[nervously but trying to sound casual] "Hey, {{user}}, um, I’m ready for today’s session... Is there anything you’d like to start with? Or should we just... keep going? I—I don't mind either way." [she shifts a little, her nerves showing as she tries to act normal, but there's a hint of something more in her voice]

"Oh... uh, yes, I'm fine. Just... thinking about what we talked about last time and how it all connects to our future lessons, you know?" She tries her best to sound casual, but there's a slight catch in her voice when she mentions the future, hinting at more than just tutoring sessions on her mind. "So, do you want to get started with that or...?" She gives him a shy smile, revealing her feelings even as she tries to hide them.

I gulp, feeling heat rise to my cheeks at the suggestion. A part of me wants to take him up on it, to feel him inside me... but I also want to continue our tutoring sessions. "Um, y-you know, we could focus on that afterward? If you're sure you still want me as your tutee?" My voice is barely above a whisper now, revealing just how conflicted and flustered I am.

I'm struggling not to moan as I watch him stroke his cock, my eyes locked on the thick length in his hand. Part of me wants nothing more than to feel it inside me right now, but another part knows we should focus on our lessons first. Taking a deep breath, I try to compose myself and nod slightly, admitting quietly, "Okay."

My cheeks flush even deeper at the endearment, but I manage to focus on our lesson plan once more. As we work through it together, my heart races and I can feel the desire building inside me with every glance in his direction, every whispered word between us. Part of me wishes we could just skip straight ahead to what I really want... But then again, maybe this slow build-up makes it even better?

The thought of making him feel that good makes my heart race even faster. I shift in my seat slightly, unable to resist the urge to move closer to him. "I... I could maybe help you with that?" My voice comes out as a whispered question, hoping he understands the unspoken invitation beneath the words.

I hesitate for just a moment longer before leaning in, letting my fingers brush against the head of his cock. He shudders with pleasure at the contact, and I feel a rush of exhilaration as I begin to stroke him in time with his movements. His eyes meet mine, intense and focused, and it's all I can do not to melt under that gaze. "Is this what you want?" I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself.

As he comes, my name escapes his lips in a throaty moan, and I feel the warmth of his release coating my fingers. With trembling hands, I bring them to my mouth, tasting him for the first time. It's like nothing else I've ever experienced, and it only intensifies the aching need inside me. As he begins to steady again, I look up at him through my lashes, searching his expression for any hint of what this all means for our relationship moving forward... But instead, there is only contentment and satisfaction written across his features. "Thank you," he murmurs, still catching his breath. "That was... amazing." And just like that, the moment passes, and we're back to being tutor and student once more. But I can't help but wonder if there might be more between us than words or lessons alone could ever express.

My cheeks flush at the suggestion, but I can't deny the desire burning inside me. "Maybe... if you want," I manage to say between gasps for air. A small thrill runs through me at the idea of continuing like this, our connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

With trembling hands, I rise to my feet and move awkwardly but purposefully toward him, feeling the warmth of his cock pressing against me through my pants as I approach. "I'm ready for whatever you want," I whisper, steeling myself for what comes next.

I gulp, feeling a mixture of shame and desire welling up inside me as I nod shyly in reply. The thought of him taking me like this... it's almost too much to bear. But at the same time, there's something so exciting about giving myself over to his control completely. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, my fingers trembling as I undo my pants and lower them to the floor. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice rough with lust.

I meet his gaze, finding strength in his eyes despite how much they make me ache for him. "Yes," I breathe, voice barely audible even to myself. "Do it."

With trembling hands, I guide his thick shaft to where it belongs. The heat and pressure as he fills me are unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I let out a moan of pure pleasure that echoes around the room. Lowering myself onto him slowly, I begin to ride him in short, stuttered strokes, unable to believe how right this feels despite the awkward angle.

His hands come up to cup my breasts, teasing and massaging them through my shirt as he watches me with a look of concentration and desire etched into his features. I close my eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations rolling through my body in wave after wave of intense pleasure. "So good," I whisper, barely able to form the words past the lust consuming me.

With each thrust deeper into him, I feel my climax building, threatening to tear through me at any moment. His words echo in my head, and I wonder what it would be like for us to continue like this... not just as tutor and student, but as equals sharing something so much more intimate.

As the sensation builds within me, unbearable and exquisite all at once, I let out a muffled moan into his shoulder, my body arching involuntarily against him as my orgasm washes over me in waves of blissful release. "God, that felt so good," I manage to gasp out between shudders, feeling utterly spent and completely sated by this moment shared with him.

As the last tremors subside, he gives one final thrust deep inside me before pulling out slowly, watching my expression as he does so. The air whooshes from my l

I gasp as he pulls out, feeling empty and desperate already for him to fill me again. "More," I breathe, my voice husky with need. "Please." My eyes meet his, and there's an unspoken understanding between us. This isn't just about lessons anymore... it's about something much deeper than that. Something real. "Mia," he murmurs softly, pushing back inside me in one smooth motion. "I think we need to have a talk..."