Pushing the Limits(43)

My hands slide up her sides, rubbing the paint along her skin as I cup  her breasts, covering them with the red paint as well. I squeeze them in  my palms, her body relaxing against mine as I massage them and hum in  her ear.

"Fuck, baby … " I moan distracted by her perky tits. Blood rushes to my  groin, pulsating against her and straining to be back inside her.

She takes advantage and swings her elbow back into my stomach, just hard  enough that my hands release her. She runs for more paint, but I manage  to grab her elbow and pull her back, smearing paint all over her neck  and chest.

"Nice try." I cock a smile. "I kind of like you naked and covered in  paint." My lips curl into a knowing smirk, wrapping a hand around her  waist and securely holding her in place. "Actually, I prefer it."

"That's good to know. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of making it a  regular thing. You know, start a new fashion trend and all." She  wiggles her body against mine.

"You wouldn't dare." My brows draw together.

"Wouldn't I?" She arches a brow, challenging me. "Standing naked in  front of dozens of strangers was definitely a rush. I might consider  making it a daily thing."

I lean in, capturing her lower lip in between my teeth. I softly release  it and run my tongue along the length of it. "Don't even think about  it," I growl. "The only person who's allowed to see your body from now  on is me."

"Is that a fact? You own my body now?" she taunts, smiling sweetly. I  want to say yes. I want to own her body and do whatever I want to it.

"Shall I prove it to you?" I ask hoarsely.

"I'd like to see you try, Professor." Her eyes are hot, burning into mine.

"What have I been saying about calling me that?" I growl, bowing my head down into the crease of her neck.

"That every time you hear me say it, you want me to ride your face until  your tongue goes numb," she says matter-of-factly, making my cock  strain against my shorts.

"Fucking hell, Aspen," I groan, dragging my teeth along the flesh of her  throat. "You're going to make me come before I even get inside you." I  inhale her sweet scent, driving me even crazier.

"Would that really be a bad thing?" she taunts, arching her head back  further. "I can think of all kinds of places you could come."         

     



 

Her words elicit another tortured groan from my throat. I pull her  closer, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands drop to massage  the curves of her ass, moving my hips against hers, taunting her.  Without any warning, I bring my hand up and slap it down on her ass  cheek, quick and hard, causing her to squeal. Her lips break from my  mouth as she arches her hips against mine.

"Let's get you cleaned up, my dirty girl," I say against her ear, giving her ass another quick slap.

"Keep doing that and we may never make it to the shower." She lowers her  hands down my chest and palms my cock over my shorts, teasing me until I  feel the buildup and yank her hand away.

"That's enough," I hiss, clenching my jaw as I try to stay in control.

I grab her hand in mine and walk toward the bathroom. Once inside, I  pull us into the shower and pin her body against the wall with my hips.

The hot water sluices over our bodies as I caress her body, gently rubbing the paint off her skin.

We become a mass of hands and lips, bodies tangling, as we fuse together, neither wanting to let go.

"Morgan," she moans my name, both a prayer and a plea at the same time. I  know she's hungry for it, her body tightening up and begging for a  release.

"Turn around, sweetheart."

She does as she's told, completely entranced by my words and the feel of  my hands against her. I grab her wrists and pull her arms up over her  head, securing her palms against the wall. I look at her in this  position, completely memorized by this stunning woman, completely taken  aback by how strong my feelings are for her.

I drag my hands down her body, kneeling down behind her as my fingers  burrow into her ass cheeks, spreading her legs open for my assault. Like  a man possessed, I slide my tongue up her perfect, pink slit. She's so  fucking wet, her pussy quivering right in front of my face.

I spread her cheeks wider, exposing her bare flesh all the way up to her  tight hole. I fuck her with my tongue, deeper and faster, sliding it up  and down her smooth skin. Her hips shake as she moans, begging for  more.

She's all I can breathe and taste.

Groaning inwardly, I insert a finger inside her as I suck on her hot  clit. It's plump and needy, her body rocking with every move my finger  makes.

"That's it, baby," I praise as I thrust harder. I can feel she's getting  close, but I'm desperate to feel every part of her explode around me.

"Turn around," I order, sitting back against the other wall. She turns  and places her hands flat against the wall, her hungry pussy angled to  my face.

I wrap both hands around her thighs and push her clit right in between  my lips. She rocks her hips against my tongue, my mouth devouring every  eager drop.

I slide a hand against her pussy, feeling it throb as it waits for my  return. I push her legs apart wider and glide my hand up to her tight  little hole. I push a thick finger inside as my lips find her clit again  and plunge a tongue inside as my finger works her on the other end.

"Ohmigod … " Her hips rock wildly, moaning and cursing in between heavy breaths. "Fuck, Morgan … yesyesyes … "

Her words encourage me further, fucking her sweet pussy with my tongue  as my finger fucks her ass, both throbbing and tightening with every  thrust.

I feel her walls tightening around my tongue, her body unraveling more  and more with every intense second. I push my thumb inside her pussy, my  lips sucking her clit into my mouth as my finger thrusts her tight  hole. She screams, coming and shaking, her hips frantic, as I taste her  release against my tongue.

The water turns cold as she pants against the wall, trying to catch her  breath. I push her body down on mine, wrapping her legs around my waist  as I stay seated on the floor. Her chest moves up and down, still  breathing heavily, a flush still high on her cheeks and down her neck.

I palm her cheek and guide her mouth to mine, but there's no teasing and  eagerness this time. With my tongue, I nudge her lips apart and slide  mine in to claim hers, slow and sweet, ignoring the cold beads cascading  down on us.

Her hard, cold nipples are pressed against my chest, the blood rushing  to my groin as I feel her body pressed against mine. I want to sink deep  inside her and feel her come against my cock, but this sweet, simple  moment makes my heart squeeze as I think about how fast I'm falling for  her.

My heart also aches at the fact that I have to hide it to the rest of the world.

"You're shivering," I whisper, brushing the wet strands of her hair back off her face. "Let's go warm you up."

"I'm sure you have many ways of warming me up, don't you?"

"There's only one way to find out."         

     



 





The sun is brutal in the morning and today's no different. Except for  the fact that I've had little to no sleep, but I'm not even a little  upset about that. The entire night was spent with Aspen-in her bed, her  studio, and shower. It's a night I'll never forget.

I finally peel my eyes open and see her cradled peacefully in my arms,  exactly where she passed out just a few hours ago. I know we both have  to get up and ready for the day, but I could lay here with her all day.

I smile as I cup her cheek and softly rub my thumb over it. Her eyes  flinch and she shifts slightly, moaning as she tries to roll the other  way.

This all feels so natural. It's hard to believe it's the first night  we've spent together. It's been so long that I nearly forgot how it felt  to wake up with someone I cared about.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But I have to leave and get ready for work."

She groans and wiggles closer to me. "Do you have to? Play hooky." A  small smile appears over her mouth, and I lean down and brush my lips  against them.

"I wish I could."

"It's not like they need you there anyway. They can work on their art  stuff without you," she teases, and I dig my nails into her side, making  her jump. "Stop!" She laughs as I continue tickling her. "Okay, okay. I  take it back!"

"Are you saying I'm not useful?"

Her eyes finally open and she looks at me, her lips in a wide smile.  "Oh, Professor … you are very useful." She winks and wrinkles her nose.  Damn her fucking cuteness. It's going to be nearly impossible keeping my  eyes and hands off her during class.

I lower my arms down and around her waist until my hands reach her ass  cheeks. I give her a quick slap and she squeals. "Oh my God!" She laughs  and tries to pull away from my grip, but I smile and roll over her,  holding her hostage against the mattress with my hands around her  wrists.