.

The toxic smoke from the tobacco cigarette slowly began to inebriate my vessels, and an assuasive feeling filled my body with the rush.

I couldn't help my insanely beating heart, caused by the angel-like person who was standing right before me, with an appearance more perfect than ever.

Her thin, cold, pale skin felt like porcelain against my fingers. She was so fragile and tender. I knew that I had to handle her gently, but my strong scent of attraction and sexual frustration, made it hard for me to keep my hands prudent.

As she breathed out, I felt the flavor of smoke as it reached my nostrils. It was something incredibly captivating about her secret habit of being a smoker. It made me think that she was not as innocent and undefiled as I first thought.

I wondered what made her start.

Smoking was often something a person did to calm cumbersome nerves or help with compensating another terrible habit; that was even worse.

There was so much I didn't know about her. Our meetings were always focused on me, my health, my past, and my whole life. It was never about her, because she was the nurse, and I was the patient. I was the one who got treated for something. I was the one who needed therapy which made it all occur around me.

I was so sick of it. Sick of talking about my actions. There was nothing inside of me that regretted what I had done, and if the stupid nurses around the hospital believed that they could change my mind with their treatment and violent punishments, they were so wrong...

I leaned my head backwards as I enjoyed the rush from the toxic tobacco. It was euphoric.

It had been too long since I last smoked a cigarette, so my body was craving the addictive bane more than ever.

But the white paper rolls weren't the only thing that was addictive in the room. There was something I craved even more, and if I didn't get it within the nearest minute, I would lose my mind for real.

She stood in front of me, penetrated my soul with her shy, brown doe eyes. She brang forward every goodness in me. She made me weak, and I was not a person known for weakness.

Between our already rough and passionate kisses, I used my teeth to carefully grab her bottom lip.

I needed a reaction. I needed to hear the sound of how satisfied she was with me.

A small moan left her innocent lips as I grabbed her sensitive, plump lip.

The torturing pounding made my erection even tenser and the feeling of pressuring the fabric of my trousers, made me even more sensitive.

The blood rushed through my body, pumped through my veins, helped with keeping me stable as I took care of the one who deserved every bit of pleasure in the world. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted her to feel that I could provide her with something as well.

After all she'd done for me, she deserved it all.

She had seen me in rage, furiously monstrous, when she told me that I was a liar.

She had seen me weak, torn down with dizziness after a violent punishment.

She had seen me sad, tear-filled eyes as she walked into my room after almost a week of torturing absence.

And last but not least. She had seen me affected. Affected with arousal and affection. She had seen me fall for her unrealistic appearance and act. I shared myself with her. I shared my naked truths with her, and I shared every private part of my caught-up body with her.

I shared intimacy with her and not because I was frustrated with the way I hadn't fucked anybody for a long time, but with the way I got so affected and uncontrollably aroused when I was near her.

She deserved a session where it was all about her, and I would do everything to give her that.

Without preparing her, I grabbed her waist with my hands in rough grip.

I could almost reach my big hands around her as she was so petite in size.

She whiffed out with surprise, and I smiled against her lips. I felt playful from the nicotine rush. Every sense was more potent than usual, and I wanted to make sure not to waste that away.

I adjusted her position where she sat before me on the window sill and made sure to get her stable and comfortable on the hard surface.

With her back leaned against the window, and her hands in a grip around my shoulders, I carefully began to move my lips away from hers.

Even though I wanted to continue with kissing her, I had another job to do.

I searched my way down her cheek, and landed on her neck with my wet lips. I traced the path with my tongue to mark my territory on her innocent body.

Her skin was so soft against my lips. I could feel the bumps of her shivers with the tip of my tongue, which drove me even more insane.

I needed every part of her.

She grunted out with heavy breaths as I continued further down her body. I reached her collarbone, which I knew was a very sensitive spot, and I decided to stop for a moment, only to play around with her nerves.

I reached my arms around her to grab the zipper of her dress, and I carefully began to open it.

The goosebumps didn't leave her body even for a short second. It felt so good to witness with my eyes what I brought her to feel.

When the dress was undone, I slowly began to undress her. I let her arms out of the white sleeves of her uniform dress and let it fall off her to land on her lap. I didn't need it completely off, I just wanted to adore her body and perfectly shaped and rounded breasts.

I wanted to touch her, taste her, tease her with my tongue.

Once again, I began to move my mouth over her decolletage. I could hear her intensive heartbeat as I reached the left side of her bare chest, and I could see how it moved up and down with poignant motions.

Her skin was already stiff as I let my mouth reach the most sensitive spot of her breast.

Every taste of her was sweet, and I needed a sugar rush.

She grabbed the hair in my neck, and the shivers reached my spine with pleasure.

I liked how she got so crude when she got turned on.

I played around with her stiff skin around my tongue, blew out some cold air on the wet skin to make her even harder.

Her legs were clasped around my waist in an intemperate way which made me realize how hard she was trying to remain settled.

This was exactly what I wanted; I wanted her to be so highly teased with frustration until she couldn't hold it any longer, and after that, I would give her everything.

I carefully lifted her legs, and dove down with my head between them. I began to caress her outer thighs while I kissed her softly on the inside.

Her body twitched desperately. She needed me, right now. But she had to hold on, just a little bit longer.

The steam from her burning regions made me so hungry as I approached her core even more.

My hands were now carefully placed on her hips under her dress as I dug deeper between her legs. I grabbed the thin edge of her underwear fabric and slowly began to slide them down her legs.

Now she was completely exposed in front of me and all I wanted was to dive into her. I took a second to admire her feminine authority, there was no part of her that wasn't perfect.

Lastly, to fulfill her desires and ease my own hunger, I slowly moved my head against her screaming amid.

I kissed her softly around the pulsating parts, not quite ready to eat her entirely just yet.

I wanted to see how far I could go with the teasing.

I played with my fingers in gentle, tingeling motions just around her orifice. I didn't even have to put them inside of her to notice how soaked she was.

She was already leaking.

I used my thumb to circulate the motions, and my heart punded harder as her lubricant daubed my thumb.

It was so hard not to move upwards to touch her most sensitive spot filled with thousands of nerves, but I wanted to save that part for my hungry lips.

"You're torturing me, Brandon,"

Beverly's whispers filled my ears and I looked up at her where she sat over me. Her brown eyes were so desperately big and the stiff skin of her naked breasts told me how incredibly aroused she was.

I hushed against her skin to continue with the claimed torture.

I enjoyed listening to the sensual sounds that came through her spread, plump lips. She sounded like heaven to me. And heaven was the only place I wanted to be present in right now.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I had to taste her. She was screaming for me, and I couldn't resist any longer.

I placed the tip of my tongue against her, and slowly started to play with her in circular motions.

I got fulfilled by her sweetness.

The sounds that left her mouth were not just quiet whiffs anymore, now she was grunting out for real.

I listened to her pleasuring sounds and kept working for her explosion.

I did this for her, but enjoyed it just as much myself. I wanted her to let go with her legs clasped over my shoulders so I could feel how her whole body tensed up with the explosion. I wanted her to explode against my lips, and let me witness what my sensual movements could do to her.

Even if I never wanted it to end, I wanted to see her back arch and hear her scream out with the intense climax.

I began to work harder for my goal, and it didn't take much longer. She was already soaked by the tease and so ready for the outburst.

I felt her nails on my scalp as she grabbed my hair in her sweating fists. Her body moved up against me as she arched against the window and screamed out my name.

My heart was pounding, and so was the aching bulge on the inside of my trousers.

I felt how she pulsated against my tongue when she reached the top.

She was living, and I felt the life against my own lips.

I let her finish, tense off over my shoulders, before I stood up to face her again. I let her fall into my arms with exhaustion, and I kissed her softly on her swollen lips.

None of us said a word. We just looked deep into each others eyes, breathed heavily out of exhaustion. But that was enough, because I could read in her dark brown eyes how grateful and satisfied she was with the moment.

I felt proud, because the situation turned out exactly as I wanted it.

This was her moment, only hers.