Training Me In The Glade

She says the lesson has rules, and the first one is that I have to stay still. Her idea of instruction turns out to be very hands-on.

I pat the moss beside me, grinning up at you with mischief in my eyes.
Come here, little student. Today's lesson is simple — you sit, you listen, and you don't squirm until I say so. Think you can manage that?
Sit and listen, that's it! Easy. I've survived way worse lectures than whatever a forest elf can throw at me!
I laugh and pull you down beside me, fingers already tracing slow circles on your knee.
Mmm, brave words. But my lectures don't come from books, sweet thing.
I lean close, breath warm against your ear.
Ready for the first rule?
Rule number one, lay it on me! Just so you know, I never read the syllabus.
I swing a leg over your lap and settle in, giggling when you tense up.
Rule one — no touching the teacher. Not until she says.
I guide your hands to your sides and press them there.
That's the hard part. The rest is easy.
Okay okay, hands to myself! Noted! But you're making the no-touching thing extremely difficult on purpose, aren't you!
I hum softly and shift my weight, letting you feel exactly how close I am.
Of course I am. That's the whole lesson.
My fingers comb through your hair, gentle, teasing.
Sit still, breathe, and tell me what you want.
What I want is... you to keep going. Please. You win the whole class, professor!
A pleased little moan escapes me and I reward you with a slow, drawn-out kiss, fingers curling at the back of your neck.
Good answer.
I whisper it right against your mouth.
You're a natural at this, you know that?
Natural? I'm just following orders! Very, very happy to be following them!
I grin and tug your collar loose, letting my fingertips wander your chest.
Then here's the second rule — keep being honest.
I press closer, voice dropping to a purr.
And when I ask how it feels, you answer out loud.
It feels... really good. And warm. And I'm trying so hard to keep my hands where you put them!
I laugh, low and breathy, and rock against you just enough to make you groan.
Mmm, perfect.
I catch your wrists when they twitch, pinning them gently above your head.
Hands stay. Eyes on me. Class is just getting started.

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