Content Warning: Sexually explicit. Reader discretion advised.
"Yes, yes I want to continue with you." As soon as she consented, one hand moved slowly, tantalisingly up her chest to massage her breast with long deft fingers while the other hand moved just as slowly towards the inside of her thighs. Each movement was masterful and the flush that had painted Wynessa's face prior now seemed permanently set in her features. Unintentionally, she found herself chewing on her lower lip to prevent herself from making noise.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Cori's breath was burning against the pale neck before her, sending shivers down Wynessa's back as she nodded. "I need you to say it."
"Yes. Yes I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you." The meek voice that replied begged softly as the sweet touch of Cori's lips against her shoulder, her neck, just behind her ear, all of it drove her mad until her knees began to shake.
"Get undressed to the level you are comfortable with and get comfortable on the floor." Cori's voice was firm, but the attention and care she gave was intoxicating. Wynessa found herself wanting more as the hands made their way slowly back to her waist, kisses trailing back away from her jawline to the back of her shoulder and then she was standing untouched and reaching for the lacing on the side of her dress.
Cori watched her untie the sides and pull the plain brownish overdress over her head, then smiled adoringly as she saw the daggers on the belt that rested over her underdress.
"You can keep them within reach, if that makes you feel better. I've been stabbed by worse." She turned to the other wardrobe, not letting Wynessa see what was within this one but pulling out a set of three bottles before closing it and locking it. When she turned back to her guest, Cori was pleasantly surprised to see her standing naked, one hand clasping the other wrist behind her back as she bit her lower lip and looked at the teacher as if asking for approval. "I can see why you're so determined to make him yours, but I can assure you, looking at this he will never want anyone else."
The kind words would have been brushed off as compliments with motive if they had come from anyone else, but from Cori, Wynessa couldn't help but melt a little bit. At a pointed motion from her teacher, the student sat herself on the huge plush pillow that took up most of the room and had previously been covered with other smaller pillows.
"Would you like to see me unclothed as well?" Cori smiled, she already knew the answer in Wynessa's eyes, it was an obvious one but her answer surprised.
"Y-yes, but I know it's kind of chilly today, so you don't have to if you'd be more comfortable like that." Wynessa swept a hand, motioning to the light tan sleeveless underdress her teacher wore which resulted in the most beautiful laugh she had ever heard.
"You know, I've been working in this establishment for the better part of three years. Never once has anyone taken the weather into consideration." With a new light behind her bronze eyes, Cori slipped the chemise off her shoulders and seductively let it fall across her body and eventually to the floor.
The sight was mesmerising. She was lithe and fluid, well toned with the muscles she had, but soft. Her hips were not as wide as Wynessa's, but the curve of her hips to her waist was more dramatic. Her breasts were not as voluminous, but they were on the larger side for her frame. Her collarbone was defined as she stood over Wynessa, letting the dark haired woman stare at her. Like a lioness standing over her prey, the great mane of orange red hair caught the light in the room and shone like the sun. Her legs were long for her frame, but not overly so, and the muscles she had cultivated brought out the fullness of her thighs and buttocks.
She stepped towards her prey, setting the bottles on a small side table that was easily missed before crouching down to the same level, slowly moving closer until she gently rested her forehead against Wynessa's.
"Do you want me to kiss you on the cheek?"
"Yes please." Came a quiet but swift answer, which was met with plush lips gently on each cheek.
"Do you want me to kiss you on the neck?"
"Yes..." Cori's lips trailed soft touches from the cheeks of Wynessa's round face to her jaw, then her neck, then her collarbone.
"Do you want me to kiss your chest?"
"Yes please." Each tender kiss shook Wynessa's body, bringing warmth to her core unlike she had ever known before. Cori's lips delicately brushed the skin around the full breasts in front of her, tauntingly never pulling the taught peaks into her mouth. A soft whine escaped her as Wynessa bit her lower lip, making Cori pause before gently pulling her head upright again from where it had lulled back.
"If there's something you want, you have to ask for it. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, I understand."
"Good. Is there something you want?" Wynessa nodded her head, the blush that had been ebbing returning full force as she tried to find the words.
"I-I-I... I want you to... Erm..." Nervously, she fidgeted and tried to insinuate without words, but Cori would not let her.
"You need to use your words. Look at me. Tell me what you want. I won't guess." Her words were firm, but the way she said it left Wynessa without walls.
"I want to be with you intimately... And... And I want-want you to..." Her voice dropped and she mumbled, but all that was fully made out was "my breasts."
Bemused, Cori reached for one of the bottles she had brought over.
"Lay out flat on your stomach. Until you can use your big girl words, I am not going to touch your breasts." The command was firm and the clarity of her rules was straightforward. Wynessa did as she was told, turning over and laying flat. "You can put your arms by your head or by your sides, but no touching. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Wynessa pulled her arms to rest her head on, pulling her hair to the side as she turned her head, partly to watch as best she could, but also seeing as she still needed to breathe.
"Good. Do you want me to put lotion on your back?"
"Yes please."
"Do you want me to straddle you while I do so?"
"Y-yes please." Wynessa felt a soft chill run the length of her spine as the strong legs of her teacher rested on either side of her, slightly squeezing her hips between the dark knees.
"Are you ready for me to begin with the lotion?"
"Yes."
As soon as she responded, a strangely warm goop fell onto her back causing her to stiffen for a split moment before long-fingered hands began pressing the lotion into her skin, working the muscles across her back with practiced and fluid motions. Each movement felt light sunlight warming her skin, just enough to be there, but only just barely not enough. Wynessa could feel her body wanting, the heat throughout her pulsed with desire until she turned her head and bit into the pillow.
"Is there something you want, sweetheart?" Cori leaned over until her face was just behind Wynessa's ear, the sun-kissed breasts gently pressed into the snow-pale back below her as she asked. As Wynessa nodded, still face down into the pillow, she smirked. "Then I need you to use your words."
After another few seconds, the paler woman turned her head to the side, eyes still closed, and whispered her request.
"I-I-I would like... I want you to massage my breasts, please."
"Do you want me to use a lotion?"
"Y-yes please."
"Which one?"
"You pick, please. You know what they do."
"Then turn over." Cori's voice was simply irresistible as she moved to stand for a moment, trading out a rose-gold lotion for the darker teal-green bottle. While the woman standing over her let Wynessa stare unabashedly up at the glorious woman, she could not help but want to reach out and touch her. She was about to reach out a hand when she remembered the rule about "no touching" and retracted it, choosing instead to reach her arms up above her head and clasp on to the edge of the mattress-like pillow. "Good girl, you remembered. Do you want me to straddle you again?"
"Yes please." Wynessa shyly nodded as she spoke, watching the lioness move closer until she rested their foreheads together again. Teasingly, the breasts that hung over Wynessa's chest gleamed and barely brushed their delectable ovals against the pale mounds beneath them. Whining, Wynessa closer her eyes and bit her lower lip again. "P-please..."
"Please what? Use your words, sweetheart."
"I-I-I want to kiss your lips."