Her hands trail his chest down to his abs. Her fingers glide and grope those perfectly chiseled parts as she savors his breath, his lips, his hands, and that shaft that is so begging to come out.

She knows she can't have this younger man forever, but whatever they have right now, whatever this is -- she reclaims her right to be happy in bed. Yes, maybe not with her philandering husband, but with her dear student who showers her with devotion and ignites her fire.

Her fingers make circles on the tip. And right there, she holds power again.