His lips tilt into a smirk at the sound of my plea, and he slowly lowers his head between my legs. His breath is hot against my sensitive skin, and I shiver in anticipation. He gently parts my folds with his fingers, exposing my swollen clit.
“Mi Pajarito hermoso.”
Henry leans in closer, his tongue darting out to taste me. I gasp at the sensation, my body trembling beneath him. He laps me up, his tongue teasing and tantalizing, driving me wild with each stroke.
I can feel the pressure building inside of me, my orgasm approaching quickly. It had been so long since anyone touched me like this. Maybe even ever.
I grab his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as I hold on for dear life. He continues to lick and suck at my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching and filling me.
“I’m so close,” I pant, my body shaking with each thrust of his fingers. He growls against me, the vibration sending me over the edge. I cry out, my orgasm shattering through me like a tidal wave.
Henry pulls away, and his lips and chin are glistening with my arousal. I lean down to wipe it off, but he grabs myhand. “Don’t you dare.” He looks up at me, his eyes filled with hunger and need.
I take my hand back and drop against the bed in exhaustion. When I look up, Henry quickly removes his clothes. My mouth falls open when his erection springs free. I can see the evidence of his desire, proof of how much he wants me.
I take a moment to admire him fully. Seeing his toned torso makes my mouth water and my fingers itch at the chance to mark the delicate skin there. As my eyes drink him in, they catch on a dark blob of ink perched on his upper thigh. I can’t quite see what it is, but my mouth twists into a smile anyway.
“My, my Professor Castillo. You have a thigh tattoo. What a slut.”
Henry’s eyes dance with amusement as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Slut, huh?” he teases, leaning down so his face is just inches from mine. “That’s no way to talk to your teacher, Ms. Davis.”
A burst of playful laughter comes from deep within my chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, Professor. Should I raise my hand before I speak?” I say, my grin widening.
Henry leans in closer, and his breath tickles my ear. “You’re dangerously close to detention, you know.”
My heart pounds, and I bite my lip to stifle a grin. “Is that supposed to scare me?” I challenge, tilting my head to meet his gaze.
“Depends,” he says, his voice low. “Are you the type who likes to be punished?”
Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, hot and demanding. His hands trail down my side, their warmth igniting a fire beneath my skin. I lift my hips to him, desperate for more contact.
He doesn’t waste any time before answering my hips and positioning himself at my entrance. His eyes locked on mine, and I let myself become consumed by him.
“Do you have protection?” I blurt out mechanically. I knew how babies were made and wasn’t taking any chances.
“Yes,Pajarito.”
Henry works quickly, reaching around me to the nightstand sitting beside his bed. He fumbles momentarily, his hand brushing against a book and knocking over a lamp before pulling the piece of square foil from the drawer. He tears the wrapper with his teeth, his gaze never leaving mine. A wave of heat rushes through me.
“Always prepared,” I murmur, teasing.
His tips twitch into a sly grin as he rolls the condom down his length. “I’ve been preparing for this moment since you finally let me in,Pajarito.” His tone is laced with sincerity beneath the playful words.
I reach for him, and he responds instantly, his body aligning with mine perfectly. The moment his tip presses against my entrance, I gasp, my fingers clutching at his biceps.
He pauses, his dark eyes searching for permission. “You’re sure?” he asks, his voice soft, almost reverent.
“Yes, Henry. Please,” I beg, my voice trembling. All of the hesitation I felt toward this moment feels fleeting. Like it never should’ve existed in the first place.
He pushes in slowly, stretching me in a way that makes my breath hitch, and my body burns with a heady mix of pain and pleasure. My nails dig into his shoulders as I adjust to the fullness. He stills, giving me time to catch up.
“Relax,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Fuiste hecho para mi.”
Henry’s words melt the tension in my body, and I nod, shifting my hips to let him know I’m ready. He pulls back slightly, then thrusts in again, a restrained groan escaping his lips. The sound is raw, unfiltered, sending a shiver racing through me.
Our movements quickly find a rhythm. It’s slow anddeliberate at first, but then the motion becomes faster and more urgent as the fire between us builds. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him closer.
The room fills with the sounds of our erratic breathing, whispered names, and the slap of skin against skin. Every stroke, every thrust, pulls me closer to the edge, and I know I won’t last much longer.
