"You make me so fucking hard" he whispers, my blood boiling as his words reach me. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve gotten hard during class just looking at you,” he continues, this time leaving all playfulness out from his voice. I smile gently at him, my heart turning to mush. With both hands on his face, I reach for him and brush my lips gently against his. I don't know why but, hearing him say it... I needed to hear it - I needed to know how much he wants me. How I make him hard. It just feels amazing to be desired by a man like him.
His fingertips brush against my belly, slowing climbing up my stomach and meeting the soft flesh of my breasts. He cups them, gently squeezing as my nipples peek between his outstretched fingers. I rest my hands over his, making him squeeze harder as I wriggle under his touch.
I push my hips upwards, anxious for more. Lacing my legs behind his back I reel him in, the bulge under his boxers rubbing between my thighs. God, I need that. Clawing with my hands at his back I keep thrusting with my hips, grinding against his cock desperately.
His pants come down as I push on them with jerking motions, grabbing at the hem of his boxers in the process and sending it all down his legs. He kicks off his shoes and wriggles free of the rest of his clothing; the sight of his naked body makes my heart kick, punch and scream against my chest, anxiety seeping through to my blood. As if with a will of its own, my hand darts down and grabs his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape quickly. I feel him pulse against my hand, his desire for mim palpable - is there anything better in the whole world?
I start stroking him hard, my hand tracing the whole length of his member. I can't shake off the desire to simply guide him inside me, but I’m patient - we are not going anywhere soon. Still grabbing his cock, I sit up on the desk and place my free hand around his neck; I pull him into me, forcing his mouth to go straight for my breasts. He does it happily, wrapping his full lips around my nipple and sucking eagerly as I moan, my hand still going up and down on his cock.
I pull back then, my nipple popping out of his mouth, and throw him an anxious look.
“What do you want?” He asks me, grinning, but he already knows the answer.
“Your cock, sir… I want your cock,” I tell him in a hushed tone.
“On your knees, then,” he commands me, and I climb down from the desk and go down in one flowing movement. I point his cock at my mouth and, my eyes locked on his, I lower my head, reaching for his member with my mouth. I let my tongue part my lips and brush it against his tip, covering every single inch of it with hungry circular movements. Opening my mouth I then wrap my lips around his glans, sucking as I slide back. I can almost feel him shudder in anticipation as I do it over and over again. Only when he seems to expect me to carry on like that do I allow myself to go deeper, sliding his cock deep inside my mouth in one fast motion. He gasps, his hands darting to my head and grabbing at the roots of my hair.
I take a moment to look up into his face, my heart fluttering at the sight of him contorting in pleasure.
"Do you like it, sir…?" I ask him, and an expression that pleads for more lights up his face. I go back at it, guiding his cock to my mouth and placing it right over my tongue, his scent scratching at that sweet spot in my mind. If he’s enjoying it, what can I say about me? I’m loving it so much I could go on forever.
He has other plans though.
Pushing my head back, he grabs my hands and pulls me up to my feet; in a heartbeat, he pushes me back on top of the desk once more, and then he hooks his fingers on my thong and tugs on it viciously, pulling it down my legs. He slides one finger up my leg and traces the contour of my groin, closing in on my pussy but then going back down again, teasing me mercilessly. I squirm, anxious for his touch, but he takes his time - when he finally brushes his fingers over my pussy I become as wet as all the oceans put together. Then, as if he feels I’m ready for whatever he wants to do with me, he throws me a devilish smile and places both his hands on my knees. He pushes them apart, opening my legs and then kneels between them.
I run my tongue over my lips, anticipating what’s to come. Kneeling on the floor, he positions his face between my thighs. Starting from the bottom he licks my pussy upwards, a shiver furiously crawling up my spine. He goes back down again, taking his time with each stroke. When he presses one finger above my clit I’m already panting, feverishly craving for him to stop the teasing.
Gently, he rubs my clit, my hips swaying unconsciously and matching the rhythm of his tongue. I grab his hair, feeling the slight bob of his head as he licks me, my pussy in flames as his lips suck and kiss. I lock my legs on his back, thrusting my pussy against his face as if I’m a woman possessed.