He inserts another finger and I whimper as his tongue unleashes its power over my clitoris, and as my arousal climbs my legs start to close by themselves.
“Open,” he snaps as he grabs my legs and pushes them back to the bed. “Keep your fucking legs open,” he snaps. My heart rate escalates at his domination and I nod as I gasp for air.
He pulls back to watch me and really starts to work me with his two fingers. My back arches in pleasure and I groan out loud. His eyes are locked onto mine. Pure predatory arousal fills his face. He is working me so hard that the bed is rocking and I am grabbing his forearm as if I am going to try and stop him, but we both know I have long passed that point.
“Jo … Josh,” I pant
“Come for me, beautiful girl, and then I will give you what you need.” My body starts to convulse and I shudder violently as an orgasm rips through me. He brings his face down into me and starts to lick me again. I jump as I try to get away from him. I’m just too sensitive.
He grabs my legs and rips me back down the bed to him, where he pries my legs back open. “Stop it. I need to taste the cream you’re giving me, nothing tastes better … or more beautiful.” His tongue dives deep into me and I hold his perspiration-clad shoulders as I gasp for air. I smile goofily at the ceiling as my hands hold the back of his head. He shouldn’t be teaching technology to his students, he should be teaching them what to say and do in bed. Joshua Stanton is ridiculously hot in the sack. He kisses his way up to my stomach and breasts and then my lips where he kisses me deeply. I can taste my own arousal on his lips. My hand slides down over his rippled abdomen and gently take his engorged length in my hand. I can feel every hard vein pumping with blood. He pulls back as his eyes hold mine and his jaw goes slack as I stroke him up towards his chest and he groans in pleasure.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I whisper into his mouth.
He nods and kisses me again. “Yes,” he whispers as he grabs my face in his two hands.
I slide down his body and take his nipple into my mouth and he grabs my hair in two handfuls on each side of my head.
“Do you want to blow in my mouth, baby?” I whisper into his chest.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispers as his grip tightens on my hair.
I move lower to where I am blessed with his perfect manhood. I run my tongue over the tip where I am rewarded with a gasp from him and a gush of pre-ejaculate into my mouth. He tastes so good. I take him in my mouth and start to suck heavily on the upstroke. He hisses in arousal and throws his head back in pleasure as his hands grip my hair in a painful pressure. I build a rhythm and start to take him as deep as I can. My body is aching to be filled. His panting and groans are a good indication that he is enjoying this as much as I am. He grips my hair and really starts to ride my open mouth. I love it when he does this, totally forgets what he is doing—his body’s need for orgasm takes over and he rides my mo
uth so hard he might hurt me. The power he has over me and the hard grip on my hair have me panting, chasing my own orgasm. I feel him harden and quiver, I bare my teeth and he gasps as he comes in a rush into my mouth. My gag reflex kicks in and I have to stop myself from heaving. I giggle as I choke.
“Don’t choke,” he laughs as he runs his hands through my hair.
I nod and kiss my way back up to his face. “I’ve missed you, my beautiful Lamborghini,” I smile.
He smiles sadly at me and kisses me again. “Don’t,” he whispers into my neck.
Huh … don’t. Don’t what?
My face drops. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“Tash, I don’t want to talk.” He continues kissing my neck and his fingers once again find that spot between my legs as they fall open against my will.
“What do you want to do if you don’t want to talk?” I ask.
He pulls back and smiles sexily at me. “I think that’s pretty obvious. I want to fuck.”
I smile again. “Ok, fuck now, talk later,” I whisper.
“Or not.” He smiles as he rolls me onto my back and starts to slide the side of his engorged length through my dripping wet sex. Shit, he feels so good. His body has a sheen of perspiration all over it and his eyes are fixed, watching the parts of our bodies that are connecting.
I look him in the eyes. “Baby, I need you inside me,” I whisper. “I can’t take one more minute without you.”
His eyes close in reverence and he nods as he starts to grip his length to feed himself into me.
The front door bangs shut and we hear keys hit the bench. My eyes widen in horror and I jump up in a rush and run to my door and shut it.
“Hello, love,” Mum’s voice echos through the apartment.
“Oh, my god. It’s Mum, she has a key,” I stammer as I jump around and search for my dressing gown in a panic.
Joshua’s eyes widen and he slaps his hand over his forehead in frustration, then he flops back on the bed onto his back.
“Perfect timing,” he mutters under his breath.