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Lessons	By : nedyah Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Resuming his seduction, Hayden removed my shirt and tossed it to the floor. Touching his pouting lips to my skin, he tenderly kissed my neck and the inviting curve of my shoulder, while simultaneously sweeping his long, graceful fingers across the exposed flesh at the tops of my breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he husked, his voice soft and seductive. Listening to him, feeling his sensual touch, I sighed and allowed the pleasant sensations he was instilling to wash over me in wave after delicious wave of bliss. The fleeting moments when I’d been capable of resisting him were long gone. He’d taken me over, brought me to the point of no return, and effectively dispensed the guilt-laden thoughts I’d once held regarding the two of us, far from my mind.

Aroused beyond description, I zealously grasped the bottom of Hayden’s t-shirt. Pulling it up over his head, my eyes landed upon his smooth chest, and the cut of his perfectly sculpted abs. ‘Damn he’s gorgeous’, I silently mused, as straightaway, my internal monologue escaped my parted lips in the form of a muted gasp. Drinking him in with my eyes, I bit gently at my bottom lip, as liquid heat readily made it’s way downward within my core, soaking the soft, inner lining of my panties with the evidence of my desire. Reaching out to touch him, I slid my hand over his torso, across the hard muscles decorating his chest and stomach… muscles shaped by countless, strenuous hours of hockey. He was a vision to behold and then some. Dressed in his everyday clothes he was a stunning young man, but out of them, he was indescribably beautiful in a way I hadn’t expected.

“Is something wrong?” Hayden inquired, smirking with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, apparently enjoying my obvious excitement to his half-naked body.

“Nothing, I just…” I trailed off. Distracted by Hayden’s hands behind my back, I neglected to continue with my response as he busily worked the rear clasp of my bra. Unfastening it, he did so effortlessly, suggesting that mine was not the first he’d removed. Sliding the black, satin straps down the slopes of my shoulders, he hooked his finger through the material between the lacy cups and pulled it from my chest before carelessly throwing it to the floor beside my blouse. Pausing for a moment, he allowed his young eyes to delight in the newfound treasure he had uncovered.

“Come here,” he whispered. Motioning to me with his curved finger, he beckoned to me, and instinctively I did exactly as he requested. Edging closer to him, I longed for him to do more than just look at me. I wanted more… yearned for it, craved the moist touch of his lips upon my breasts.

As though he’d read my mind, he eagerly positioned his face between my hardened peaks. Inhaling deeply, he looked up at me from the tops of his blue eyes. “That smell… vanilla and sugar. You’ve been tormenting me with it every day since I first met you, when you would linger over me, pointing something out to me in one of my books, wearing those tight, soft sweaters. God, I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted you for so long. And, I know you’ve wanted me too. You can’t deny it anymore, Paige, not after this,” he insisted. Caressing the curved edge of my cleavage as he spoke, he utilized a feather soft touch. Grazing my skin with the warm tips of his fingers, he held my gaze, his blue eyes slightly squinted, intense, and piercing… silently warning me of all of the forbidden things he planned to do to me in the hours to come.

Encouraging him to do anything and everything he pleased, I gently tossed my head back, signaling to him that I wanted more. Fortunately for me, he was happy to give me exactly what I wanted. Moving his fingertips beneath my waiting breasts, he cupped them in his hands, as he urged them upward to meet his lips. Gliding his tongue across each hardened nipple, he sent decadent shivers to my most intimate of places, as I moaned in response with pleasure, finally giving myself permission to be with him, and to allow him to touch me, just as he had done so many times before in my most secret, illicit fantasies.

Lifting his head, once again ensnaring me with his alluring stare, he mischievously smirked at me amid his efforts. Chronologically, he was still the same schoolboy he’d always been, but at the same time, in a handful of minutes, he had somehow transformed into more than that. Before my eyes he’d become a smoldering, skilled seducer who knew exactly what he wanted and precisely what he needed to do to obtain it.

“What?” I softly cooed. Lightly dragging my fingers along the outer edge of his cheek, I spoke to him of my desire with nothing save my eyes as I contemplated the way he made me feel. While most men I’d been involved with had been selfish to a fault, more concerned with their own satisfaction in intimate matters, than in anything else, Hayden was the polar opposite. It was obvious he enjoyed pleasing me. Why he enjoyed it though, was somewhat of a mystery. Perhaps it was because he wanted to prove to me, that when it came to seduction, his age (as he had insisted so many times before) was completely irrelevant. I had to admit, I had been wrong in making it an issue. He was right. Despite the fact that Hayden was only eighteen-years-old and a virgin as well, he truly was more than a match for me. This was one instance when I was thrilled to have made an incorrect assumption.

“How does that feel? Do you like this? Do you still think I’m just a boy?” he asked. Rubbing one of my rigid nipples between his thumb and middle finger, he pulled on it slightly, just enough to arouse me, and send pins and needles tingling within my depths. Neglecting to wait for my reply, he leaned in closely to my face and nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth, only to crash against my mouth with his own in a passionate kiss.

Responding in turn, I wrapped my arms around his lower back and smoothed my hands over the warmth of his bare skin as I continued to kiss him. Lifting one leg to the cushion of the couch, I spread my legs and pulled him inward, wanting to feel the hardness of his sex pressed against my center, wanting to relieve the aching and the desire I felt for him, throbbing between my thighs. I was beyond aroused. I couldn’t remember ever having wanted anyone more before in my life. I had to wonder, how did he know just how to touch me? How was it possible for him to stir sensations and emotions within me that the men I’d slept with before him, men fifteen years his senior had been unable to provoke? It didn’t make sense. But, perhaps it wasn’t meant to.

Lost in my thoughts, I was taken by surprise when he broke our kiss, and guided a strand of hair behind my ear. Remaining silent, he stared at me, his eyes serious and intent. It was as though he was reading me, as though he was deciphering my innermost thoughts. If I hadn’t known better, then and there I might have believed that Hayden’s true lessons, over the course of the past two years that he’d spent with me, had been in telepathy, rather than in English and Math.
“You’re wondering how I’m able to make you feel this way, aren’t you? How I’m able to touch you in the ways you like to be touched?” he whispered. Bringing his lips to the curve of my ear as he spoke, his warm breath filled my head like vaporized sex, preventing me from thinking of anything else other than how wonderful it would feel when I finally had him exactly where I wanted him… inside of me.

“Hayden, I… yes, you said you were…” Interrupting me, he placed his finger gently upon my lips and proceeded to speak to me in a muted, seductive tone. Entwining the opposing fingers of his free hand through the back of my hair, he used the grip it provided to bring my eyes level with his.

“I know because I’ve always wanted this. Every minute… it’s been you; every thought has been about you. You think I’m too young. You think I’m just a schoolboy playing a game, trying to push your buttons. But, you’re wrong. Just because I haven’t had sex, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to please you. All I want is to please you, to make you feel good, to touch you, to be with you. And besides, I never said I was a virgin at other things”, he reminded me, in his usual, less than subtle manner.

With a faint smile shaping my lips as I listened to Hayden’s statement, for once, I felt no fear or guilt as I looked into his eyes. Instead, I felt something else, something indescribable and new. Without delay, tears pooled behind my lashes, brought about by the sincerity of his words, as a sense of warmth overtook me, the warmth not only of passion, but the warmth of something… more. Not only could Hayden play upon my baser desires, he also had the ability to play upon my heart. In truth though, I had to admit it had always been this way.

From the beginning, from the very first time I saw that sweet smile of his, and heard his gentle laugh, he had wrapped me around his finger despite my rigorous attempts to prevent that very thing from happening. Granted, I had always possessed feelings for him. But until today, until he touched me, and until he spoke to me with sincerity and genuine emotion, I hadn’t realized how deeply they ran. Touching him, being close to him, kissing him… all served to coerce me into owning up to the fact that my emotions for him were in fact very real, and unbelievably strong. And with that admission taking shape within my mind, I realized I was in trouble. So much for making it through just one more day, I silently thought.

Stirring me away from my thoughts, Hayden trailed his fingers along the waistband of my jeans. Standing up, he brought me along with him, as he unfastened the top button, unzipped my zipper, and slowly eased the denim fabric downward from my hips along with my panties, removing them both in one, single effort.

Naked, I stood before him, as my core sent urgent, unending throbbing sensations to my brain, demanding to be satisfied. Capturing his line of sight, I felt both vulnerable and excited all at once as I noted the way his gaze lingered upon me. Forming his lips into a wicked, seductive smile, he drank me in, and assumed the upper hand in our tryst. Effectively unnerving me in the most delicious of ways, he relentlessly devoured every inch of my body with his eyes. Beginning at my firm breasts and my pink nipples, he stared at my chest for a long moment, before lowering his eyes to my stomach, my neck, and my face. I wasn’t sure whether to be aroused or embarrassed.

“Teach me,” he husked. Teach me how to make love to you, how to please you.”

“First,” I said, unfastening his jeans and pulling them down with a swift yank, “how about I please you? After that, we can begin your real lesson… together. This is just the warm-up, Hayden,” I teased. Urging his boxers down around his ankles, I sighed aloud as I acquired my first glimpse of his sex. Hardening and expanding before my eyes, it was stiff, firm, and practically calling out to be tasted. Gorgeous and firmer than firm, it was generous in size, and perfectly shaped, with a large head, and a thick, smooth shaft. I couldn’t wait to lick it, to suck it, to taste its saltiness, and feel the velvety softness of it sliding against my lips and tongue.

Without bothering to verbalize a reply, Hayden kicked his jeans aside, and sent a sultry gaze my way… a gaze capable of making any woman do anything that he desired. Hooking his hand around my neck, he aggressively urged my mouth to his as he forcefully kissed me. Stabbing me with his tongue, he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked me back, hard. I parted my lips slightly and gasped for air, but instead I found his firm, soft, lips, and strong, passionate tongue. Deep down I felt myself respond in a manner in which I had never responded to a man before. He knew how to kiss, and he knew the power he held in that ability, and in those lips, those full, irresistible lips.

Finally releasing his grip upon my neck, he guided me downward to my knees, signaling that he was ready for the pleasure that I had previously promised him. Apparently he wanted to be tasted as much as I wanted to taste. With that in mind, I slowly ran my tongue over the clear drop of sweet desire at the tip of his petal-soft head while concurrently reaching between his thighs to caress his soft male orbs with my hand. Running my tongue up the length of his shaft, I swirled it around the head several times in slow, languid strokes, savoring his unique flavor, inhaling his provocative male scent as I worked.

Servicing Hayden, balancing myself on my knees before him in the position of the submissive, when for so long I’d been the dominant presence in his life, was an erotic experience beyond compare. I was turned on… unequivocally aroused. I could think of nothing but him, of nothing other than the sex I wanted to have with him. But, why? I had to wonder? Was it his age? Was it the fact that he was my student? Was it his undeniable sexiness? Was it a little bit of all of those things in combination? I had to admit, that that was most likely what it was. All of those factors meant Hayden was forbidden… a sweet delicious taboo in the flesh that made me crazy with want.

Continuing to fondle and caress him, I slid my lips downward along his erection, until my nose was practically smashed against the dark blonde hair covering his groin. Taking him into my throat as far as I could, I relaxed my mouth as Hayden instinctively began to thrust his sex between my lips and over my tongue. Crying out as he moved, he voiced random words of pleasure and the overall sound of satisfaction, the sound of finally having gotten what for so long he’d wanted… me, his teacher, on my knees servicing him, and not only servicing him but also enjoying it.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I was delighting in the act. The aching between my legs testified of that. In need of relief of my own, I lowered my free hand and ran it through my folds, which by now were soaked, nearly to the point of dripping, as I glanced up at him and noticed him watching me. Intently, his eyes followed the movement of my fingers as I touched myself. “Do you like to watch?” I softly inquired.

He didn’t respond but the look upon his face told me everything I needed to know. He was definitely enjoying the visual. Tightly gripping the back of my head, he focused his eyes upon my hand as I stroked my sex, while simultaneously guiding me, or should I say encouraging me along his arousal. He didn’t have to. I knew very well what to do to set him off, but for whatever reason, he wanted to. It seemed to somehow enhance the experience for him, and I had to believe this was because for once it allowed him to usurp the position of control… control I was happy to give him over me.

Pushing and pulling my mouth up and down along his shaft, he alternated his gaze between the two decadent shows playing out before him, as his eyes drifted from my lips, which were busily circling and massaging his rigid staff, to my fingers, actively fondling my own nether lips below.

Panting, Hayden’s perfect pout was slightly parted. His breaths shallow as they whispered over his moist lips in rapid wisps of air. Suddenly, I felt his body tense, his erection grow and become harder still within my mouth. I knew his climax was near. With that in mind, I licked him a final time before ceasing my oral endeavors at his center. Grasping his glistening sex in my hand, I presumed to slide it up and down from the base of his manhood to the smooth tip, encouraging his oncoming orgasm.

After bestowing him with a few firm strokes, he silently signaled to me that the time was near. Throwing his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes and quietly moaned my name. Taking my cue, I positioned his pulsating masculinity in front of my face, and directed his silken essence onto my lips and into my mouth, as he looked down and opened his eyes to watch the last spurt roll over my waiting tongue.

With a soft smile gracing his lips, he attempted to recover and regain his breath. Inhaling and exhaling in audible gasps, he guided me up from my knees and brought me eye level with him once again, as I licked his release from my lips. Wiping traces of it from my cheeks and chin with my fingertips, I swallowed it, relishing the salty, sweet taste as I donned an artificial aura of demureness. “So how did you like your first lesson?” I asked. Peering into Hayden’s waiting eyes, I looked downwardly somewhat, waiting for his reply.

“What do you think?” he purred. “But, you know, Paige… the lesson is just beginning.” With a devilish grin, Hayden grabbed my arm and rapidly led me upstairs to the privacy of his room.

Flinging the door open on its hinges, he slammed it closed behind him and threw me onto the large, soft chair in the right corner. Grabbing the stereo remote, with the touch of a button he turned it on, and instantly rock music shattered our previously quiet surroundings. But I didn’t mind. In fact I welcomed the noise, and simply allowed it to add to the intensity of the moment, to the intensity of the naughty things we had done thus far, and to the intensity of the even naughtier things I knew we would soon partake of.

Tossing the remote aside Hayden knelt before me. Grabbing my legs, he pulled my naked hips to the edge of the cushion, and with a lusty look frolicking within his mesmerizing blues; he put his mouth on my sex, as though he knew exactly what to do. Working his tongue between my folds, and across the hidden gem at the top of my femininity, liquid excitement readily seeped from within me in response. He hadn’t lied when he claimed he wasn’t a virgin in all things. Based on the skills he was currently displaying, I was positive that oral sex on with a woman was something he definitely had experience in… something he’d definitely done a time or two before.

Steadily nuzzling the perfect v between my legs, Hayden moved his efforts downward now and then to lick my creamy thighs, as I eagerly looked on. Growing increasingly aroused with each flick of his tongue, I gripped his head. Threading my fingers through his soft blonde curls, I guided him at my will, despite the fact that truly, there was no need to guide or instruct my student in this regard. Licking me as though he were a man well skilled in the art of seduction, I silently wondered where he’d learned to do so. All the same though, I didn’t care. Nothing mattered to me now, nothing save the insistent throbbing and desire streaming through my veins.

Practically on fire, my body was humming with sexual energy as Hayden continued to aggressively, eagerly, passionately fall upon me. Intermittently, as he kissed me in my most intimate of places, he would look up at me and catch my gaze along the way. He knew I was watching him, and the idea of him knowing that, and of him knowing that I was enjoying the decadent things he was doing to me, added a certain deliciousness to the illicit act.

“Hayden, yes, please… don’t stop,” I softly cried out, unsure of how long I would be able to hold my internal floodgates at bay before I found myself arriving in his mouth.

Lost in the throes of pleasure, I closed my eyes and rested my head on the cushion behind me, reveling in the sensation of Hayden’s warm tongue upon my sex, only to feel his long fingers enter me and thrust deeply inside. Surprised, I opened my eyes and there he was. With his head and shoulders between my hips, he paused for a moment, waiting for my gaze to meet his own. The instant I locked eyes with him, he threw me one of his infamous, ‘I told you so’ smirks, and then proceeded to mercilessly finger me.

Curling his fingers inward, he moved them back and forth, playing upon my g-spot with perfect pressure, precise speed, and undeniable intensity. Inhaling a quick breath, I gripped the fabric of the cushion on either side of me, as my heart pounded beneath my breasts. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard, perhaps harder than I ever had before. Permitting the delightful waves of ecstasy to consume my body, I surrendered to my climax, as waves of satisfaction rippled through my contracting core. Bucking my sex against his dexterous hand, I urged his fingers more deeply within my abyss, as I simultaneously called out his name, “Hayden, yes, Hayden, fuck!” I shamelessly called out.

With a satisfied grin upon his face, he withdrew his fingers from within my hidden heat, and brought them to my lips. Placing a single digit inside of my mouth, he moved it in and out between my parted lips like a miniature version of his sex, as he looked on, watching me partake of, and taste my recent climax upon his finger.

“So, right about now, I bet you can’t help but ask yourself which one of us is the true student in this lesson, can you?” he asked. Notably cocky, he pressed his lips to mine and spoke to me in a tone barely louder than a whisper.

“Don’t gloat. Get on the bed, Hayden,” I demanded. Finding my way to my feet, I grabbed his hand and pushed him onto the mattress behind us. With an audible thud, Hayden crashed back first onto the bed, his erection stiff, and ready to go for a second time, despite the fact that a barely twenty minutes had passed since he’d been hard last. Reaching upward with his arms, he gripped the cool, metal, top corners of the brass headboard, as though he were waiting for me, waiting to see what I’d do next.

Realizing that it was my turn to take over the role of teacher, yet again, I centered every ounce of my attention upon what I knew we were about to do. Carefully, I approached him and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Leaning down, I kissed his lips, sharing a long, sensual, oral embrace with him, before eagerly reaching between my legs to grab his hard shaft and ease it into my delicate softness.

Positioning the large head at the tip of his shaft against my wet lips, I sighed as he penetrated me. Filling me completely, he slid his rigid arousal through my slickness, ramming its hardness into me. It was a feeling I wished I could bottle and save forever. Staring into his eyes, I placed my hands on his chest, as he thrust once into my core. Instantaneously, undeniable heat spread throughout my interior like a roaring bonfire, urging me to guide him deeper inside… and I did.

Grinding on his firm flesh, I began a rhythmic, rocking motion, as all rational thought fled my mind. All that mattered to me was him, and what was happening between us. Looking down at his face, at his beautiful youthful face, and his gorgeous features wrought with pleasure, I rode him, filled with ecstasy, as he hungrily grabbed at my breasts. He made me feel as though he could never get enough of me, would never tire of me, and as though he could only satisfy his hunger inside of me. In that moment, I became his. In that instant, the second he had entered me, he owned me. I lived only for him, and for the pleasure we were sharing. He had become my reason for existing.

Making love our first time, for what felt like hours, I silently wished our time together would never end. Everything about the encounter was flawless, from his perfectly timed strokes rocketing through me like the sting of a whip on my skin, to the way he possessively gripped me and claimed me. It was though it was meant to be, as though all our lives we’d been building up to this moment in time, when we’d finally come together and connect in this intimate way.

Slowly, I arched against him, moving my hips, seeking out my eventual climax, as I pushed him further and further up an unfamiliar incline he’d never experienced before. Although he had been a virgin when we had initially begun, as I writhed on top of him and him beneath me, it was evident he was giving to me, everything I gave to him, if not more, and I fervently accepted it all.

Overwhelmed with passion and emotion, I felt the first ripples of release beginning to flutter within my body. Wanting to claim my orgasm, I fully lowered my chest onto his, firmly pressing both my hips and my body against him. Seductively, my breasts slid against the smooth skin covering his pecs, our sweat serving as a natural lubricant, assisting us as we glided in pleasure and unison together toward the ecstasy calling our names. Placing my face close to his, I urgently crashed my lips to his mouth in a desperate kiss, as I finally arrived. Calling out his name once again, just as I had previously that day, I attempted to speak amidst our impassioned kiss. “Hayden, f**k, I’m coming, Hayden, Hayden…” I panted.

Finding the small of my back with his hands, he pressed me deeper still onto his thick extension, intensifying my orgasm with his efforts, as he thrust upward more intensely into me, experiencing an orgasm of his own. Breaking our lip lock, he called out my name loudly, huskily, passionately. His eyes were closed, and his features suggested that any care he might have had before that moment, had all but vanished from consciousness, as he lost himself in his personal bliss.

With my body still resting on top of his and his sex still buried inside me, I relaxed completely, reveling in the intimacy between us and in the tenderness of the moment… in our first time. His warm breath flittered across the sex-dampened skin of my back, bringing a content smile to my face. After having fought it for so long, I was glad it finally happened… glad to be with him, lying there with him in his embrace. More than that though, I was thankful that he had refused to continue to allow me to deny my feelings for him. In a whispered voice, I asked, “So, what do you think? Was that the best lesson I’ve taught you yet?”

“What do you mean?” he asked with a hint of well-earned smugness. “I mean, you can’t honestly tell me that you still really believe that you were the only teacher here today?”

Resigning my efforts to play the all-knowing instructor of love, I sighed with defeat, “No, I can’t. I honestly can’t. You’re right. You were, well, you were incredible, Hayden. And, no I’m not just saying that… believe me. I think we both learned something today,” I assured him. Raising my head, I kissed him softly, and in turn he guided me to his side. Cradling me with his body, he pulled the plush comforter at the foot of the bed over our nakedness.

“A little nap?” he softly purred into my ear. Trailing his fingers down, along the side of my arm, from behind me, where he lay, he lightly kissed the back of my neck. “No one will be home until later tonight. I just want to hold you. Please, Paige,” he pleaded.

Ignoring the inner voice that warned me not to fall asleep in his parents’ home, I gave in and agreed to the siesta. “Ok, I’ll stay, Hayden. Actually, I would love that. I love being with you. And… thank you,” I whispered, already halfway asleep.

“For what?” he asked, a smile apparent in the sound of his voice.

Neglecting to explain, I surrendered to my body’s cries for rest. Before I knew it, I was long gone, lost in Hayden’s arms. Having been satisfied as I never had before, not only physically, but emotionally as well, I felt safe… loved, as I slipped away into the realm of dreams.
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