasping at the edges of her seat as though seeking to ground herself. But then, her fingers found mine, lacing together like the intricate weave of a spider's web. Her gaze locked onto mine, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions - love, nervousness, and fear all swirling together in a tempestuous storm.

I felt the need to calm her, to soothe her soul before we took the next step. "It's okay," I murmured softly, my voice low and reassuring. "If you don't want to do this right now, we can wait." She didn't reply, but her fingers tightened around mine, a silent signal that she was ready.

I felt a surge of excitement course through me as I realized we still had five minutes left. I couldn't wait to feel her skin against mine, to explore every inch of her body. I dropped to the floor, positioning myself between her legs, and began to work my way up. As I unbuttoned the last few buttons of her shirt, my fingers caressing the soft skin beneath, I felt her legs begin to shake.

Pimples of goosebumps popped up all over her legs as I sniffed her skin, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. I moved my hands under her skirt, my fingers crawling slowly like a seductive insect as I explored every inch of her thighs. Her head was down on the bench, her body tense with anticipation.

I wanted her to see everything that was happening, to not miss a single moment of this intimate encounter. "You can't afford to miss this," I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You have to see this, feel it, experience it with me." She slowly opened her eyes, gazing down at me with a mix of wonder and desire.

I lost myself in the glamour of her gaze, my body responding to her every touch and kiss. As our mouths collided, my sword rose to meet her, hard and insistent. I knew that we couldn't continue here, in this place, but the thrill of the forbidden only added to the intensity of our desire.

I lifted the edge of her panties, my fingers trailing teasingly along the delicate fabric. I could feel her growing hotter with every passing moment, her breath coming in short gasps as I explored her most intimate parts. She moaned in my mouth, her cries of pleasure spurring me on.

As the seconds ticked down, I felt the need to push her to the brink, to take her right to the edge and hold her there. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, the tension building to an almost unbearable level. I removed my finger one last time, and she stared at me, a deep sigh escaping her lips.

I pecked her lips lightly, offering her a small comfort before the storm broke. And then, with a quick motion, I glided my finger back inside her, faster and deeper than before. She cried out in pleasure, her body responding to my every touch and caress.

I pulled my finger out one last time, glancing up at the clock. Only 40 seconds remained, and we both knew that our time was running out. She gasped for air, her body trembling with need and desire.