Forbidden Desires

Sky was late for his class all over again. But, when you look at it he never was on time. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he hated teaching these children who knew nothing about literature.

He sighed as he let his hand rest on the glass pane of the door. Embracing yet another day of torture, that's when he heard the loud clicking of heels.

The rhythmic sound had Sky wondering the length of those heels that tapped so sensually. And who wore them. Straining his ears he searched for the woman who bore the sound of heat and passion, but the only figure that was revealed was that of Aiyana. And dear god she looked stunning today.

Her face was lit up like the sun and was finally bereft of any makeup and she looked flustered. The loud clank of heels was resonating from her legs as they replaced the usual flats, making her long legs look sėxier and images of dark promises floated in Sky’s mind. The skirt she wore was far too short for decency and that coupled with the crop top was like sėx on two legs.

Black was her color though. And that color was currently making Sky uncomfortable. As Sky balanced his weight from one leg to the other, almost hoping his arousal wasn’t obvious.

"Sir... I am so sorry."

Her huff had her ċhėst expanding far too much to gasp in air. The pressure being almost unbearable for the low neck to take, pushing her beautiful mounds out further for Sky’s viewing.

"It’s alright. Get in"

Sky could not help but notice her ȧss as she swayed her way into the classroom and found himself wondering what she was wearing inside.

Was it a thong?

A G-string?

A pair of cotton pȧntɨės perhaps?

Or by the grace of god... she could be wearing nothing.

The tight leather might as well be fondling her nȧkėd cheek and it might slide against that pale skin.

"Professor?"

Sky heard the irritating voice of a girl call out and that's when he realized he had already stepped inside the classroom and was staring at the wall.

"If it do come to pass,

That any man may turn ȧss,

Leaving his wealth and ease,

For a stubborn will to please,

Ducdame, Ducdame, Ducdame,

Here he shall find gross fools as he,

If he shall come to me.

Here Jacques is actually railing on the stubbornness of the duke, ending their exile here in the woods. He attacks upon the foolishness of such a decision...”

Ping.

Sky looked up to find Aiyana fishing through her bag as she produced her phone to switch it off.

"Ms. Grey"

She looked up at Sky. Her doe green eyes meeting Sky’s grey, widening in fear.

"Sir?"

"Step out of the classroom with me for a minute, please? "

She nodded slowly as she picked her contents and walked out. The same sensual clicking of heels had wind brushing against his hard ċȯċk. A soft suppressed mȯȧn escaped Sky’s lips as he walked out with her.

She stood out, her head bent down as her waves fell down her shoulders, covering her face. But, Sky could tell that she was nervous, she reeked of it.

“Aiyana. . ."

Ping

It was man, in nothing but a pair of undėrwėȧr as water dropped against his body. Each drop running down his thɨġhs and the prominent erection that he harnessed with grace.

Somehow, Sky felt jealous of the boy in the picture. Who was this boy that had Aiyana so wrapped up for him to be her provocative lock screen? Sky had always hoped that he was her provocative lock screen. Her forbidden sin, her guilty pŀėȧsurė.

"Ms. Grey... that picture"

Her eyes met mine, they had lost their innocence and were replaced by a fierce fire of arousal. Her eyes melting into liquid mosses heated by volcanic fire.

Aiyana took a step closer to Sky. He felt her breathing harsh against the side of his face. The movement of her stout nɨppŀės brushing against his ċhėst heightening his awareness of her. Aiyana’s lips brushed against Sky’s ear as she whispered.

"It turns me on sky.. To watch the man half nȧkėd and his hard little ċȯċk almost entirely on display."

Sky swallowed hard. Feeling her finger trace his ċhėst and slid under his shirt as they came in contact with his skin. Curving around Sky’s waist. Holding him close to her body. Aiyana’s teeth took in between them his earlobe when she whispered again,

"You turn me on too.. You don't even have to pose in that way for me to be hot, and wet. You already make me wet breathing "