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Despite Lily's insistence on studying, I consistently outscored her in class. Whenever we tackled homework together, she'd lean on me for help. Our heads bent close over the desk, I explained a math problem, but my right hand wandered, brushing her waist. Through her thin jacket, her skin felt warm and soft, stirring thoughts I couldn't shake—images of peeling off her clothes and losing ourselves on the bed.
Lily didn't react, focusing on my explanation as if my touch was invisible.
Unsatisfied, I slipped my hand under her jacket, grazing the smooth warmth of her skin. I gave a gentle pinch, savoring the moment.
Before I could get carried away, she jabbed my other hand with her pen's tip without a word. I yelped, yanking my hand back, and shot her a pitiful look.
She met my gaze, then burst into laughter—for reasons I couldn't guess. In that same moment, an accidental "pfft" escaped her, breaking the silence.
The room froze in awkwardness. Her cheeks flushed crimson. I grinned, teasing, "What was that you said?"
"I… didn't say anything," she stammered, mortified.
"Just now," I pressed, keeping a straight face. "That 'pfft'—what was it?"
Realizing I was messing with her, her blush deepened. "I said I love you," she snapped, voice sharp with embarrassment.
I feigned shock, laughing. "Your love's coming out like that now?"
Fuming, she grabbed the pen and pricked my hand again. I dodged, howling dramatically, "Ow, mercy!"
"I can't study with you like this," she said, stuffing her books into her backpack. "I'm going home."
I couldn't let her leave—not when I was this worked up. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, "Come on, Lily, don't go. I'm dying without you here."
She paused, turning to face me, exasperated. "You're impossible. Let go."
"Not happening," I said, tightening my grip.
"Alex, let go," she insisted, squirming.
"Nope."
She tried prying my arms off, but her strength was no match for mine. I was too far gone to care about restraint. Catching her off guard, I nudged her toward the desk, one arm around her waist, the other fumbling with her pants' button.
Pinned against the desk, her upper body leaned forward, hands bracing against the edge. She struggled, twisting to break free, but I held firm. This wasn't our first rodeo—I had her pants and underwear down in seconds, revealing the smooth curve of her hips, accentuated by her position.
My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, tugging my own pants down, my body already reacting, hard and ready.
"Alex, what are you doing?" Her voice trembled, a mix of nerves and defiance.
"You know what," I murmured, grinning.
"If you push me, I'm telling Victoria!" she warned, but her protest faltered as I pressed closer, my body brushing against hers. I could feel her warmth, already slick with anticipation.
"You're this ready and still acting shy?" I teased, my voice low in her ear.
Her blush spread to her neck, her teeth biting her lip as her breathing quickened. She seemed to give in, her body softening, no longer fighting.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Guiding myself, I eased forward, feeling her tightness envelop me. A wave of pleasure hit, and I let out a shaky breath, sinking deeper.
Lily gasped, her body arching slightly as she gripped the desk. Driven by heat, I moved faster, each thrust deliberate, her soft moans spurring me on.
Her slender frame trembled with each impact, her hands clutching the desk for balance. My pants, bunched at my thighs, limited my movement, but the tightness only intensified everything, her warmth gripping me in a way that drove me wild.
"Alex… slow down," she murmured, her voice shaky. "It's… too much."
I chuckled, breathless. "Too much? You're practically drowning me here."
She grabbed a pillow from the chair beside her and flung it at my face. I laughed, catching it, and teased, "Oh, you're fighting back now? Bold move!"
Her eyes flashed with mock anger. "You're crazy!"
Grinning, I leaned into it, each thrust harder, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. Her gasps turned to soft cries, her body rocking with mine.
Lily was tall but delicate, her frame slight compared to mine. Each movement felt like it filled her completely, pushing her to the edge. Her skin flushed pink, her breaths coming in short, desperate bursts.
My hands slid under her jacket, tracing the smooth curve of her waist until they found the soft weight of her chest. Even through her top, I could feel her body responding, her breath hitching as I teased her.
Her legs shook, her heels lifting slightly off the floor as she gripped the desk tighter, her moans growing unsteady.
I wanted to strip her down completely, but I couldn't stop moving. Instead, I kept one hand on her chest, the other steadying her hips, lost in the rhythm.
It had been too long, and the intensity was building too fast. A faint urge crept up, and I paused, catching my breath. Taking the chance, I tugged her jacket and top off, leaving her in just her undershirt, my hands roaming freely now.
"My legs… they're numb," she panted, tapping her toes against the floor, trembling.
The desk wasn't ideal—it limited us, especially with her half-resisting. I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to the bed, still connected, each step sending a jolt through us both.
On the bed, I slipped off her sneakers, lifting her feet—still in light yellow socks—and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply. The faint, tangy scent of her was intoxicating, sending another rush through me.
"Pervert," she muttered, her cheeks burning as she yanked her feet away.
I reached for her pants, but she pushed my hands aside, stripping them off herself along with her underwear. Embarrassed under my gaze, she pulled the blanket over her lower body, leaving just her flushed face peeking out, shy but inviting.
The sight pushed me over the edge. I climbed onto the bed, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. With a single thrust, I sank back into her, her body arching as she let out a trembling moan.
Gripping her legs, I moved with abandon, her hands clutching the blanket as she rocked beneath me. "Alex… slower," she gasped. "It hurts a bit…"
"Hurts?" I teased, breathless. "You're making a mess down there."
She groaned, tossing another pillow at me. I caught it, laughing. "Oh, you're in trouble now!" I teased, leaning in with renewed energy, each movement deeper, more intense.
Her slender frame quivered, her moans filling the room as we lost ourselves in the moment, the world fading away.