*All characters are above the age of 18~
I never thought we'd be here. In his classroom, on his desk, the sounds we were making...
"M-Mister... ah!" I gasped, my fingers clenching his shaggy salt-and-pepper hair and my hips raising up to his eager tongue. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him. "Sweet girl..." he groaned up at me, his tongue flicking my clit forcing a moan from me. "You are..." he panted softly before taking another couple long drags of his tongue along my wet lips and tingling clit again. He began to lick and kiss his way up my body until he reached my lips, withholding the kiss I so desperately wanted.
"...my best student." He finished with a smirk before patting me on the head. I gasped a bit dramatically and smacked his shoulder with a pout. "Don't patronize me!" I scolded, crossing my arms beneath him. He looked down at me and slid one hand up my side and around front to where my arms were crossed, then swiftly pushed both arms up above my head and held them down onto his desk where they crossed.
"Tsk... but still such a disciplinary problem. I thought I was your favorite teacher. I thought I had taught you better...." he spoke in his 'Teacher Voice', low and firm. I squirmed beneath him as a tingle shot through me. I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes; I can play this game too.
"I don't want to disappoint you..." I said, catching him off guard and making him blink. "You deserve a dedicated student... I promise to be yours, Mister..."
Before I could finish, his lips were on mine and we kissed like we meant it. I boldly nipped at his lower lip and he growled, his grip on my arms above me tightening before he slipped his tongue along mine and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his kiss and pressed my body up against him. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh. I bent my right knee and slid my leg up to his hip, and he immediately reached down and pulled my other leg up as well before fumbling with his belt and pushing his trousers down along with his boxers.
My eyes opened at the sound of his belt hitting the ground. I pulled away from his longing kiss and stared up at him. He peered down at me with desire. This look of passion was much more intense than any look he gave me across the classroom when only my eyes would be on him. And his on me.
"Mi-" he cut me off, freeing my arms to place a delicate finger on my lips to hush me. The fire was still burning in his eyes, but his face showed compassion. It was the face he gave me when I doubted myself. When I thought I disappointed him with a bad grade. The look he gave me when I cried on graduation day, and told him it was because I would miss him too much to leave. I confessed that day how much I cared for him. So much more than a student should care for their teacher. We parted ways then, and reunited when I was 23, and he was delighted to accept me as his TA for my in-classroom requirements to get my teaching credential. My feelings were unchanged, and he seemed to like me too. We have been teasing each other for months but tried to be discreet and take things slow since I was, yet again, his student in a sense. But today was my last day - and it seems neither of us could stand to hold back any longer.
"I love you..." he finally spoke, my tense heart melting. "If I never told you... well, better late than never... And... we don't have to do this today." He smiled at me, and I released a slow sigh I had been holding onto.