“Oh God,” she breathes, her toes digging into my back.
I feel a thump in my back and chuckle. Did she just kick me?
“Sorry.” She blushes. “Involuntary reflex.”
“God knows what you’ll do to me if I do this, then,” I mumble.
She screams as I plunge my tongue inside her.
“Holy shit.” She moans, lifting her back off the couch. She grabs hold of my head, keeping me against her, begging me to go deeper inside her. I run my hand up over her stomach to massage her breasts, then I roll her nipples between my fingers.
She gasps when my tongue gently flicks against her clit, the way her body reacts to me has my cock throbbing. I keep sucking, until her breathing becomes shallower and I know she’s close. Then I speed up, thrusting my tongue deep inside her and licking along her entrance.
She’s so wet, and fuck does she taste good. She gasps, her body convulsing as she comes on my face, locking my head between her thighs. I circle my tongue around her clit, loving the sound of her cries as she rocks against my face.
“No more,” she gasps.
She pushes me away with such force that I fall back. I chuckle and wipe my mouth, watching her as she lies back against the couch. She looks content, her body limp with satisfaction. The tiny random smiles that keep appearing on her lips make me smile too.
“Well, fuck me.”
“I would, but I don’t think you can handle it.”
Her eyes spring open and she grins at me.
“That’s where you underestimate me, Professor Sullivan.”
God, hearing her call me that is a major turn on. I’m literally ready to explode.
I get up and sit down next to her on the couch, my cock stiff. She swings herself onto me, straddling me, her arms draped loosely around my neck. She kisses me, my cock dangerously close to the entrance of her wet pussy. I grunt, and still kissing her, while I fumble for that condom. I find it, tear it open, then roll it over my shaft, my mouth pressed against hers.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” She grins.
I smile as she lifts herself up and comes down so hard on my length, I see stars. I let out a growl as I slide through her slick wetness with much more force than I expected. I put my hands on her ass rocking her back and forth as she rides me.
Everything she does turns me on. From the way she bites her lip when I penetrate her, to the look of determination in her eyes when she came down on my cock. My body doesn’t stand a chance in hell against her, so I give in. I lean forward and press my lips onto hers, devouring her, while I’m buried inside her pussy. My cock throbs as her slick walls contract around me.
“Fuck.”
I bounce her on my cock as the pressure builds to a breaking point. My cock spasms, and then I release. Hard. So hard that the room begins to spin. I jerk forward, thrusting her body against mine. I lock my mouth on hers as I continue to come, her tongue curling around mine as her pussy contracts around me.
She keeps riding me, her movements slowing as I come down from my high. Then she lifts herself off me and snuggles in my arms. I kiss her sweaty, sticky forehead, while she smiles at me.
“So…” She grins at me and I laugh. “There was talk of supper? Because now I’m ravenous.”
I shake my head, because I’m not surprised she’s worked up an appetite.We spend the rest of the evening talking over pizza, because I don’t have the energy to cook us something to eat, considering it’s nearly midnight, I think that’s fair enough. We lie on the couch together, feeling comfortable in each other’s arms.
At some point, I must have fallen asleep, and I wake up just after two in the morning. I’m still tired; I can barely keep my eyes open. I glance at Becca and realize she’s fallen asleep.
With great difficulty, I slide out from under her without waking her, then I carefully lift her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. She stirs when I place her on the cool sheet but nestles in my arms. I breathe out, relieved when she doesn’t wake. I lie there, just watching her sleep and I find myself smiling. I love how sweet and innocent she looks when she’s asleep. I love how she makes me laugh, and how she makes me feel like I’m worth something.
Her eyes flicker, then they open. It takes her a minute to remember where she is.
“What time is it?” she asks, yawning.
“Late. After two.”
She winces. “I should go.”
“Why not stay?” I ask her.
There’s nothing more I want than to wake up with her next to me.