Chasing after the Professor

Ashley forgot to breath when Carla’s slow kisses inched further up her thighs and found the heat between her legs. Carla’s tongue teased her clit through her panties, and Ashley’s hips moved of their own accord, gently rocking back against Carla’s touch.

Ashley buried her hand in Carla’s smooth hair, a strangled moan escaping her lips when Carla eased the fabric to the side, the cool air hitting her sex before the warmth of Carla’s tongue circled her, and Ashley threw her head back against the couch, feeling Carla’s touch everywhere, knowing it wouldn’t take much more for her to come.

Carla must have sensed it too, because she was on her feet again, her hands on Ashley’s hips, dragging her underwear down her legs before climbing on top of Ashley, straddling her thigh as slipped two fingers inside, her palm hitting Ashley’s sensitive clit, and it was all Ashley could do not to come then and there, wanting to simultaneously prolong this moment and give into the pressure building low in her stomach.

But Ashley had no control over her body when Carla was on top of her like this, her breasts right there, and Ashley surged forward, wrapping her arm around Carla’s back, her lips taking Carla’s nipple in her mouth, and the groan that left Carla’s lips was what sent her over the edge.

Carla felt it too, curling her fingers inside, pressing her palm up against her clit as Ashley’s hips rolled, riding out her orgasm, and Ashley clung to her as her body shook, her breathing ragged.

Ashley swallowed down the emotions that bubbled up as she caught her breath, instead turning her attention to the stunning woman on top of her.

Ashley guided Carla off her lap and down onto the couch, on her back, as Ashley slid her pants, along with her underwear, down her legs. Ashley inhaled a shaky breath, not knowing where to start.

Carla was lazily stretched out along the length of the couch, one arm pillowed behind her head, her dark hair splayed across the couch, her legs falling open, and her sex glistened with her arousal.

Ashley slowly shook her head as she climbed on top of her. “The things I want to do to you.” She lowered her head, brushing her lips over Carla’s mound before moving up instead of down, a frustrated whimper leaving Carla’s lips.

Ashley lips trailed over her stomach, her hands sliding up her ribs until she was cupping Carla’s full breast, her nipple already hard as she rolled it between her fingertips, sending Carla arching up into her.

“Please.”

Ashley looked up to meet Carla’s dark eyes, her breathing shallow, her hips lifting off the couch as Ashley’s fingers skated up along the inside of her thigh, her hand hovering, lightly resting against her swollen lips.

“What do you want?” Ashley whispered, her tongue flicking over Carla’s nipple.

“Fuck,” Carla grunted. “Fingers. I need your fingers.” Her hand slid down Ashley’s arm, stopping at her wrist, silently guiding it down to the heat between her legs.

Ashley didn’t keep her waiting, her gaze sweeping over Carla, still in disbelief that this woman wanted her. She pushed two fingers inside, and Ashley lowered herself enough to take Carla’s nipple in her mouth again, her tongue battering over it as she increased the speed of her strokes until Carla’s hand hooked behind her neck, bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss.

Ashley added a third finger. The feeling of their bodies pressed together was almost dizzying, and the way Carla was kissing her had Ashley on the verge of another orgasm, her own hips rocking against Carla’s thigh.

“Come with me,” Carla panted between kisses, her hand moving to Ashley’s hip, her fingers digging into the skin, encouraging her hips to move faster, to grind down harder, and the strangled moan that left Carla’s lips as she came sent Ashley teetering over the edge, stars shooting across the back of her eyelids.

“Oh,” Ashley moaned as Carla held onto her, her fingers splayed across her ass, Carla’s hips pushing back against her hand as they both rode out their orgasms, and Ashley made herself sit up, otherwise she’d collapse on top of Carla.

Carla’s hands ran up her sides to her breasts, a smile on her lips, her cheeks flushed. “Come to bed with me.”

Carla’s voice still did something to her, and those simple words had her skin tingling in anticipation as she climbed off of Carla and let her lead her by the hand into her bedroom.