“You okay, Professor?”
“Oh, yes.” More than. Really.
“You sure?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You keep saying really over and over again.”
“Oh, um . . . it’s just a word.” And she’d been thinking out loud again. Aargh.
“And you are just adorable.”
Again, huge improvement over how her other sex partners had seen her—as irritating.
She leaned up to kiss him for that. He responded immediately, his mouth molding to hers in that way that felt so, so perfect. This time, he didn’t stop at her lips though.
He kissed down her neck, paying close attention to where it joined her shoulder, sending chills of pleasure along her nerve endings. Then he moved down to her collarbone, using his tongue tip to trace along each clavicle bone before lapping between her breasts. She’d never realized she was sensitive there, but he showed her she was and so much more.
He avoided her breasts and the small bit of flesh pulsing with a hungry need between the folds of her labia.
Only when she was breathlessly begging for, “More, more, more, please, more, just more, please, Max!” did he move to take one nipple between his lips.
He nipped it gently and then laved it with his tongue. She gasped out a sound more animal than woman; it was certainly one she’d never heard herself make before.
He started suckling, while bringing his hand up to cup her other breast and roll that nipple between his fingers.
It was an overload of pleasure and she felt tremors she only recognized as a different kind of orgasm as they crested and she found herself shouting his name and several Ukrainian naughty words.
Oh, wow. Wow. Wow. Wow!
Suddenly long, thick, masculine fingers were delving into the wet flesh between her legs. He pressed one into her vagina and crooked it, curving upward. He rubbed and hit a spot that she’d read about but never discovered on her own.
She screamed again, this time a wordless sound of pure need.
He reared back. “You ready for me?”
“More than.”
He nodded, leaning over her to grab stuff from the bedside table. When he kneeled up again, he had a condom in his hand. “Want to put it on me?”
“Yes.”
She sat up and put her hand out for the condom packet. She fumbled, but managed to get it open and the condom out intact. Then she stopped. “I want to touch you.”
“Later,” he growled out as he tugged her hand toward him.
She nodded. Later. Yes. Lots of touching later, but now? He was going to be inside her.
First though? She needed to taste, just a little. She touched his weeping slit, and then brought her finger to her mouth. Salty. Sweet. All man.
He groaned.
She moaned.
“Put it on me,” he demanded.
She nodded again, this time frantically. Yes, yes, yes. Hands shaking, she rolled the condom down his big erection, squeezing a little as she went. Oh, man. Her fingertips didn’t quite touch as they circled him at the base.