She cries out, eyes searching for mine as her grip on my hair becomes punishing. I add a third finger, curling and massaging, and spear my tongue into her alongside them. With my free arm, I push my elbow against her thigh to keep her spread wide and draw rough figure eights on that pulsating bundle of nerves, watching from her cunt as her entire body begins to tremble.
The moment she starts to come, though, I slow my movements, yanking her back from the edge. A frustrated grunt pushes from her chest, and I build back up again, stroking and sucking and rubbing until she’s right there, over and over and over.
We’re both drenched in sweat. My vision is blurring, desire swimming through my mind and blocking out all thought except how good I can make her feel. That’s all my body wants to do right now.
“Sutton,” Elle whines, tears pooling in those beautiful hazel eyes of hers.
“Goddamn, there she is,” I coax, my stomach twisting violently as she tightens, cutting off my circulation. This time, I don’t slow down, too desperate to feel her come around my fingers. “Let it out, baby. Take everything you need from me. You’re so perfect and beautiful with my fingers inside you. Don’t I deserve a reward for making you feel so good?”
Her mouth falls open on a soul-shattering moan, half prayer, half war cry. She goes rigid, shaking uncontrollably as her cunt clamps so tight that she almost pushes me out.
When her back arches, she breaks eye contact, but I don’t make note of it out loud. Instead, I keep pumping, drawing every last spasm out of her until she reaches down and grabs my wrist, forcing me to stop.
I withdraw slowly, placing all three fingers on the back of my tongue and sucking them clean. The taste of her arousal mixed with the slight musk from her sweat makes me hard as a fucking rock, and I move up so I’m looming over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before planting them both on either side of her head.
She’s out of breath but manages a limp smile. “You’re good at that. No one else ever?—”
Wincing, I cover her mouth with my own, flicking my tongue against hers. She moans, tasting herself, and palms the back of my head, trying to bring me closer.
“Don’t mention anyone else when you’re in my fucking bed,” I whisper against her lips. “You come on my hands, my face—that makes you mine. Got it?”
“You say that like I haven’t been yours since the beginning of the semester,” she says softly.
“Yeah?” Sliding my arm under her waist, I roll so she’s back on top, my cock bobbing angrily between us. “Prove it then.”
Humming, she guides me between her legs, slowly gliding back and forth along my length. Her underwear is still a barrier,but they’re entirely soaked through, leaving so little to the imagination as the friction makes me harder than ever.
“There are condoms in the nightstand,” I say, gripping the tops of her thighs. “Grab one and put it on me.”
“You keep them on hand?”
“Well, normally, no.” My face heats. “But I wanted to be prepared in case…you know. I got to do this with you.”
She hesitates, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
I sit up on my elbows, tilting my head as a strange expression passes over her face. “Hey,” I say, cupping her cheek. She turns, letting her hair fall, shielding herself from me. “What is it?”
Exhaling, she swallows. “I was hoping we wouldn’t need one.”
Silence, other than the slight crackling of a couple of the candle wicks, falls over us. My nostrils flare, my cock pulsing so thoroughly, I feel it in my throat.
Elle looks at me, her eyes cast downward. “It’s just…well, I get tested every time I have a new partner, and I’m okay…if you wanted to.”
“If I wanted to fuck you bare?” Sitting up more, I press my nose to her collarbone, inhaling deeply. “You’d let me in, just like that?”
“Well, if you’re also?—”
“I get a physical each semester. Avernia faculty policy. You’d have nothing to worry about.”
She nods, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back. “Then…yeah. I trust you. And as we know, I’m on the pill.”
“Religiously since you were a teenager.”
My recitation of her rambling the night we met makes her beam. “Exactly…and I really,reallywant to feel you with nothing between us. Please?”
“Christ, Elle. You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” Her nod is my undoing; I hook my fingers in herunderwear and pull, waiting for the tear of fabric. When nothing happens, I frown, glaring down at the material. “What the hell is this, some sort of chastity device?”
“It didn’t do a good job of keeping your mouth from my?—”
