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A/N Okay so this lesson was The Sweeter Side of Lemonade and the assignment was too take a smutty paragraph from one of my other stories and make it sweeter. I decided to use my pre-class assignment but couldn't find just one paragraph so I took the whole scene and changed a few words to make it sweeter. Many thanks to Cullens TwiMistress for the excellent lesson which can be found on the PTB blog and the assignment. Please leave me your constructive criticism :)

A step closer to me and our chests are brushing together. Mine is heaving with the anticipation; my nipples have hardened with your close proximity. The cologne you used this morning is earthy and it completely fills my senses. It clouds my mind and makes it impossible to focus. I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling and sucking the pink flesh wishing desperately that it was you.

I know now that you want this just as much as I do, that you're just as desperate for my touch as I am for yours, and it makes me brave.

You slide your hand into my brown waves and gently press your mouth on mine. My hands fly up to clutch at your arms and shoulders. I'm stretched up onto my tip toes—I need to be closer, always closer. The warmth of your big hands cupping my face radiates through me.

We're chest to chest with every inch of our needy bodies rubbing together. Christ, the friction is delicious but it's not enough I need more, so much more. The ache between my legs builds higher and higher. And then we're spinning and you lift me up onto your desk—my denim mini skirt bunching up at my waist—not once taking your kiss from me. You slide in between my open legs, your obvious desire grinding oh so deliciously against my wetness.

Your teeth tug on my lips, the sting of the bite being quickly soothed by the lapping of your tongue. I'm struggling for breath but I don't want you to stop. You seem to sense my dilemma though and you move your lips across my check and onto my neck leaving a trail of burning passion as you go. You fasten your mouth onto the curve where my neck meets shoulder and you suck and lick me until I cry out. I'm sure I'm being ridiculously loud but I can't seem to stop myself.

A chuckle rumbles from your throat. You press your covered-in-scruff cheek against my overheated one and whisper in my ear, "Tell me what you want, Bella. Just tell me what you need and I'll make you feel so good."

I almost come undone from your words alone. The frenzy you've worked me up into has me forgetting all about my shyness and insecurity because I answer in a voice full of desperation, "Please, Mr Cullen I need you to touch me."

You slowly pull my black tank top up over my head, letting it drop to floor, and exposing my lacy black bra. Not wasting a second you unclasp it with your seemingly expert fingers revealing my rosy hard nipples and creamy flesh. Goosebumps flow over my uncovered skin as you cup both mounds in your hands.

You massage my full, pale breasts together and flick your tongue over both of my nipples in one long lick. The pleasure of feeling your tongue on me coupled with the cold air hitting my wet nubs has me whimpering and moaning into the empty class room.

I buck my hips against you, feeling your cock stiff beneath your pants. Your moans against my nipples feel so good. But then you move your mouth back to my ear. The wetness of your lips and the heat from your panting breath sends shivers right through me. God I want you.

"Can you feel that, Bella? Can you feel what you do to me?" You press your cock against my pussy turning my moans and pleas into one long keening whine of need.

"Do you want my cock, Bella?"

"Yes, please yes." My voice is full of breathless pleading.

And then you're slipping my black panties down my bare legs—I wore a matching set just for you, did you notice?— where they fall from my ankles, and I'm wet, so fucking wet for you. You stroke your fingers over my bare lips, pulling and tugging at the swollen flesh. Your fingers slip and slide in my folds, circling over my engorged clit and dipping into my pussy. My hips circle against your hand pushing your fingers into me deeper and deeper.

"That's it, baby. Christ, you look so sexy." Your words are growled against my cheek, you make me feel so good.

Your fingers are curled inside me, stroking in just the right way to make me climb higher and higher into the heavens. I'm rushing closer and closer to bliss, my head is thrashing form side to side and I'm begging. All dignity has left me as I plead with you to make me come.

When you pull your fingers from me—glistening with my need—I feel like I might die. The shock of having so much pleasure one moment and then having it taken away the next is a massive jolt to my system. But then I hear your zipper and the swoosh of your trousers falling to your ankles, and my heart beat picks up once more. This is it.

I tip my head forward and fix my eyes on the white boxers hugging your hips. The dip of your "V" looks so incredibly delicious I start to salivate. I hope I get the chance to lick those lines one day. My mouth drops open as you pull your boxers down and your cock bounces free. Your bigger than I imagined, and thick too.

You stroke your impossibly hard cock once, twice, and then you're lining up against me. We both watch with open mouths and panting breaths as you push, push, push yourself into me. You stretch me so good as I grip you so tight. We're both cursing and grabbing at each other as you bottom out in me. Your hips are pressed so close to mine, it's other worldly the way I feel right now.

And then finally you're moving. You thrust into me achingly slow, but you're hitting me deep and hard so I don't complain. I'm not even sure I could even if I wanted too as you've rendered me incoherent. Your hands are holding my waist so tight, your fingers pressing into me and I'm sure I'll have bruises tomorrow. I'm ecstatic at the thought of wearing your mark on my skin. I have one hand behind me bracing me on your desk and the other is fisted in your shirt.

We're sweating from our actions; the heat from both of our bodies is volcanic. I tingle all over. The smell of sex permeates into the room. I start to spiral up, up into the clouds again. The pleasure tightens my stomach and my legs start to shake. I'm pleading again. If you stop this time I know I'll die.

A swirl against my clit from your loving fingers and I'm falling and flying all at once. My hearing goes and my vision blurs. My toes curl as my fingers grasp at you. It's the closest I've ever felt to god in my life.

I come crashing back to earth just as you take your divine trip. Your thrusting is erratic, your grip tightens and I feel you twitch and spasm as you release into me. Once all movement has stopped and you slip from me you smile down at me with a look that goes deeper than this situation should warrant.

You expel a breathless chuckle. "Yeah, an A for sure." You lick your lips and then press your lips against my blushing cheek.

I laugh, full and throaty. I'm floating sky high right now. I know, deep down, that when I'm lying in bed tonight I'll start to freak out but right now all I feel is bliss.