Stealing Spree

Chapter 2896: Make up for it (2) *

"Sensei, if you cannot hold your voice in, tell me, I’ll muffle it with my mouth." I playfully whispered as I pressed down on her, thrusting my cock between her inner thighs and grinding across her sacred place.

Hayashi-sensei’s response was a strangled gasp as she picked up a pillow to cover her face. At the moment, she was trapped between the thrill of the forbidden and the overwhelming pleasure being delivered by me. Every time my length slid against her wet slit, her body would jolt as if struck by a bolt of electricity.

Perhaps if not for this, she would have clawed out to me already for being so audacious. In any case, with me holding her legs upright like this, it’d be difficult for her to truly reach for me. She could only watch or endure as I continued my relentless rhythm.

Seeing her squirm from this angle, my desire for her was also getting satisfied. After all, what I was aiming at the moment was to pamper and satisfy her. Melt the anger and jealousy she felt and make up for my insensitivity.

I shifted my weight, sliding my arm beneath her lower back to arch her hips higher, ensuring every slide of my length caught the most sensitive parts of her.

Like this, the friction became more intense, the wetness of her sacred place acting as a lubricant that made each thrust feel like a sliding bolt of heat.

Hayashi-sensei’s muffled moans into the pillow became a series of shaky whimpers. She eventually slid the pillow down to get a glimpse of my own flushed face, her eyes glazed with a mixture of longing and affection.

"... P-perverted brat... C-come down here and kiss me..." Though fragmented, Hayashi-sensei lifted her arms, inviting me to reclaim her lips.

How could I resist that invitation? I angled her hips sideways so I could lower her joined legs just enough to lean over her, capturing her lips in a deep, searching kiss.

The taste of her was sweet and intoxicating, matching the heat now saturating the small space we occupied. While obliging to her request for a deep kiss, I didn’t stop the rhythm of my hips, continuing to grind my length against her wet slit eagerly. Because of the change of angle, the sensation became more pointed, hitting her clit with a precise, sliding pressure that made her quiver involuntarily.

At certain intervals, I would specifically try to dip the head in her entrance, savoring the way her inner muscles clamped down on me as if trying to pull me inside. Those momentary contacts were an exquisite torture for both of us, a slow-burning dance of anticipation that pushed us toward a breaking point.

If not for my current control that had yet to slip away totally, I might’ve accidentally driven myself inside her right then and there. Regardless, with my aim to satisfy her and now that I could cover her mouth with mine again, I began lingering there for a few more seconds while deepening our kisses.

Like that, the pleasure for both of us would magnify.

As my tongue danced with hers, my hips accelerated, the friction against her sensitive clit becoming a rhythmic, searing heat. I could feel the wetness of her arousal soaking through the fabric of my pants, a slippery evidence of just how much she wanted the final plunge.

The risk of Hana waking up just a few feet away, or a curious student or another teacher entering the infirmary, only added an edge of excitement to the moment.

"O-onoda... I’m close..." Hayashi-sensei breathlessly muttered as she broke away momentarily from the kiss. Her face was a vivid shade of crimson, her glasses slightly askew from the friction of our bodies. The professional distance she usually maintained had been completely incinerated, leaving behind a woman who was trembling under my touch, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches.

I didn’t let her wait. Shifting my grip on her thighs, I increased the pressure, grinding the head of my length against her clit with a deliberate, sliding motion. The sensation sent a visible shock through her; her back arched sharply, and her fingers gripped my shoulders with a desperate, clinging strength.

"Just a little more, sensei," I affectionately whispered. I focused my efforts, using the slippery wetness of love juices to create a searing friction that pushed her over the edge. Hayashi-sensei could only nod as she tightened her embrace, clinging to me as if she were afraid I’d leave her hanging.

When I sensed that she couldn’t hold it in anymore, I opened her legs wide and directed the tip of my cock back into her entrance, pushing a little bit further in without breaking the final seal. And like this, I started thrusting my hips, giving her narrow entrance a sneak peek of what’s in store for our future.

The combination of the sliding friction and the slight penetration was the final spark.

Hayashi-sensei’s body quivered involuntarily as her toes curled along a long, muffled cry that escaped her lips.

She shuddered beneath me, the rhythmic pulsing of her sacred place clamping down on my length as she reached a peak of pleasure, spilling her love juices on me in a hot, slippery flood. The release was violent yet silent, a silent earthquake that left her limp and panting, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the curtained nook.

I didn’t pull away immediately, savoring the feeling of her afterglow and my own impending peak. The heat radiating from her creamy skin was intoxicating, and the way her chest heaved in ragged gasps told me she had been completely undone. I leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to her forehead, letting the silence of the infirmary wrap around us for a few moments.

"You’re such a handful, Onoda," she whispered, her voice barely audible and devoid of any remaining authority. She looked utterly spent, her limbs heavy and loose against the mattress.

A small, triumphant smile played on my lips. I shifted my hips one last time, grinding my length against her dripping slit to coax out the final remnants of her pleasure before I finally pulled back.

The sudden lack of contact made her let out a tiny, disappointed whimper, but before she knew it, I shifted upward, lightly sitting on her chest as my cock pressed against her lips. I looked down at her, my gaze roaming over her flushed face and the way her glasses were now completely crooked, hanging precariously off one ear.

And without further guidance, her lips parted open, welcoming the heat of my cock as she looked up at me with eyes that were hazy and brimming with submission.