The Graduate

On a night like any other, they clung to one another. Dancing slowly with their eyes locked, they swayed as the world around them faded from view. They were the only people to exist. She knew she shouldn’t be in his arms, and he knew it was technically wrong, but it felt good, she felt good in his hands. Her body felt soft and safe. The warmth of her made him want to burrow deep and never leave. 

She shook her head.

He smiled slightly. 

Her eyes watched his lips. 

The elephant in the room had a name, TROUBLE. They were going to slow wine themselves into deep, deep trouble. He held her a little tighter, afraid that she was going to find the sense she’d left behind when she followed him onto the dance floor. And the moment simply couldn’t end. He couldn’t fathom that it had begun but he couldn’t stomach the idea of never having had this one night. To dance with her. To look at her. 

She could smell the sweet bourbon on his breath. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to feel the soft hairs of his mustache on her neck, on her breast, and tickling her ass cheeks as he devoured her. She burned. It was a feral craving she’d been keeping at bay. She couldn’t have this man. But she damn sure wanted him. She’d wanted him everyday for the last five months.

“What are you thinking about Maya?” He asked. His voice was so familiar. She heard it in her sleep. It was her lullaby most nights. 

“You.” Was all she supplied looking up into his dark eyes. They were so attuned to her. 

“What about me?” He asked, probing like he did.

To her, this was the only chance she’d have. She had no idea how they’d ended up together on that dance floor, but they were. 

“I want you Adamien.” She felt so bold saying his name. His face seemed to light up and darken all at the seem time. He liked it. He released a breath between pursed lips and it washed over her face. Throwing caution to the wind, she rose on her tippy toes and kissed his lips. 

Adamien froze, stiffening in her grasp. She immediately regretted her decision. Not because it didn’t feel absolutely amazing. Not because his mouth didn’t taste like sweet wine. Because Adamien grabbed her arms and pulled her body from his. 

He looked around the dance floor to see if anyone had noticed but it didn’t seem that they had. He gave her a sad look before shaking his head and leaving her standing there alone. His absence was wide like the ocean and Maya felt she was floating in it. Their aloneness had been beautiful, but now the aloneness stung. Maya retrieved her bag and left before tears ruined her makeup. 

 Adamien tossed his keys on the table and kicked off his shoes by the door. Placing them on the shelf he stretched and began removing his clothing. He released a heavy sigh because the very last thing he wanted to be doing was removing his own clothing. No, he wanted Maya to take them off. He wanted to explore her statement. What did it mean that she wanted him? More importantly, what did it mean that he wanted her too? 

He couldn’t deny his eyes found her often. He loved when she spoke up, and he also loved her opinion. Adamien was a dog but he couldn’t deny he’d peeped her beautiful body as she ascended the stairs to leave. He also noticed her appreciation of him. Adamien stretched then threw his body on his bed. 

He couldn’t believe he’d asked her to dance. She’d been alone most of the evening. Much to his surprise, she was a bit of a wallflower. When no one asked her to dance, for whatever reason, Adamien felt it was his duty as a gentleman. How was he supposed to know they’d start playing slow songs? 

How was he supposed to know she’d smell so good? And feel so good. And have such soft lips. Adamien groaned as he felt his penis lengthen. Abstinence had served him in a lot of ways, but the teenage horniness was a bit much. For the most part he was fine, but alone in his bed with a fine ass woman like Maya on his mind it was hard. Literally. 

He hated the way he’d left her. So abrupt. But he wasn’t sure how to properly explain that if he didn’t leave then he would’ve pulled her into the bathroom and made her moan so loud that they’d hear her over the music. How could he say that in that moment he could’ve gotten lost in her right on that dance floor and wouldn’t have cared about a single soul. 

It was better that he’d left. In the end they weren’t supposed to be together and their wants weren’t very important in the grand scheme of things. He was willing to break the rules for her. Throw caution to the wind and take her fully for himself. 

His abstinence didn’t even matter. He’d been on dates and spent time with women, but none had the same effect on him. Sex wasn’t on his mind when he was with them, and he didn’t feel like he needed it. Only after feeling Maya, just Maya. He only wanted Maya. Adamien laugh wryly at the irony. 

His end goal was marriage. At this stage of his life he didn’t want to engage in hook up after hook up. Sex brought on complications he didn’t need while trying to build a foundation with a woman. Especially when she became attached to the sex. He needed to know more. Adamien sat up swiftly. Tucking his feet into his slides he went to his office in search of his bag. 

Maya let the hot water run down her back. She wished it could wash away more than the grime and dirt of the day. She wanted to wash away her actions. Why the fuck did she kiss him? Why did she dance with him? Why the fuck was he even there? 

She shook her head and shut the water off feeling her fingers begin to prune. Maya stepped out of the shower and into her robe. She started to leave the bathroom but stopped in her tracks. Standing in front of the mirror she held it open and examined her body. 

She was thick in the right places and tight in the others. Her ass sat well on her back, and her hips rested beneath a small waist. Two perky breast adorned her chest with large brown areoles. Maya slid her hand down her stomach. There was a small pudge but nothing to make a fuss over. It was barely noticeable. 

She turned to the right side, the to the left. She looked at her face. Smooth cinnamon skin caressed by heart shaped pink lips, a broad nose, and wide eyes. Her hair was a wet mop and she considered detangling it before bed. 

“Fuck no. No ma’am.” She said, shaking her head at her critical assessment of herself. 

Maya knew she was beautiful. She was bad as hell. She also knew there were other reasons for Adamien to reject her in that moment. But everything had felt so right. How could she have misread the moment? Yes, she was his student. His grad student. They were both fully grown adults. 

Maybe the Kern Fellowship mixer wasn’t the proper place for the kiss, but he was looking at her, and breathing on her, and holding her close to his body like he wanted to fuse them together. And again, why was he even there? 

All night she’d watched him. She couldn’t engage in conversation, she couldn’t accept any offers to dance, she didn’t eat either. No, Maya watched Professor Clark covertly from this corner or that, and when he approached her she felt as if she’d willed it. 

Her body, her mind, and her soul had called to him and he answered. Maya shook her head and bit her lip as she remembered shivering at the sound of his voice and feel of his hand swallowing hers. It was the voice on the recordings from class that she studied, cooked, and slept too. He was always there in her mind, but to have him there physically was overwhelming. Of course she’d kissed him. 

He was a good dancer. He moved his body so well against hers. And he smelled so fucking good. She moaned as she slid beneath her covers. She wished she could slide beneath him and fulfill her every fantasy. Finally do something about all the filthy and dirty thoughts that plagued her while he walked to and fro ahead of the class. 

Handsome. Intelligent. Educated. Sexy as hell. Witty. Wise. Cultured. Damn fit. He was everything she wanted in a man. She loved his thoughts and the way he carried himself. She’d read his books before taking his course and the literature could not hold a candle to the man himself. Maya tossed back and forth in a fit sexually frustrated and craving a man she had no business. 

They’d have pretty babies. Maybe her nose, with that mouth of his. His eyes, and her sharp jaw. The thought flitted in and out of her head so fast that she was able to dismiss the absurdity of it. Her mind was racking up miles and sleep seemed a few planets down the road. 

Maya sat up and reached for her iPad. She turned it on and searched for the perfect sleep aid. Selecting her favorite lecture of his she pressed play and let the sounds of Adamien Clark full the room and surround her.

Something about the deep gravel tone was so sensual. She loved the way he’d spoken in the space between them. His voice was so close then. Mayas hands slid down her body and she let Professor Clark have his way with her as she imagined him there in bed with her.

She stroked her clit and thought if him, heard him. Maya wondered if he talked while he made love, if he growled when he fucked. She moaned, the thought sending piercing heat through her gut. Her finger slipped inside. She was so tight.

Maya had been abstinent for quite some time. She almost didn’t remember when she last had someone make her feel so needy. Her degree mattered much more than her sex life. Hell, she had sex toys for orgasms, and men were complicated distractions. Maya didn’t need distractions or complications therefore she didn’t need men. Not until she was done with school.

Her body shook as the climax took her. Two fingers were trapped inside her pulsating core. The orgasm gripped and released like a fist and she let it wash over her completely. Behind her moans and heavy breathing Adamien chuckled, laughing at himself. Maya bit her lip thinking of him smiling his white teeth slashing a break in his dark chocolate skin. 

“Get the fuck over it Maya.” She groaned weakly and took steadying breaths as her soul descended into her body. 

Adamien straightened his tie. He wasn’t sure why but he didn’t feel very professional. He actually felt naked standing before the class. Adamien had never been a nervous speaker or very shy, but he felt self conscious. In his mind everyone could see the red string that stretched from his chest to that of Maya Pastil. 

Since she’d arrived that morning he was acutely aware of her every movement. His gaze shifted to her constantly and he fought to pull it away and properly engage with his other students. The entire time he was speaking he was wondering how he could get them alone. They needed to speak and he needed to be near her  again. 

Cole, his TA, pulled him from another fantasy of Maya and he in his office pressed against the door, as he pulled half the papers from his hands. Right, he was about to pass out their papers so they could leave. His thumb strummed against the bottom paper, her paper. He pulled the note from his pocket and held it beneath the stack before handing the first paper over. 

Anticipation rang in his ears as his hands emptied. Then he was standing before her. She seemed afraid to look at him but he wouldn’t hand it over without seeing her face. Cautiously, so cautiously he hated himself for placing that trepidation there, her eyes rose to his. He tried to convey the softness he had for her, even in this space but he wasn’t sure she could feel it. 

“Very good work.” He stated truthfully. He saw her shoulders relax and a small smile shown on her lips. He left with that before a goofy smile spread across his own. 

“You all did very good work. I enjoyed reading them all. Your grades are reflective not only of this particular paper but of your understanding of the course material thus far. I searched for truth and perspective and I found it time over. I’m proud of the growth I discovered. The open minds. I hope that you carry these ideas and ideals as you continue on your journey.” Adamien looked over his students, truly proud of the work they’d done and how far they’d all come. 

“It has been my privilege to work with each and every one of you. It is my deepest wish that your joy becomes actualized through the work you go on to do. With a willingness to inspect and adopt a new perspective, you cannot fail.” He reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Maya with a smile.

“Now, the semester is officially over. This may be this last time some of you hear this if your journey in academia is ending, but to you all - class is dismissed.”

His students whooped and cheered and he smiled at the excitement and pride. He took a bow before them before running up the stairs so he could stand at the door and shake all their hands as they left. He wanted them to know he’d always be a resource. One thing he prided himself on was leaving the door open and always being willing to set another place at the table. 

After handing out business cards and offering congratulations, Adamien gave his TA Cole a dap and hug. They were talking about grading and meeting up for drinks when Cole’s attention shifted behind him. Adamien turned to see where his gaze had gone, and there was Maya, still seated stiffly in place. Cole gave him a sly look and he shook his head.

“I’ll catch you Cole.” He said directing his friend to the door. 

“Yeah, you better.” Cole shot another glance at Maya before giving Adamien another look with a smirk. He turned to leave and closed the door behind himself. Adamien locked it not to be presumptuous. He just didn’t want to be interrupted.

Turning slowly he followed the string. The one that had been trying to pull him to her all morning. She sat so still, he wondered what she was on her mind. Was she mad at him? She hadn’t looked mad. The expressions that had washed over her face had been indescribable. He wasn’t sure what those emotions were and he ached for enlightenment. 

As he walked down the aisle to her she looked up at him. It tugged at his heart, his gut, his dick. He bit his lip trying to remain flaccid. Adamien didn’t want to be a creep. He just couldn’t contain his desire for her, it floored him. 

When he stood before her he had to steel himself. Harden in a different way, because her smell and proximity were utterly weakening. 

“What are you thinking about Maya?” He asked low in his throat feeling like he might choke. 

Her brow furrowed. She cut her eyes to his desk, to the door, to him, then she looked down at the note in her hands. Then she looked back up at him. Maya shook her head. He hated the pain he saw there in her eyes. 

“Tell me.” He whispered, sitting down in the desk next to her. He wondered if his stature, standing above her was intimidating. Adamien was already in a position of power and he wanted to be her equal in any way her could. 

“I apologize for the other night. It was inappropriate and I understand why you left so abruptly. But,” she looked away from him and Adamien couldn’t stand it for a second. He gripped her chin softly and turned her face back to his. With his thumb he pulled her lip from her teeth. Not being able to help himself he ran the pad over the soft, plush flesh. 

His eyes shot to hers fearing her reaction but the look he found hardened him in an instant. His thumb slid further, onto her teeth, across her gums. And he watched her eyes, they implored him to go further. She opened her mouth and he pressed his thumb against her wet tongue. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and he had to fight not to pull her face to his and suck her tongue out of her mouth. 

What was he doing? He wanted to talk. He wanted to know what she felt about his note, what she felt about him, and if she had noticed the red string. There was so much to explore past this extreme sexual awareness of her, but it was truly all encompassing. Blinding even. He couldn’t see past the obvious need for him he smelled on her. He couldn’t help but rejoice inwardly that his need had a mirror. 

She sucked his thumb reverently as if it were a dill pickle penetrated by a cherry blow pop. Her eyes were watching him, but ever so often they’d flutter off to the heavens and his dick would jump and pulse beneath the wood of the desk. Reluctantly Adamien pulled his finger from her mouth. When he saw the disappointment on her face he shook his head and placed that same thumb in his own mouth removing any trace of her saliva. She squirmed slightly in her seat as she watched him. 

“But?” He implored. She looked confused and he smiled. Her eyes darted from left to right thinking it seemed, trying to recall what they’d been discussing. Her eyes widened in recognition and she smiled shyly. 

“Um, yeah. But,” she said with a breath. “But,”

Maya struggled and it was sweet to see her so flustered especially when it was because of him. 

Adamien reached out and stroked her cheek. She melted in his hand. His body shifted closer to her despite the metal and wood contraption keeping them apart. 

“You have to stop touching me.” She groaned weakly. Maya turned her head and kissed his palm. 

“But?” He asked again.

“But your thumb was just in my mouth and I can’t think past that right now.” She said in an exasperated rush. 

“And the note?” He stroked her cheek with his thumb and she purred. He liked that sound. He wanted to feel it. Adamien’s hand traveled downward. He wrapped his large hand around her slender, soft neck. Maya shook her head.

“You’re confusing as fuck Professor Clark.” Her mouth was open and she was watching his. He could tell she wanted to kiss him again. He wanted that too. He was having a hard time thinking with the right head. 

“I like when you call me Adamien and I’m not your professor anymore.” Her hand wrapped around his wrist beckoning him to squeeze tighter. Adamien obliged. “I want you too Maya.” 

Maya wasn’t sure what the hell was happening but she wanted every bit of it. His closeness. His heat. And he just kept on touching her. That thumb in her mouth had done a number on her. He tasted so good, so clean. His thumb was so thick. She wondered if his dick was just as weighted. 

And now his hand was wrapped around her throat and his was saying he wanted her in that voice of his. It was all over him, his want of her. She’d sensed it the moment she entered the room. Too often she burned from his stare. Squirmed in her seat. Her jacket was the worst kind of torture because the denim would not stop brushing against her hard nipples and the sensation was distracting. 

She felt tethered to him. Connected in a way. Everywhere he moved, her body shifted, her gaze moved, her senses spread to take in his every expression and emotion. She wished she could read his mind and know what all those looks meant, but now she knew. It was the same want that plagued her. The connection was the want. His awareness of her brought on a new awareness of his, one neither of them could hide or fight any longer. 

They were clearly past that. She placed her hand on his thigh and he jumped causing her to jump. She smiled sweetly and he shook his head abashedly. They were equally affected in a way that startled them both. It was such a raw territory to operate in. 

“Adamien, what are we doing?” She asked, watched his mouth as he took slow breaths through pursed lips. He was steadying himself. 

“I don’t know. We were supposed to be talking.” He breathed.

“Do you want to talk Adamien?” She asked hotly licking her lips. 

“Yes, I do. But I also really want to do something else.” He said tightening his grip and pulling her forward slightly. Maya hated the moan that escaped. She felt naked before him. Exposed. 

“Mmm. What would you like to do?” She purred wishing he would request of her, ask of her, or even demand of her any form of service that would please him. Please them. 

“Maya, I’ve been abstinent for a year.” He said watching her mouth as if her were afraid of her eyes. 

“I’ve been abstinent for two.” 

He looked up to find smiling eyes filling with burning desire. They mirrored his she saw. Why were they so willing to end all that hard work and discipline? It was crystal clear from the look in his eyes, the tensing of his jaw, and the harshness of his sow breath that he was fighting. But how much fight did he have? How much did she? 

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” He said, breaking through her thoughts. 

He released her then. The same thoughts must’ve been running through his mind. The worthiness of it all. If this moment between the two of them was truly worth it. It was for her. She wanted Adamien Clark to be the next man she laid with. 

It had been a long time. She had been touched,  it she hadn’t gone all the way. And most of the men she’d dated gave up before she even got to a space where she was willing to go there. It was like she’d experienced years and years of foreplay and it was all for this man. Maya wasn’t sure how she knew, but she just knew. It was to be Adamien.

She stood too and grabbed his hand and turned him to face her. 

“Maybe we should.” She looked up into his eyes, and listening to her body again, she rose on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Maya was timid at first unsure of his reaction and not wanting him to storm off like before. But Adamien kissed her back. First it was just their mouths dancing, then their hands engaged, and when their bodies pressed together, all hell broke loose. 

She could feel his erection pressing into her belly. The fine hairs of his mustache scratched her face as their heads moved to and fro. Adamien pulled her jean jacket away and threw it across the room. Her eyes widened as he removed her shirt with the same reckless abandon only freeing her lips to pull it over her head. His hands gripped the loops of her jeans pulling her body flush against his. His hardness met by her softness was a magical combination they both reveled in.

Hungrily they stood their feasting on the flesh of the other. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders. She held his arms as he planted soft kisses on her breast. Then wet ones. Then nips and bites. Until he removed her bra and filled his mouth with the right then left breast. Maya couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand. Her knees buckled, thighs pressed together, heat surging through her body and core. 

When she screamed out in pleasure at the feel of his teeth on her nipples he released her. She felt a tinge of disappointment but the feeling was quickly replaced by excitement as he began removing his clothing. Maya looked around the room all too aware that they were in a classroom on campus. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could catch them. He must’ve read her apprehension because he smiled after dropping his sweater to the floor. 

“I locked the door.” He said with a smirk. She loved his voice. Loved to hear him speak. 

“What? You knew I’d fuck you right here, right now?” 

He shook his head as he slowly unbuckled his belt.

“No, I just thought we needed privacy. Something we don’t have the other night.”

Her eyes watched as he unzipped his pants over the bulge pressing angrily against the denim material. 

“What would have happened if we had privacy the other night?” She asked, voice trembling in anticipation. Maya didn’t know what to do with her hands. 

“That kiss wouldn’t have ended.”

“Then what?” She asked, breathless. His body was perfect. She knew it would be. But having it there in front of her was entirely different. The fantasy paled in comparison.

“Let me show you.” He whispered extending one hand to her while the other held his thick dick. 

There was no turning back. No stopping. Maya was nervous, and ready. She slipped her hand into his and he yanked her body to his with force. 

Trapping her lips in a kiss, his hands traveled down her body. In one swift motion he peeled her jeans and panties down her legs leaving her naked and exposed. Goosebumps raced here and there, all the hair on her body stood on end. Adamien stepped back to eye her in obvious appreciation. She marveled at the look in his eyes. 

Dropping to his knees, Adamien grabbed her thighs and pressed his face against the soft hairs of her sex. Maya truly hadn’t expected it to go down this way. She was so ashamed she planned to slip in, get her paper, and slip out. No grooming had been done, no maintenance. It wasn’t a jungle, but it also wasn’t a trim lawn. 

All her worry dissipated as he breathed in her scent and rubbed his nose against her course curls. Maya bit her lips and tried to contain herself before she grabbed his head and buried it between her legs trapping him until she came shouting and screaming. It had been awhile for the both of them and the last thing she wanted was for the ride to end too soon. 

Adamien looked up at her and kissed her intimately. Mayas mouth fell slack. In that moment there was nothing sexier than his surrender. With two fingers he spread her lips and blessed her with a slow swipe of his tongue. Then another and another until her legs spread fully held open by his broad muscled shoulders. 

There was something to be said about a man who enjoyed pleasing a woman. A man who took his time to understand how and where to place his mouth. A man who studied what to do with his tongue. Adamien was a scholar in more ways than one. Educated and well versed in more than just academia. Maya felt a rush of joy, she’d stumbled upon pleasure her first time back out. Or she was feeling the prickling beginnings of her orgasm. It hit her in a rush but she recognized it as something that had been building for months on end. She threw her head back and surrendered to it. 

“Fuck me. Now. Please.” She urged. 

He looked up at her seemingly shocked by her declaration. Pulling his mouth from her he slid up her body and captured her mouth with his giving her the remnants of her explosion. His dick brushed against her and she jumped, anxious, nervous, and ready. 

“Relax.” He held her at arms length and looked at her. With a shake of his head he released her and reached for his pants. Maya watched as he pulled the condom from his pocket and sheathed his thick and curved dick. 

Adamien paused looking around the room. She wondered momentarily what was on his mind but she was caught completely off guard when he ducked, grabbed her thighs, and hoisted her over his shoulder. Maya squealed and he smacked her ass playfully. As he descended the stairs she could hear his dick slapping against his thigh and it made her stomach burn. Making quick work of the stairs, he laid her down gently on the desk. 

“Perfect..” he said appraising her. He spread his hand over her stomach and caressed her skin rubbing her belly, breast, and hips. She purred under his attention and squirmed at his touch. It was soft, warm, and intoxicating. 

Her legs spread before him and she touched herself. His eyes tracked downward to watch. Maya watched as his dick visibly lengthened when she slipped two fingers inside with a moan. It jumped when her back arched. The condom looked too snug and she wanted to wrap around him just as snugly if not more.

“Come here.” She beckoned with her other fingers. He was right there touching her but they understood one another. She wanted him inside.

Adamien was thinking of his celibacy and the woman before him. What did it mean to sex the shit out of her on his desk? His dick jumped as if in answer. Like a magnet his erection met her lips. At first touch he felt compelled forward. When his flesh broke the barrier of hers, Adamien felt himself sinking. 

She was tight and he was rusty, each inch she enveloped produced beads of sweat that traveled up and down his back and torso. He wasn’t sure he could take giving it all to her, much less Maya as she shuddered beneath him.

Her hands were gripping his arms just as tightly as her walls gripped his dick. She breathed harshly through pursed lips as he pressed against her walls pushing deeper inside. She wanted more but she wasn’t sure what her body would do or how it would react once she got it. Maya felt near orgasm already.

Maybe it was the width of him. The curve. The length. Or maybe it was the two years between her and another dick. But the fullness overwhelmed her. It also captivated her. She was thrilled to be so properly possessed and invaded. 

“Please.” She begged. Adamien arched a brow before scooting her back and joining her on the desk. Maya couldn’t deny she loved the feel of his hard body resting atop hers. He was heavy, sturdy, and slick, his flesh burned into hers. With one swift motion Adamien ate the space between them. 

Mayas mouth rested in a plush o shape. One solitary tear peeled down her cheek and Adamien kissed it away. He looked into her eyes searching for any trepidation or hint of regret. It was a moment he wanted and that he wanted her to be fully inside of the same way he was now fully inside of her. 

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned as he felt a deluge on extraction. Sheer bliss is the only thing he could think of to describe it. She was coming on his dick already. Just like that. He knew he hadn’t done much to achieve it, but still he preened with pride. 

He liked the feel of her nails digging into his back and the soft moans that slid into his ear. So he lifted her thigh, pressing it into the bed and stroked her slowly from an angle he’d been told hit all the sweet spots. Adamien was quickly rewarded by fierce cries and frantic hips desperate to meet his every stroke. Before he knew it he had to slow down. The onslaught of her orgasm had him weak and ready to end everything. 

Maya tore into her bottom lip not wanting to scream. She scratched his back, held his arms, and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper. First he was a shock to her system. Too much dick after too long resting her cavities but his thorough excavation recharged her battery. Her body bloomed for him and she desired and craved every ounce of pleasure she could manage. 

Three orgasms wasn’t enough. She needed four then five. Hell, she needed whatever he was wiling and able to give. Maya licked hotly at his face to taste him, to claim him as hers. He belonged to her now in a way that other men had. Not apart of her, but she knew it left a mark, the kind of ecstasy they were falling into. 

He turned them over and she was grateful. Now he could meet her, see her, and witness the release of 5 months of pressure. Maya looked down at him and caressed his face to make sure he was really there. It all felt too great to be real. She lifted her knee before circling her hips and beginning the ride. 

Maya knew it wouldn’t be long now. He’d say her name soon, call out and scream it to the heavens in thanks. She held no grace, no mercy, she wanted on thing. To be remembered. To be worth the wait. Moving her body like a snake she watched his eyes, his eyes let her know she was doing her job. 

Adamien was in awe of her. Watching her breast sway and with a resilient weight he admired. He loved the look of power she had, no longer resigned or thoughtful, but fiery and determined. He bit his lips as her plush ass cheeks settled onto his thighs. He damn near lost his mind when she wrapped her hand around his throat and picked up the pace. 

She leaned down, hand caressing his thick neck. Her tongue made a fast swipe across his lips but he captured it with his tongue pulling them into a wicked kiss. Maya never stopped riding, never stopped grinding, never stopping taking from him. Adamien stiffened beneath her and she stopped. 

“It’s been so long.” She whispered against his lips.

Adamien winced feeling her walls gripping his throbbing dick. 

“I know baby. For me too.”

Maya began to move slowly milking him while he rested deeply within her. 

“I really, really want to taste you.” She purred. 

“You can do whatever you want.” He assured her. 

Maya sat up and kissed him deeply before sliding down his body and off of the desk. Adamien shivered as the cool air met his unsheathed dick. He watched as she held him in her hands with appreciative eyes. 

“I’ve missed this.” She whispered more to the dick than to him. 

“Hmm.” She moaned before taking him fully into her mouth. Maya wasted no time licking or kissing, no, she had every intention of being filled with him. If not her pussy, her mouth. He deserved nothing less. 

Eyes trained on him, she released all her frustrations, fulfilled all her fantasies, and fed her growing curiosity about the taste of his cum. To her disappointment it didn’t take long for his seed to spill into her mouth. She welcomed it, but she wished she’d had more time to put in the effort. 

Adamien cried out and shook beneath her. Maya loved it. She kept sucking, kept milking, licking the sides as she came back down. He wasn’t soft yet and to her that meant she wasn’t quite done with the job. Even with his hand pressing against her forehead, she felt compelled to continue. 

“Maya, please.” He groaned hoarsely. 

“Please what?” She asked coyly before placing him back in her mouth. 

“Ahhh.” He cried as she sucked the head for one last drop. 

Maya climbed back onto the desk and folded her body into his. The room was cold, but he was warm and she was tired. She smiled softly and snuggled closer when he began stroking her back. There were no regrets in the room, just heavy breathing, sweet sweat, and racing heartbeats. 

“What did you think of my note?” He asked, drawing circles on her back. 

Maya took a deep breath but remained silent.

“What is it?” He implored looking down at her. Maya looked away.

“Did you write that note so I’d sleep with you?” She asked hesitantly. He stiffened. 

“Did you sleep with me because I wrote the note?” 

He asked. 

“No, I kissed you first.”

“I asked you to dance.”

She looked at him. 

“You did. I was waiting for you. To ask me to dance that is. I turned everyone else down.”

He eyed her incredulously. 

“I couldn’t believe you were sitting all alone. I thought every man in there was a complete idiot and I couldn’t be one too.”

Maya smiled sweetly, shyly. Adamien liked it. He liked everything about her. 

“I don’t want to be one now either.” 

“Then don’t be.”

“I would like to date you.” He stated firmly pulling her closer.

“I would like that too.” She whispered feeling fulfilled in a space she didn’t know was depleted. 

“Good. Now can we get out of this classroom before I lose my job?” He said with halfhearted amusement. Maya could tell he truly was worried. 

“We can do whatever you like Professor Clark.”