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head tilted back and a small, crooning sound fell from his lips. Eva’s heart raced at this audible proof she could give him pleasure. Much of her hesitancy disappeared, her confidence grew.
    In class Mr Traverns was not one to hand out praise unreservedly. She had not expected him to become some flowery-prosed partner, effusive in his approval. Eva cherished that small cry and the physical proof in her hands of her effect upon him.
    Actions, not necessarily words, were what she knew Aiden could and would give to her. And while many boys she knew might wax lyrical or sigh wistfully into her ear, right now it was action which Eva required.
    Licking her lips in anticipation of further pleasure, Eva wished she could absorb the hissed sound of strained pleasure that now escaped Aiden’s lips. Curious, she grew bolder and began to explore. Experimentally, she caressed her fingers over the top of his cockhead. Slick with his pre-cum, the sensitive tip felt hot to her touch.
    Her fingers were now wet and sticky with the thin fluid of Aiden’s juices, and Eva pressed her hands down tightly on his shaft. She moved down his length, memorising every bump, ridge and vein along his thick and impossibly long cock. Her breaths were coming in fast gasps and she could hear Aiden panting more heavily as well.
    As arousal blossomed through her body, Eva’s movements became slower, jerkier. The tingling that had begun as a faint flicker down in her pussy lips ignited into a fierce burning. She yearned to touch herself—or better yet, for Aiden to caress her, lick her and suck her clit or lower lips into his hot mouth.
    Eva watched the slick, red head of Aiden’s prick penetrate the hole created by her two hands. His hips did not cant upwards; she still worked him with increasing pressure. Despite his evident arousal, Aiden was not yet lost enough to thrust himself up into her. Something about the tightness of Aiden’s jaw muscles suggested to Eva that he was struggling within himself.
    It was as she shifted her position slightly on the hard wooden chair that Eva caught a fleeting glance of Aiden’s hands. His fingers were gripping the edge of the desk. His digits looked as if they should cramp from the force he exerted. The knuckles of his hands were white with the strain.
    Eva realised Aiden was holding back for her. The evident effort it cost him to cling to the desk, to effectively restrain his hands, touched her deeply. All too often she had heard other girls whispering about how the boys pawed at them, grabbing at them as if they needed to get as much as they could as quickly as possible.
    To see her teacher hold himself back added weight to what she had already decided for herself. Despite his sometimes harsh, unyielding demeanour, Aiden was not an abusive or cruel man. He was not mean, or vindictive. Prince Charming he was not, but neither did she think he would purposely hurt her—at least not in a manner she didn’t secretly burn for.
    Eva could see such depth to him, such darkness that called to a small part of her soul. It had been this knowledge, coupled with a desperate hunger for the man to possess her body and introduce her to sexual pleasures she could only dream of, that had given her the brazen courage to close the door to his office and willingly walk into this particular detention.
    She knew from carefully watching him that this man could teach her things. Eva saw a vast pool of potential knowledge in the darkness that lurked beneath his eyes and the arrogant tilt to the corner of his mouth. His every mannerism insisted silently to her that he knew secrets—lewd, deliciously degrading things that would have her screaming as she came hard against his hand or mouth or impaled upon his cock. Aiden Traverns tempted her unbearably without even knowing it.
    It was experience of these things, a lust for the darker side to passion that had urged her to offer herself to this man as best she knew how. Eva knew enough about