“I know.” She gasped as his hands found her breasts through the slippery material. His mouth was deep into her cleavage, leaving hot, wet trails that made her nipples so hard they were like glass.
She moaned softly when he lifted his weight from her and she reached for him, whimpering. When he leaned over and turned on the lamp and put his glasses on the night stand, she blinked up at him in surprise. His hair was disheveled, his shirt pulled out of his jeans—she’d managed to get the top buttons undone, exposing quite a bit of his chest—and she’d never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, looking down at her, taking in the sight of her, thighs parted so he could see right up her dress. She was sure he could visibly discern how wet she was and he was staring right there at the apex of her thighs, just above the expanse of skin exposed between her black thigh highs and her panties. “I have to taste you.”
“Oh! God!” she cried when his big hands parted her thighs, forcing her dress up her hips, his mouth buried between her legs. He didn’t even take off her panties. He licked and sucked at her through them like he was trying to draw all the moisture out—which was impossible because the more he worked his tongue, the wetter she got. Her clit throbbed and her hands got lost in his dark hair, hips rocking of their own accord.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand his teasing anymore, he yanked her panties aside and feasted on her flesh like a starving man. His tongue moved expertly up and down her slit, tasting her, spreading her wetness, scooping it up and depositing it over her clit.
“Ohhhhh yes!” She moaned and lifted her hips when his tongue found her sweet spot and she heard him chuckle as he buried his nose in her cleft.
“There?” he teased, licking just under it. She shook her head, looking down at him as he licked her, bare mound exposed, shaved soft and smooth just hours ago in the secret hope this very thing might happen.
“Nooo, there,” she directed, moving her hips. “Ohhh fuck right there.”
“Mmmmm,” was all he said as he focused on her clit, his tongue flickering there, teasing it before settling in to a hot, fast rhythm that sent her flying.
“Oh make me come!” She begged him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving his mouth against her pussy, but he didn’t seem to mine. He was moaning almost as much as she was, drowning in her juices. “Oh fuck, I’m coming! Coming! Ohhhh!”
He grabbed her hips, holding her as still as he could, his tongue flat and hard and moving all over her clit as her orgasm rocked her. His mouth stayed fastened to her mound as she came, thrashing on the bed, stayed there as she shuddered and twitched, until finally she was still again, gasping in the aftermath of her climax.
“Oh Dom…” She said his name in a whisper, still not quite believing this was real. Her chemistry professor had just licked her pussy until she came and was now on his knees between her thighs, unzipping his jeans and pulling out the most glorious cock she’d ever seen. She knew he wanted her—she saw it in his eyes, the way his cock jumped in his hand as he looked between her legs at the mess she’d just made.
“Wait,” she murmured, sitting up and pushing him down on the bed. “I want to taste you too.”
He groaned, watching as she positioned herself between his legs, yanking his jeans down his thighs. He lifted and let her take them off, his boxers too, and she couldn’t resist taking him into her mouth right away. He was circumcised, his cock long and lean, like him, standing fully at attention and seeping precum. She tasted it, peppery at the back of her throat, as she took as much of him as she could, deep into her mouth.
“Ohhhh fuckkk,” he groaned, hands in her dark hair, pulling the curtain back so he could watch as her mouth came up the shaft. “You’re so beautiful. Let me see you.”
“You want this off?” She knelt between his thighs, pulling her dress up over her panties, revealing her belly. His eyes were bright, hand back on his cock, stroking lightly as she lifted it over her breasts, a black push-up bra, and then tossed it on the floor next to the bed.
“Jesus.” His word was barely a whisper. “Now suck it.”
She didn’t have to be asked twice, but he grabbed her before she could settle between his legs again, swinging her hips toward his face. Her tongue snaked over the head of his cock, sliding down the shaft to tickle his balls. She wasn’t the only one who had shaved. His testicles were hairless and tasted sweetly metallic on her tongue.
“Ohhhhh!” She moaned when he yanked her panties aside again, thrusting his tongue into her wetness. He didn’t focus on her clit this time. Instead, he made his tongue hard, like a tiny little cock, so he could fuck her with it. She lost herself in the sensation, rocking on top of him, her hand squeezing and stroking his cock with the same rhythm. She wanted him inside her so bad she couldn’t see straight.