I fumble with the button on his jeans and he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says. "Your lips will be wrapped around my cock soon enough."
"Oh God," I whisper. The thought of his cock in my mouth, tasting him on my tongue, makes me hot.
His fingers press against my entrance, teasing me. “You’re soaked,” he observes. “This is how you’ve been when you’ve been tutoring me, isn’t it? Your panties wet underneath that little black skirt of yours, sitting with your thighs pressed together, your pussy throbbing. Fucking yourself with your vibrator and thinking about me.”
"I've been very professional," I say haughtily.
“I wanted to rip your damn clothes off the first time I saw you,” he growls. “Your fucking clothes annoy me.”
“What’s annoying about my clothes?”
He kneels down, his hands on the sides of my pants and yanks them to the ground, then tosses them aside. “The fact that you wear any,” he answers.
Colton slides his hands up my legs, one palm on each thigh, and spreads them apart. He puts his face close to my pussy, so close I can feel his hot breath against my skin, but he doesn't touch me. Instead, he inhales deeply.
Inhales me.
Then he looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes hooded, face racked with lust. "This is what I've been waiting for." He covers my pussy with his mouth, groaning loud and long when he tastes me, and the sound he makes is nothing compared to the moan I let out. I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
He flicks his tongue over my pussy, exploring me slowly like he has nowhere else on earth to be, and my head lolls back as he works me over. This is like nothing I've ever felt before, definitely not from the college boyfriend who couldn't have been less interested in going down on me if he tried.
But Colton… Colton murmurs his approval from between my legs. I run my hands over his head, pulling him against me and arching my hips toward him as pleasure washes over me like a wave, growing more and more intense as his tongue explores me.
Holy shit. How have I been missing out on this?
My vibrator and my fingers don't compare to this at all.
He eats me for what seems like an eternity until I'm on the verge, delirious from near-orgasm and pent-up frustration.
Then he pulls away, grinning at me, his mouth still glistening from my wetness. "Don’t worry, Cassie. I'm going to let you come."
I whimper at the promise.
"Turn around," he commands.
I comply, my heart thudding in my chest. Part of it is arousal and part of it is excitement, the nervous anticipation of not knowing what he wants from me. Colton runs his hands over my hips, gripping the flesh of my ass as he speaks. I wonder if he's going to bend me over and take me here, thrusting his cock into me the way I fantasized about.
I think I want him to bend me over and take me.
"I told you I wanted you to come on my face," he reminds me. "Stand still. Spread your legs."
I stand there motionless, my hands on the bed, as he lies on his back on the floor, his hands gripping my ankles.
"Do you know how many times I thought about this view?" he asks. "I fantasized about you standing over me in that little black skirt and those heels."
I inhale sharply at the mere suggestion.
"Kneel down, Cassie," he orders, his voice insistent. "I need your pussy on my face."
He needs it.
I do what he asks, barely hovering over him for a second before he grabs my ass and pulls me down on his face. Bracing my hands against the bed, I close my eyes, reveling in what he's doing to me. This time, it's not slow. This time he doesn't just eat me. He devours me, pulling my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.
He lifts me off his face just long enough to tell me what he wants from me. "I want you to fuck me, Cassie," he tells me. "Don't hold back. I want you to let go."
I suppress a whimper as he pulls me hard down on him again. His hands travel up my back, over my stomach, and then they're on my breasts, pulling at my nipples as I lean forward to brace myself against the bed.
I'm too far gone to be self-conscious and I'm too far gone to think about anything else except the way his touch feels on my skin, or the way his mouth feels, warm and wet, between my legs.
My hips grind against him the way I want to ride his cock. From somewhere outside myself, I can hear my whimpers turn into louder cries, totally unintelligible, or maybe it's his name I'm calling over and over. The sensations are so intense that even though I want to hang on, to savor this moment more than anything else, I'm overpowered by a wave of pleasure that takes me by surprise.
When Colton thrusts his tongue into me fiercely, it sends me over the edge. The orgasm is practically blinding, and I clutch the side of the bed as I cry out. It washes over me, wave after wave, until I'm lost in it.