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CHAPTER 2 - Sex with the teacher part 2

Am a Brazilian writer so I’m sorry for the mistakes in the English language

CHAPTER 2

FLORA

Strangling the choice of clothing for the unknown to a place like this, he looks at me for one last time before crouching and holding my foot and carefully examining the sore spot.

I use his shoulders as support while he seems too worried to get up quickly and touches my elbow before shouting for the loud volume of the song.

“I’m not a doctor, but it’s better to put ice before it starts to swell, come with me!", even not knowing who he is, I follow him limping as he easily makes his way among the people around us.

When the man realizes I’m falling behind, I’m surprised to be lifted by his arms, my hands contour his neck as he leads us to the bar.

So close to his face, I can smell the scent of masculine scent so striking and exquisite, and as he walks with me in his lap, I’m worried about showing his ass if the dress decided to climb.

But I forget this detail when he sits me on one of the available stools and asks the bartender for ice to meet the request when he sees my condition.

After helping me put ice on my ankle, I’m mesmerized when the stranger gets up and at that moment the lights come on giving me the right opportunity to see his face carefully.

You know when you see a person so beautiful and perfect that it looks more like a mirage? This is my case right now, without blinking I observe every detail of the man who helped me.

It was not enough just to have black and smooth hair, the guy has a structured and well”made face, a fleshy and thin mouth, and eyes...

Although there is not so much light in the bar, I can decipher the blue color of the eyes that are fixed on me, he seems to do the same with me, His eyes descend through every part of my body and when he realizes what he is doing he shakes his head as if expelling inappropriate thoughts.

“Thank you for helping me, I’m Flora!", I present myself stretching his hand, he seems to hesitate, but ends up accepting the greeting.

“Flora, I’m Miguel. Does it hurt a lot?"

He seems to ask something, but my attention is on his mouth moving and the way he passes his tongue over his lower lip when he finishes saying.

“What did you say?", I frown and that seems to amuse him.

“My name is Miguel, and I asked if you are still in pain, maybe it is better to go to the hospital and do an X-ray to check.", I still can’t take my eyes off him and realize he’s holding a smile.

“Oh, no need! It soon improves!", I open a reassuring smile holding the ice bag over my ankle that does not seem to hurt much now.

“Are you alone?", he asks looking around us, but I deny it with a nod remembering my friends.

“No. They must be out there putting their tongue in someone’s mouth, I just came to celebrate my birthday and..."

“Is it your birthday? Congratulations, Flora!", he interrupts me with a gallant smile.

“Thank you!"

My God, why did I like the way my name came out of your tempting mouth?

“How old are you today?", Miguel asks asking for two glasses of water for the bartender.

“Twenty years...", I thank him when he hands me a bottle of water, without delay I open it and drink a long sip of the cold drink.

“You are very young...", he says with a serious expression and without believing I laugh and ask in a tone of provocation:

“And how old are you? Fifty?", I notice that he must be much older than me, but he’s very cute...

“Thirty-four!"

“Do not you drink, Miguel?", I notice him taking almost all the bottles of water.

“I can’t, I have to work early tomorrow, what is it?", he questions with furrowed forehead when I stare at him without blinking.

“I don’t mean to offend you, but you seem like the kind of person who’s very straight, the kind of person who’s too nice..."

“I assure you that I have nothing nice, Flora...", throat when he completes the sentence with a sexy wink.

By reflection, my eyes wander through the big hands and with protruding veins, I have a great fetish for male hands, especially for a guy like him.

I face both hands finding that there is no alliance or any mark of one.

Why is a man like that still single?

I take my eyes off her body and leave the ice bag that started to melt on the bar counter, testing my ankle when I stepped on the floor.

“All right?", he gets up quickly ready to hold me and it makes me smile.

“Yes, it’s just a little sore, but it will pass...", I lift my head finding your face next to mine.

His eyes are fixed in my mouth, I do the same with him feeling one of his hands touching my elbow and walking around my waist.

“I shouldn’t do that...", he says low and I can hear perfectly since the music seems to have stopped.

“That, what?", I whisper feeling her warm breath on my face.

He does not answer me, just pulls me against his body and kisses me with ardor, groaning delighted to feel the contact and softness of his lips that seem to devour mine.

I close my eyes and get lost in the sensations that this stranger is providing me, thirsting for more contact, my hands find their hair perfectly aligned and pulls the wires, Miguel seems to be feeling the same because he groans when our tongues meet.

His grip on my waist becomes firmer, this man has such a good grip that he can drive anyone crazy with just one touch.

I’m not a virgin or a fool, I’ve dated guys and kissed a lot of mouths, but no kiss I’ve given in my entire life compares to this one.

“Want to get out of here?", he asks with his forehead leaning against mine as we catch our breath lost by the kiss.

The adrenaline and excitement present in me shout louder and nod quickly, he smiles and seconds later we are heading to the exit of the club.

In a far corner, I see Tati kissing another girl, she spots me and widens her eyes when she sees Miguel next to me and our hands intertwined, I make a gesture warning that I call later and she responds with a smile and obscene gesture that simulates sex.

After about ten minutes in Miguel’s luxury car, we got off in our suite from an expensive motel that he made a point of paying for and choosing.

I didn’t expect anything else, I’m not the romantic type, I’m realistic enough to know that he wouldn’t take me to his house.

Miguel pushes the door of our suite and closes it with a kick before pushing me against the cold wall behind me, our mouths unite again with pure perfection.

I groan feeling one of her hands slowly rising the tight bar of my dress to the beginning of my thighs, not wanting to waste any more time, I begin to unbutton every miserable button of her shirt wishing to be able to tear everyone off with a single pull.

“Spread your legs...", the thick voice asked and promptly I did what he asked.

I hold myself on her bare shoulders trying to maintain balance when one of her hands finds the fabric of my panties and pulls the piece to the side.

“Fuck!", I swear against your mouth when I feel your finger touch me down there so masterfully it scares me.

I’m wet and surrendered in his arms, Miguel pushes his mouth away and starts to face every reaction of my face while his fingers continue with the tasty work of making me go crazy.

When he notices that my legs falter, Miguel lifts me against his body, I grip my thighs wrapped around his hip as he leads us to the huge bed with red satin lesions.

I’m almost begging him to fuck me at once, but I come to contemplate his divine body as he stands to remove the remains of the clothes.

My traitorous eyes wander through the long thick volume formed in the black underwear, tightening their thighs to each other trying to control the desire and the fire present in this room when he walks down the box quickly.

The member jumps out in all his glory, Miguel notices where I’m looking and approaches with a sly smile on his face, he puts himself between my legs and helps me remove the dress.

“I want to own you in every corner of this room, Flora!", he exclaims with dilated pupils while watching my body covered only by black lace panties since the dress did not need a bra.

“So do it...", I say closing my eyes when your hands find my breasts and squeeze my skin.

I’m not a saint, I’ve never been, say I’m experienced in the sex requirement, but this man makes me question all my skills in bed.

“It is bruised, so I will be nice to you and possess in comfortable positions...", warns intertwining fingers in my panties before removing it completely.

I bite my lips hard when your head bends, I writhe in bed to feel your tongue and your warm lips kissing the lower skin of my thighs, I raise my head seeing a scene that will forever be in my memory.

He gives me one last wistful look before deepening his mouth in my intimacy, a loud groan escapes me and I try my best not to scream when the climax gets closer and closer.

“What do you want, Flora? Say!", he asks when I’m on the edge.

“I want you so bad, please!", he smiles penetrating me with one finger and adding the other when a scream of mine is heard throughout the room when I reach the apex of desire.

I close my eyes feeling the spasms in my body, take a deep breath and open my eyes again and see that Miguel drags his mouth through my belly until he reaches my skin that seems to weigh and warm in his presence and approach.

I pull back his hair which is now messy and rebellious leaving him with an air of savagery, his teeth and tongue suck and nibble each breast with intensity, I feel my energies recover as the fire returns to grow between us.

Determined to give him the same pleasure that he gave me a few minutes, I change our positions starting to mount him, smiling before holding his limb between my hands and sliding his fingers from the base to the protruding tip.

Everything in it is perfect and beautiful which amazes me.

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