She kisses me back instantly and I take the opportunity to pull her with me and walk us both into one of the stalls. I shut the door behind us and then turn her around, pinning her against the door.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I mumble against her soft lips.
“I know,” she responds smugly and I stick my tongue in her mouth, silencing her.
I feel her hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer and I groan into her mouth. My own hands wander over her body and finally plant it firmly on her ass as I cup it.
She detaches her lips from mine, hovering over me even though I keep trying to capture her lips again. She's goading me with her lips, moving closer then further again.
“You're such a tease,” I whine croakily, her alluring green eyes are peering up at me through her eyelashes.
“You love it,” she retorts, biting my bottom lip harshly and I moan in pain.
She envelops my lips once again finally and heat melts into my mouth. We meld into a frenzy, my hands hovering over every inch of her body as I kiss her passionately. I swear I could be starving and it wouldn't matter if I had her lips on mine.
She moans into my mouth and I move my hands to her cunt, over her trousers. The one day this girl decides to wear trousers, it has to be today?
“Please,” she pleads in between kisses, unzipping her trousers and pulling my hands down her panties.
Soaked. She is completely and utterly soaked and I'm revelling in it. I circle her swollen clit and she's whining, trying her best not to be too loud. I love that she has to fight that instinct.
“Fuck,” I mumble against her lips.
She moans hotly into my mouth as I enter a finger inside her tight, little pussy—I feel like such a natural at this and that's insane. I guess research really does pay off.
Or she just wants me really badly. I'm hoping it's the latter because I want her, all the time. I feel like I could crumble into an empty, dark void if I don't have my hands on Adaline Emery.
She's so warm, so tight, she's like a vice around my fingers and I'm losing my mind as I thrust into her.
“Fuck,” she moans and I detach my lips from her and open my eyes, I want to see her unravelled because of me
Her eyes flutters open too and she looks positively pleasured. She also looks beautiful, ethereal even. I want to keep going and make her cum, but the sound of the bathroom door opening startles me.
Instantly, I use my free hand to clamp her mouth shut, but I don't move my other hand from her panties. Her eyes widen and I feel her smiling against my mouth.
“We need to figure out how to cheat on this test, seriously.” I hear a voice say, high pitched and shrill.
“I hear Roy is handing out answers during lunch,” Another equally as high-pitched voice retorts.
I stare deep into Adaline's eyes and part of me is terrified that we're both going to be caught in here and my life will be over. The other part of me wants to make her cum like this, my hand over her mouth with people just outside.
I feel her move her hand trying to push my own hand further into her pussy, but I don't comply and I can feel how frustrated she is. After what feels like forever, I hear the two girls leave and the door slam shut.
Instantly, I exhale in relief and Adaline bites my hand lightly, causing me to detach my hand from her mouth and my other hand removes itself from her pants.
I rip some tissue from the holder and clean my fingers off. I do it all so quickly that it nearly gives me whiplash.
“Who's the tease now?” She says frustrated, but still light, like she understands that we can't continue, that I can't. Not when someone could walk in again. Someone who would see that two of us are in this stall together.
“You won’t be saying that tonight,” I retort, bringing a hand back to her waist and pulling her closer to my body.
“Is that a promise?” she responds teasingly, her arms encircled around my neck like its second nature.
When did this become so normal for us? Just touching each other and neither one of us is batting an eyelid.
I chuckle darkly. “No, it's a warning.”
She smirks at my response and leans in, but before her lips meet mine, I say something, because I feel like I'll explode if I don't. “I've been meaning to ask you something.”
