Anna releases his cock and moves off the bed. She takes off her black laced panties, so she is completely naked and then she straddles Zack's lap. She kisses him softly on the lips. Zack's arms wrap around her waist automatically as she straddles his lap, pulling her closer against his still-heaving chest. He returns the kiss with renewed intensity, his tongue sweeping into her mouth possessively as if claiming her all over again. "God, I love having you on top of me. You feel so good pressed against me like this," he murmurs against her lips between kisses. His hands slid down to grip her bare hips, thumbs stroking along the curve where her thighs meet. The feel of her skin against his own is electric, sending fresh waves of arousal through him despite just having come. "You are going to be the death of me, you know that?" he says with a low chuckle, nipping at her bottom lip playfully. "First you make me write an essay about madness and sanity in fucking Shakespeare, then you give me the best blowjob of my life and now you are sitting here naked on my dick."
"Yeah, I don't think studying and sex go together. I feel bad for teasing you so mercilessly," Anna said shyly, the guild resurfacing. Zack's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at her apology, a genuine laugh escaping him. "Feel bad? Anna, don't you dare apologize for that. It was the most exciting homework session I have ever had in my life." He shifts beneath her slightly, his semi-erect cock twitching against her wetness through his open jeans. "You think I am complaining about you teasing me? Fuck no– I am already planning how to get you to do it again tomorrow." His hands move up to cup her breasts gently, thumbs brushing over the cum still coating her skin. "Besides, look at this. I marked you as mine all over your perfect tits. That is way better than any A plus I could get on some stupid essay," he says with a smirk. He leans forward to kiss along her collarbone possessively, licking away some of the salty evidence of his previous orgasm.
"Yeah, it was very exciting. It kind of feel good, being in control like that," Anna admits shyly. Zack's grin widens at her admission, his green eyes lighting up with a predatory spark. "Being in control? Fuck yes, it looked incredible on you." His hands slid down from her breasts to grip her hips more firmly, lifting her slightly against him. The movement causes his hardening cock to press more insistently against her slick folds. "You should be in charge more often. Seeing you confident like that– knowing you want me just as badly as I want you– it is the biggest turn-on imaginable," he murmurs huskily leaning in to nip at her earlobe. His thumbs trace lazy circles on her hipbones as he adjusts their position on the bed, angling her mort comfortably over his lap. The friction sends pleasant sparks through both of them. "So, tell me, what else does my little teacher want to do now that she had proven how dominant she can be?" he asks with a wicked smirk.
"Hmmm," Anna says thinking, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "How about a sexual pop quiz?" she suggests. Zack's eyebrows shoot up in amusement at her suggestion, a genuine laugh escaping him. "A sexual pop quiz? Seriously? You are full of surprises tonight, are you not?" he asks, his voice laced with excitement. He leans back against the headboard with a smirk, crossing his arms behind his head casually. "Alright, I am game. But if I get a question wrong, you must punish me," he says playfully. His eyes gleam with mischief as he looks her over appreciatively. "So lay it on me, teacher. What is the first question on you little test?" he asks in a way that makes it clear that he is enjoying this game as much as she is– the power dynamic shifting back and forth between them keeps things exciting and unpredictable.
"Well, which subject do you want to do? We already worked on mathematics and English… maybe some History or Tourism?" anna asked playfully. Zack's lips curl into a sly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "History? Now that sounds interesting. I bet I can teach you a few things about historical events that aren't in your textbooks." He shifts on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at her. The movement causes his half-hard cock to brush against her inner thigh, sending a pleasant jolt through both of them. "Or maybe we could try Tourism," he suggests, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Like exploring undiscovered territories. I could show you all the places I have been fantasizing about taking you." His free hand comes up to trace along her jawline, thumb brushing over her lower lip. "But first, let's start with history. Question one: who was the first person to ever make you cum so hard you forgot your own name?"
"The answer to that is obvious," Anna says with a smile and teasingly wiggled her hips. "But let's focus shall we. Question one, what does the Cold War refer to?" she asks, her tone more serious. Zack's green eyes flash with a mix of amusement and desire as Anna wiggles her hips against him. The motion sends delicious friction through both their bodies, making his cock twitch back to full hardness beneath her. "The Cold War," he says smoothly, his voice taking on a lecturing tone that is clearly meant to be ironic. "That refers to the geopolitical tension between the United States and Soviet Union following World War II." His hands slide down from her hips to grip her ass firmly, squeezing gently as he pulls her tighter against him. The heat between them intensifies rapidly. "But since we are discussing historical conflicts," he adds with a smirk, grinding upward against her core deliberately. "Maybe we should talk about the ongoing battle between my cock and your pussy. It has been at a stalemate for far too long." His lips crash against hers in a searing kiss, tongue delving into her mouth possessively as if staking his claim once more. When their lips parted, Anna said, "Correct, now for your first reward." She lifted her hips up, positioned his cock below her entrance and gasped as she lowered her hips. Once he was completely enveloped by her tight walls, she didn't move.