“How, baby? How do you want me to kiss you?”
“Hard. And deep,” I say, pulse spiking as the uncharacteristically demanding words escape my lips. “I want to feel your tongue inside of me.”
“I want that, too. So fucking much.” Justin digs his fingers into my hips. “Keep it up, baby. Keep telling me what you want because all I want is to make you feel good. To make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
My lips part to confess that he already has, but before I can speak his mouth covers my sex and his tongue swirls around my entrance, kissing my pussy every bit as intimately as he kissed my mouth, and my vocabulary is reduced to a long, low moan.
And then a gasp and then his name, which I chant again and again as he takes me higher, higher, until I shatter into a thousand perfectly broken pieces.
Chapter Eighteen
Justin
The moment she arches beneath me, her body stiffening as she starts to come, I angle my head and drive my tongue deeper into her pussy, swirling against her inner walls as wet heat fills my mouth. She tastes like the ocean, where lava meets the sea, hot, tart, alive, and sexy as ever-loving fuck.
“Yes, Libby,” I murmur, suckling her clit, drawing out her release until she’s twisting and writhing beneath me. But I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her prisoner to her own pleasure, keeping her pinned until she reaches down to claw at my shoulders with a ragged sob.
“Now you. Please, Justin, I need to make you come. I need to make you feel the way I feel right now.”
I sit back on my heels, intending to get out of my boxer briefs as fast as humanly possible, but before I can reach for my waistband, Libby’s fingers curl around the fabric, pulling it down, freeing my cock. My breath catches as she takes me in hand, wrapping her fingers around my suffering length, making it twitch.
I can’t remember the last time I was this desperate for a woman’s touch. Libby’s cool fingers as she explores my swollen flesh, squeezing and stroking until I groan, are messengers of pleasure and mercy. And then she lowers her head, and my groan becomes a curse and a silent prayer for the strength to keep from losing control until I’ve had the chance to properly enjoy her mouth on my cock.
Her tongue circles my sensitive tip, licking away the pre-come that’s been leaking steadily out of me since the first time I made her come. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” she says, her breath warm on my shaft. “I’m going to devour your gorgeous, delicious cock, and you’re going to tell me how you like it.”
I smile as I recognize my own words from a few minutes ago, feeling oddly proud of her. But I guess it isn’t odd for a teacher to feel pride when a student catches on exceptionally quickly.
“You’re going to tell me if you want it harder or faster,” she continues, circling my head again, and again, until my balls start to feel like leaden weights dragging between my legs. “Or slower or deeper.”
“Right now I just want to be inside your mouth, beautiful.” I thread my right hand into her silky hair. “I’m dying for it, in fact. So any way you want to do that is incredible by me.”
“All right.” Her lips part and a moment later she begins to slide her mouth down, sucking me deeper, making my vision blur because it is so crazy hot to watch my cock pushing past Libby’s pink lips. She pauses about halfway down, her tongue working against my skin as she glides down another half inch, but I stop her before she can take me deeper, fisting my fingers lightly in her hair.
“That’s good,” I say, my voice thick and my dick pulsing hard between her lips. “Don’t push if it’s uncomfortable. That feels amazing just like that, and if you want you can use your hand for the rest.”
She brings her hand to the base of my cock and squeezes. As she pulls back, her fist follows behind her mouth, drawing out the sweet pressure on my length. “Yes, Libs, just like that. That’s so insanely good.”
She repeats the same sinful up and down, three, four, five times until I can’t help but pulse my hips forward as her mouth closes around me. She sucks me deeper in response, increasing the suction, making me so wild I know I’m not going to be able to stay in control much longer.
“Just your hand now, Libs. Just use your hand.”
“But I want more of you,” she says in this rough, sexy voice that goes straight to my suffering balls. “I want to feel you come in my mouth.”
Fuck, and that’s it. All I can handle.
I haul her up my body by her hair, fusing my mouth to hers as I guide her hand back to my cock and cover it with mine. “That’s sexy as hell,” I growl against her lips as I show her the rhythm that feels right. “But not this time. I don’t want to hurt you.”