The Master's Lessons by Isadora Rose Page B

you!”
    The
headmaster’s face contorted, and to her frustration he briefly
stilled his deep thrusts into her cunt. “James, Amelia. My name is
James, and if you wish to be allowed to climax you will use
it!”
    Amelia’s breath
caught in her throat, and then she slumped beneath him as her
tongue darted out across her lips. “James,” she said, so quietly
that she barely even heard herself speak. “James, this is the
sweetest torture I have ever known, but I am begging you to allow
me to climax for you now!”
    He held her
gaze for a moment longer, then jerked his head. “Amelia, I am just
as unable to refuse you as you are me,” he said hoarsely, then
wound one hand through her tousled hair as the other moved steadily
lower. She tensed in feverish anticipation, and Cooper flashed her
a fierce smile when he drew his cock back to ease into her once
more as his fingers captured her aching clit.
    She shuddered
violently and rocked against his hand, pushing back against his
cock as she did so until he was buried inside her. He drew a
shallow breath, betraying how near he too was to his climax as he
skilfully manipulated her clit, each flick and gentle pinch pushing
her inexorably nearer until Amelia shattered and lurched into the
most powerful orgasm she had ever known, every last inch of her
body aflame with pleasure as she sobbed out his name and jerked
helplessly beneath him, powerless to do anything but reach back and
hold onto the headmaster as her anchor in a world that held only
the two of them. It spun wildly around her as wave after wave of
pleasure crashed through her heated blood, and Cooper held her
tightly and crooned her name like a mantra to hold onto before,
with one last, deep thrust, he collapsed on top of her and gave
himself over to the thrill of his own release.
    Exhausted by
the force of the ecstasy she felt, she whimpered quietly and fisted
the sheets, content to wait until he had ridden out the tide of his
orgasm, for somehow the intimacy they still shared was something
she could not bear to relinquish. Finally the headmaster pulled his
spent cock out of her with a low, muttered curse of awe and sank to
the floor, stretching up a hand to pull her with him and seat her
in his lap.
    He cradled her
against his chest and they stayed like that for a few minutes, the
silence far from uncomfortable. The only sound was that of their
breathing as it settled out, and if she tried, she could almost
imagine that they were alone in the world. The school and all its
cares no longer mattered, and as for any man that was not the
headmaster, none of them even registered in the haze of her mind.
When she finally looked up at him again, she found him watching her
intently, his head tilted to the side and his eyes softer than she
had ever seen them.
    “Good?” she
asked faintly.
    Cooper kissed
her still feverish brow. “The very best, my dear; and still there
is so much more to come. The night is still young, after all.”
    Amelia wrapped
her legs around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder, barely
able to breathe when he lowered his head until it was a mere inch
away from hers. Already she felt his cock harden again against the
soft curve of her stomach, and it was a temptation she could not
resist. Without speaking, she held the headmaster’s gaze and
shifted slightly until his cock pushed against the wet heat of her
cunt, and his eyes darkened rapidly in clear comprehension of the
mute invitation. She arched and hooked her arms around his sinewy
neck as his cock twitched impatiently. “Then please, sir...may I
have some more?”
    He smiled as he
staggered back to his feet without releasing his hold on her.
“Always, my dear. This is one fount that will never run dry, I
assure you of that!”
    She sighed
softly, even as her body tautened in debauched anticipation. “Then
let us waste no more time, James. If you want me, take me.”
    “Aye!”
    They tumbled
into bed as one, frantic urgency consuming