Meanwhile, in a university backroom in England..

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'Oh..you wicked, wicked thing..', he panted, his voice ragged and breathless as she slid her hands back 'round him and across his chest, dragging her nails a bit across and up his ribcage and loving how he sucked in his belly, lifting his chin and licking his lips at her touch. She solemnly nodded - then smiled - holding his gaze, and he laughed, a nervous jangle cutting through the quickening rhythm of breath.

A flash of white teeth in the semi-darkness and the coy promise of dimples spurred her onwards, and she leaned in and pressed her lips to the small secret patch of hair on his breastbone, inhaling him as she rubbed her face against him - back and forth, back and forth - groaning low in her throat, then kissing her way to a shy but tightly-tied nipple and running her tongue over it in rough, lazy circles..His hand fisted in her hair and he stiffened as she brought her teeth together; oh, so ever gently, biting him..Slowly, her teeth came closer together, tighter..even tighter...holding him still..and the moment spun out between them. A small strangled noise fell down around her in the shadows as she released him, then kitten-licked the spot she'd just held tingling captive.

In a heartbeat, the hand that now near-crushed her breast slipped away and down and grabbed her other buttock roughly; growling, as he suddenly lifted her off her feet and sideways, setting her swiftly down upon the edge of one of the crowded tables, raising a small cloud of dust. Her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her hungrily, parting her bare thighs and pressing her knees to his sides as he kissed her deeply.

..Closer..closer..come to me..

She ground her ass from side to side in his still greedy grip until he let go, ripping frantically at her blouse to get at her breasts..Fumbling momentarily with her bra, he cursed into her mouth and then yanked it gracelessly up and away and pushed his face into her cleavage, squeezing and kneading her with both hands as she arched and moaned, her hands now moving restlessly through his hair, mussing it deliciously. Fitfully, she tried to pull him closer and down into her by his hips with her legs, but he held back, then murmured against her, 'Mmmmmm....so eager, aren't we, Miss Smith?'

It was her turn to laugh, and he lifted his face to look at her, as she touched the side of his face tenderly for a brief moment, then gently removed his glasses. She folded them neatly, and then pushed them into his jacket pocket next to his handkerchief. There was a twinkle in his eye that soon fled, turning intent upon his ministrations once more, as he curled his wet-velvet tongue around and 'round a nipple, flicking it then closing his lips upon it, suckling.

His one hand made its way down around her leg - achingly...deliberately slowly - caressing it then finding her knee and lifting..pushing it up and back as he leaned his hips into her, barely brushing her with his sex and then away. They gasped in tandem.

His cock was steel, and she - a molten inferno. Her head fell back, and her mouth, open, and she let go of him for a second, but his hand was instantly there - strong and sure - catching her. Lost in her hair, he found his grip and pulled her head further back..hurting her just a little, just enough..utterly in charge, now, as he sought out her throat. His breath in her ear grew harsher with each dip of his hips into her; the sound of a freight train, starting slowly, shrugging off the rust of years...slowly, deliberately..increasing the electrifying pressure..into her, against her and away..

'Slowly, now, Miss Smith..Just..yes-s-s-s..Oh-h-h...', he swallowed, trembling, 'Control, love', his voice cracking, '...Or we will be finished much sooner than intended..'

Holding her tightly still - a frozen, mindless arch in his grip - he purred into her ear, 'Such a shame, that would be, indeed..'