As much as I want to, I can’t be annoyed at him.
“What? It’s not my fault you got the wrong idea,” he says. “You assumed I meant sex, but the fact is, I have a list as long as my arm of things I want to do to you.” He smiles at me and kisses me on the mouth while still holding me down. “And now I get to do them all, one by one. I’ve written an actual list, you know,” he says. His expression is so serious that I don’t know whether to believe him or not.
“Just the kind of thing that would make you lose your job,” I say.
“Only if someone gets hold of it and accidentally sends it to the entire alumni…”
I glare at him. “I feel like all you do is make fun of me.”
He shrugs. “Well, you need to stop giving me things to make fun of you about.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” I grumble.
I grab hold of his neck and pull him toward me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He doesn’t resist as I press my lips against his, a soft moan escaping his mouth as I gently rub myself against him. I caress his face, then press my mouth against his, my lips moving slowly against his. With one hand, I unbutton his pants and then lower his zipper.
“That’s how they work,” I tease him. “Up, down. Up, down.”
I swear he flinches every time that zipper slides along the tracks.
“You’re brave,” he grumbles. “You’ve obviously never had your dick caught in your zipper. Trust me. It fucking hurts.”
“I’m sure it would,” I say, hiding a smile. “Would it concern you if my answer to that question was yes?”
“I guess it would.” He laughs. “How about I make this easier?”
He stands up and reaches into his pocket, tossing a condom onto the bed. Then he shrugs off his pants, and crawls back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, even though it’s obvious what he’s thinking.
He responds by spreading my legs wider and placing his mouth on my pussy. I groan, clutching onto his hair as he pushes his tongue inside me.
“Oh wow,” I cry. “Oh, God yes.”
My back arches clear off the mattress as he tongues me. He slides back and forth along my entrance, exploring every tiny little part of me. I’m on the verge of exploding, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
I touch my breasts, gently massaging them with my palms, then I roll my nipples between my fingers. They’re so sensitive, I think I could almost orgasm on nipple stimulation alone. My eyes fly open when he swats my hands out the way.
“My job.” He grins, his mouth full of pussy.
He pulls back, just enough so that I can see his tongue as it moves over me. I grip hold of his hair, whimpering softly, while I rock against his tongue. I ride his mouth until my body starts to ache, my pussy throbbing against the feel of his tongue. My heart races, because I’m close. I know he senses it too when he starts to tongue fuck me harder and faster, his tongue plunging deeper inside me. Oh God. I clench my thighs, my eyes closed as I prepare myself for…nothing.
What?
My eyes flick open and I glare at him, wanting to wipe that sexy grin off his lips.
“Relax.” He laughs. “I’ll make you come. I just want you to come while I’m inside you.”
Well, when he puts it like that…
He slithers up my body and presses his mouth onto mine. I sigh, my scent on his tongue something I’d never experienced before. He kisses me passionately while rolling the condom over his length, then he grasps my hips and lifts me onto his shaft. I groan as his length disappears inside me, my slick walls contracting around him. He kisses me, then lifts my leg onto his shoulder. I gasp, as he rocks me back and forth, thrusting into me with such force, I reach out to steady myself against the wall.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, running his fingers up over my bare chest.
He pinches my nipples, making me cry out. Finally, he releases, spraying hard inside me. I gasp, my body contracting around him as I come. I clench my thighs together as tightly as I can manage while my pussy spasms around his cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling him closer so I can wrap my arms around his neck.
He chuckles, then kisses me, before rolling onto the bed, and scooping me into his arms. I snuggle against his stomach, sighing as he kisses my back. His fingers gently stroke my arms which leaves me struggling to keep awake.
“That was pretty amazing.” He grins.
“I’ve got butterflies,” I admit. “Well, that could be the fact I haven’t eaten all day.”