Excerpt from Lessons for Teacher

WARNING: Adult content ahead!

“Maybe I should be on top,” she said breathlessly, surprised by her own courage.
His nostrils flared. “Yeah?”
Nerves skittered through her as she sat up to make room for him. She hadn’t done a good job in the past, but she’d never been quite so motivated. “If I’m not any good, we can try another way.”
“Sweetheart, that’s so not what I’m worried about.”
He took up most of the bed, so she wondered how to mount him as she shimmied out of the thong. Carefully, she straddled him, barely finding space for her knees beside his hips. He stroked his palms up her thighs as she curled her hand around the base of his cock to bring him inside. “I’m worried about beating you to the finish.”
“I’m sure you can find a way to remedy that, should it happen.” She lifted up, dragged the head of his cock over her slick cleft, teasing her clit for a minute. She’d never had the confidence to do this, couldn’t believe she had the confidence now, sliding her hand up and down, her pussy up and down, watching his reaction. He held his breath, his hands on her hips. She took pity on him and took him into her, inch by inch. The tendons in his throat tensed, as well as his fingers on her hips, but he didn’t thrust up into her. Still, she felt the quivering in his body that told him he wanted her to take all of him.
Now.
So she did, wincing only a little when the head of his cock butted her cervix. God, she had never been so filled, so stretched, and she rolled into him, wanting to build on the sensation. She explored angles and rhythms while Brady choked out breaths beneath her, grasping for control as she discovered the effect his body could have on hers. His fingers relaxed when she found just the right angle, where the tip of his cock rubbed against a pleasurable spot, a pleasure that heightened when he added the brush of his thumb over her clit, rewarding her for each stroke, encouraging her to take him deeper, harder, faster.
The freedom, the power, was incredibly liberating. She was no longer aware of the protesting springs of the mattress—until the bed collapsed beneath them.