She blinked at him down the length of her body, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. She still had those glasses on too, and man oh man. Talk about Hot for Teacher. “I want you inside me.”
Levon raised a brow at her, pushing her, needing her as hot for him as he was for her. “You want my cock inside you? What about my tongue? My fingers? Tell me, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Speaking of his cock, it was so hard it hurt, pressed between his body and the mattress below. He was so turned on, it would have only taken a few strokes to get him off, but he wanted this to last all night.
Olive’s pupils dilated at his question, the black nearly obscuring the lighter brown irises as she licked her lips. This time it was his turn to groan, thinking of all the places he’d love her to lick on him. His cock twitched in agreement. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” he frowned.
“Yes,” Olive repeated. “I want your cock in me. I want your mouth on me too. I want every part of you, Levon. I want you to fuck me.”
Hearing such dirty words out of this prim and proper teacher nearly had him coming on the spot, but he held back through sheer force of will. Hoping to distract himself, he concentrated on her instead, helping Olive sit up so he could tug her dress over her head. Her bra went next, followed by those panties she was wearing. Not exactly the granny variety but close to it.
Funny, but he even found those sexy. Hell, everything about Olive was sexy to him.
He left the glasses on.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, hot and hard and deep, then nuzzled his way down her throat to her breasts, paying homage to them again before kissing her baby bump on the way to paradise below. After parting her thighs, he bent her knees, then just lay between them for a moment, enjoying the view and scent of her arousal. She was wet, so wet, for him. Wet and ready and wanting. It was a good look on his Olive.
Mine.
The possessiveness jolting through him like a live wire would have worried him at another time, but right now, all he could think about was touching her, tasting her, hearing her call out his name as he made her orgasm over and over again in his arms.
He leaned closer and licked her slick folds, bottom to top, stopping to kiss her swollen clit before repeating the gesture. Olive gasped and arched again, her nails digging slightly into his scalp, but it hurt so good. He parted her with his fingers and licked again, this time locking on to her most sensitive flesh and suckling gently while sliding two fingers inside her wet channel, making good on his promise.
“Levon. Oh God, Levon.” She held him tighter, her knees jostling around his head, his shoulders keeping her thighs parted as she rode his hand hard and ground against his palms while he made love to her with his fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Soon, the tension inside her coiled tighter than a cobra ready to strike and he wiggled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that he knew from experience drove women wild. Wanting to see her face as she came, he leaned up slightly on one elbow, using the pad of his thumb to circle her clit once, twice, and bam. She was off like a rocket, his name on her lips as she climaxed sounding like a sweet hymn to his ears.
“Yes! Oh God, Levon. Yes!”
Continuing to stroke and suckle her through the waves of ecstasy, he eventually kissed his way back up her body as she
settled against the bed at last, smiling and sated, her fingers still caressing his hair. Eventually, he was beside her again and leaned down to kiss her. “Good?”
“So, so good.” Olive pulled him in for another kiss, then skimmed her hand down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. “Now, let me return the favor.”
Levon wanted to protest, but he was too far gone to try. So instead he let her roll him over onto his back, then watched as she climbed to her knees beside him, more than happy to let her take the lead here.
She touched him all over, as if learning the terrain of him, memorizing it. His pecs, his abs, his nipples—which she found made him moan when she nipped them gently with her teeth.
Then she was between his legs, flicking open the button of his jeans and drawing down his zipper and—sweet Jesus on a pogo stick. If this didn’t kill him, he wasn’t sure what would.
“Is this good?” she asked, stopping with his fly half open.
Levon nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. There was nothing he loved more than a good blowjob, and the thought of his Olive pleasuring him that way was his every fantasy coming to life. If he could just last through this sweet torture, that was.
“Awesome,” she said, settling in again to finish with his zipper. Once she had his fly undone, Levon dutifully lifted his hips to allow her to slide his jeans and boxer briefs down and off his body, leaving them both completely naked. Well, except for the glasses.
Olive straightened them on her nose then narrowed her gaze on his hard cock. For a terrifying minute, he thought she might stop, but then she leaned closer and wrapped one hand around him, stroking him from root to tip. Levon couldn’t stop his groan of need.
Looking wickedly pleased with herself, she swiped her thumb over his sensitive head, then lifted the drop of moisture there to her mouth and licking it off. Levon froze. Yep. That was it. That was how he was going to die. Death by sex. But what a way to go. A slow smile broke across her lips as her gaze met his up the length of his body. “You taste good.”
“Do I?” It was a stupid question, but then his brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders at the moment. He watched as she nodded, then leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock.
“I want more.” With a small grin, Olive took him into her warm wet mouth and Levon’s head fell back into the pillow, his eyes closed and his restraint unraveling by the second. It took everything he had not to thrust into her mouth, but he didn’t want to scare her. She was in control here, even if it killed him. Which it might.
Each kiss and lick and stroke and tug drew him one step closer to coming until finally, he felt that telltale tingle at the base of his spine and as his balls drew up tight. He did reach down then to place his hand on her head, not to push her down but to warn her. “I’m close.”
His cock sprang from between her lips with an audible pop. “Yeah?”