I’m out of control and, judging by the way his tongue furiously licks me, he is enjoying it as much as me - if that is even possible. I keep pressing against him until I start to feel that familiar pressure, one that makes me clench my insides and brace myself for the incoming wave.
I grit my teeth and let a moan escape between them as my body shakes, that electric orgasm travelling outwards from my pussy to my limbs, and finally nestling inside my mind. My skin prickles and I exhale deeply, fully knowing that Anders won’t stop there. Hell, he’s just starting.
He keeps lapping at me, slowing down just enough for me to regain my strengths. He caresses my clit with his tongue, gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive it feels. But as I start moaning once more he goes back to that vicious rhythm. I bite my lip and grab the hard edges of the desk, my clit still so sensitive that each time his tongue touches it I feel as if I have been hit by lightning. And I love it.
I’m already arching my back when he slides one finger inside me, prodding and exploring carefully, my whole body twitching in pleasure. I open my legs wider as he slides one more finger inside, pulling them in and out furiously as he keeps licking my clit.
I can even feel my jaw quivering, my whole body buzzing as my muscles tense up like a bowstring pulled to its maximum.
"Professor..." I intone, loving the way that forbidden word rolls over my tongue. I could say it over and over again and never tire. "Professor..."
I’m still saying it when my muscles shake once more, licked by the furious flames of pleasure. I thrust my pussy against his fingers, making him bury them deep as his name turns into a scream, thick beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and plastering my hair down.
He gives one gentle kiss there before sliding out his fingers, and he slowly stands up, towering over me. He leans into me and kisses my cheek, right over the corner of my mouth. I can taste myself in his lips and I love it - I love how he wants me, I love how he can’t get enough of my body.
"More..." I beg, not caring if my body still hasn’t recovered. He eases his body into me, his cock parting my folds wide as his shaft fights against my inner walls, lodging itself deep inside of me. I grab his ass cheeks, my fingers like claws, and pull him in, forcing his twelve inches as deep as they can go. Then I relax my hold and he goes back, only his tip inside of me. He holds his position there, teasing, and I bury my fingertips in the smooth skin of his ass. "Please, sir..."
In one swift motion he pierces me, his shaft travelling down its whole length inside of me. In and out he goes, each coming and going driving me utterly and completely mad.
"Harder!" I moan between gritted teeth, my hands forcing him up and down in a frenzy. I have Anders-fever and it’s just perfect.
He keeps thrusting at me as I embrace him, my breasts pinned between our bodies. It might be a cliché, but I would give anything to remain like this. It’s more than sex - it’s closeness, it’s... It’s everything I needed.
With my eyes shut close, bodies and souls as one, I come once more. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice and still he keeps going as a sea of pleasure licks at my body.
"I can't have enough of you..." I tell him, making sure that he knows it. It’s a truth so perfect that I just can’t keep it to myself. I nibble at his earlobe as the orgasm washes back over me, my muscles twitching, tensing and relaxing all at once. I’m a hot mess and, still, I want more. I want so much more... I know I won't be happy until my muscles ache and my legs become so weak I won't be able to stand.
I run my hand over his face and up through his hair, taking in the beautiful sight of him. I place both hands on his chest and smile at him.
"Make me yours, sir..."
"If you say so," he grins at me, a grin that tells me I’m in for a world of ecstasy. He takes his hands to my hips and makes me roll to the side. I place my legs on the floor but remain bent over the desk, my back and ass turned to him. His hands run down my back and over the curve of my ass; he slides his fingers under it and, finding my pussy, slides one finger inside. I wriggle my hips, anxious for his cock. I don't have to wait long - with his hands on my lower back, his fingers gently resting over my dimples, he eases himself in. His body is on top of mine, rocking softly and pressing me down on the mattress.
I grab the desk as hard as I can, pressing my forehead on its surface as he softly goes in and out of me. He’s doing it slowly and gently, as if he has all the time in the world. And, if it’s up to me, he can have as much time as he wants to explore my body.
He keeps going for I don't know how long, each stroke of his cock slowly lowering me down into a world where time is irrelevant. For the first time in my life I come like that, pleasure drawn out of me with gentleness and care. There is no need for harshness or for him to go harder... Just slow and steady, his body pressed on mine, his breath against my neck - what more do I need?