Her breath hitched, voice trembling. "You… You—only you. My student and my man Peter, please—"
Her voice cracked, her whole body trembling like she was about to shatter. And I wasn't done.
My hand slid under her again, fingers teasing her slick, sensitive spot just at the edge—keeping time with my hips, driving her closer to the edge.
She choked on a moan, thighs trembling, collapsing into the table as her second wave built—fast, fierce, a storm ripping through her.
"Come for me again," I said low, steady—demanding. "Right here. Like this. Let me feel it."
And she did.
Her whole body clenched tight around me, a raw, loud cry ripping free as she gave in—nails dragging across the wood, back arching hard, trembling and undone. I held her through it, never slowing, still driving deep, still claiming her.
I stayed connected until she went limp beneath me—spent, broken in all the right ways.
