I want to see her perfect, pink tongue as it circles the tip of my cock, as it laps up the precum that beads there.
“Fuck, Ana. Fuck. Yes.”
She might be innocent in some ways, butthisis not one of them.
She drags her teeth along the shaft, just enough pain to be pleasurable.
Her nails rake gently over my skin.
She takes me deeper, gagging slightly but refusing to stop.
Focused. Ferocious. Fucking perfect.
I come hard, groaning as I spill into her mouth, across her lips, her face. She takes it all and moans like it turns her on.
I want to fuck her badly. In her pussy. In her ass. In her mouth again. I want all of her. I want her to forget her own name by morning.
I hear her pull the light fabric of her silk nightie over her head, then she lies back on the floor and tells me to finish what I started.
“Finger me,” she says.
I stretch out along her length. She’s so much smaller than I am, and yet we seem to fit together perfectly.
This is the first time she’s been fully naked, so I explore her body with my hands, tongue, and teeth.
I nibble at the sensitive spot below her ear.
I lavish attention on her pert nipples. I bite at her hip bones, and she arches for more, a shocked noise of pleasure erupting from her lips.
By the time I acquiesce to her demand, two fingers sliding into a dripping-wet pussy, she is ready to explode. Her hips grind against my fingers, my hand.
I grin and tell her to hold for one second, and her responding noise of desperation nearly makes me laugh out loud.
I take a few quick steps to a side table, pull out a vibrator.
Back at her side, I spread her pussy lips wide and found that oh-so-sensitive nub. I turn on the vibrator with a click and then hold it to her clit. She cries out, hips jutting wildly. I can’t help but smirk with satisfaction.
“Stay still,” I say. “Be good.”
Her hips flex into the feeling of intense vibration, and I hold the toy steady as my other hand resumes its task. In and out. Two fingers, then three, spreading her wide. She moans and squirms and pushes her hips up.
Her noises are exquisite. A slow build of moans, each higher-pitched than the one before. And when she falls from the precipice, she loses her breath.
She goes board-still, every muscle tense as her sweet cunt crushes itself around my fingers.
It feels endless. And then, suddenly, it feels too short. She sags against me, chest rising and falling as her body fights to catch its breath, and I keep my hand moving. I don’t ease up, because I can’t let this moment end.
She reaches out and takes my cock in her hand. Strokes it, matches my pace. I’m so hard, so ready again, and it feels so good to be touched.
This time is slower. Just touching, just stroking. But it’s enough. When she comes again, I’m already on the edge. I move over her, aching to bury myself for these last seconds in that tight pussy.
When I finally let go, it spills across her belly and chest. She murmurs, “Yes…more…” and when it’s over, we collapse side by side on the floor, bodies warm, hearts racing, just breathing, letting the quiet settle around us.
Eventually, she yawns and says, “I should get home. I have class tomorrow morning.”
Class. Oh, yes, I think I do remember Vasiliy telling me she’s a college student. Our first encounter was the result of a dare.
Knowing this small thing about her, that she is in college, should be enough. I should not want to know more. I don’t want her to care about me. I don’t want to care about her.
