“Oh god, please,” she begged, licking his shaft, his balls, his inner thighs.
He stopped for a moment, still. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.”
He groaned, lifting his hips, rolling her off him, onto her back, with a low grunt. Then he was on her, kissing her mouth, sucking at her tongue. She tasted herself and it made her pussy clench with want.
“Please,” she whispered as he pulled her bra down, not even bothering to undo it, licking the hard, brown points of her nipples. They were so hard she was sure they would cut the soft lash of his tongue. “Oh Dom, please, please.”
He reached down, yanking at her panties and she lifted her knees, letting them slide off so she could part her legs for him. He was poised above her, one hand on his cock, the other holding himself up. She ran her hand over the thick, ropey muscles of his arm, up over his bicep, his shoulder, eyes focused between their legs.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he whispered, hesitating just for a moment before sliding his cock slowly, slowly, into her wetness. She watched him slip into her, all the way in, felt him throbbing deep inside. “Ahhhh God, you feel so good!”
“Yes,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Fuck me. Please.”
Dom moved inside her, slow, hard, deliberate thrusts and Bailey wrapped her arms and legs around him, losing herself in sensation. The slick invasion of his cock in her womb made her remember the intimate moment they’d shared the day before and she wondered briefly what it would be like to give birth instead of just being witness to it. She wasn’t ready for that—she’d been on the pill for years—but with this man rutting between her thighs, smelling the wet, raw, animal scent of their lust, she found herself closer to that desire than she’d ever been before.
She ran her hands up his arms, over his chest, reveling the in hard muscles of his belly. You wouldn’t think an academic would be so ripped but the man was a god. Then she slipped her hand down to grasp him, thick and pumping inside of her. He gasped, his eyes flying open to meet hers. She smiled, twisting her hand around his shaft, feeling him throb.
“Let me taste,” she whispered, touching that little divot above his lip with her own finger. “Let me taste myself on your cock.”
He gave a low, regretful moan when he withdrew. She wiggled down to take him into her mouth, tasting the musk of her own pussy as he slid as far as he could down her throat. She gagged a little and he pulled back but she grabbed his ass, forcing him further down her throat. All the relaxation techniques she’d taught laboring women over the years allowed her to relax her throat muscles and Dom stared, awed, as she took his entire length, all the way to the hilt.
“Holy hell,” he whispered, his hand moving through her hair. “You’re fucking amazing.”
She beamed under his compliment, slowly sucking him in and out, taking him halfway, then all the way, repeating the pattern, again and again. He let her, moaning softly, hips thrusting, completely lost in the feeling, until suddenly his hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her slowly off his length, holding it just out of her reach.
Her tongue snaked out, trying to lick the tip, but he shook his head, panting.
“One more trip down that gorgeous throat of yours and I’m going to come.”
That made her whimper and squirm. She wanted his come.
“I want to fuck you. Can I come inside of you?”
She nodded eagerly. “I’m on the pill.”
They were both far too aware of the consequences of their current actions.
“Come here.” He rearranged them on the bed, reclining on the plaid comforter and pulling her onto his lap. She unhooked her bra, tossing it on the floor, but when she went to take off her thigh-highs, Dom grabbed her hand.
“Leave them on.”
She smiled, situating herself into the saddle of his hips, ready to go for a ride.
“Fuck, Bailey, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand it.” He ran his hands over her, up her belly, tweaking her nipples, making her whimper. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day you walked into my classroom.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. And here she thought it had been yesterday’s kiss that had sparked things between them.
“You have?” She frowned. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“You were my student.” He met her eyes in the dim light. He was still hard, throbbing and wet, up against her belly. “I knew I couldn’t have you.”
“But I’m not your student anymore,” she whispered, palming the head of his cock, rolling her hand around, making him gasp. “So you can fuck me now all you want.”