His tongue slips out, and he trails it over my belly button and up to my breasts. He takes the strap of my bra between his teeth and pulls it off my body so that I’m completely exposed. Continuing up the valley of my breasts, up my throat and over my chin until his lips are hovering above mine.
“I don’t think I told you to remove my bra.”
“Again… instincts. And I really wanted to have my face between your tits. Sorry, not sorry.”
Before I can respond, he presses his lips to mine, the kiss like a caress until he slides his tongue through my parted lips. Even then, he doesn’t fight for dominance, doesn’t try to control it. He lets our kiss ebb and flow naturally.
My hands run through his hair. One thing I absolutely love about kissing him is weaving my hands through his thick head of hair.
Foster lifts his mouth and trails down to my collarbone. “Where to next, professor?”
“You’re going to feel me through my pants. No going under the waistband yet, and you’re going to keep kissing me the entire time. Remember, the slower the better, the gentler the better. You have to warm up the engine before we can kick it into high gear.”
“Got it.”
We continue to kiss, our mouths melding together as his right hand travels down my body until he reaches my hip. He runs his palm all the way down my outer leg, sliding to the inside and back up at a painfully slow, delicious pace.
Thank God I’m wearing yoga pants.
He runs his thumb along my clit, and I close my eyes, the sensation after all this foreplay nearly making me come.
I pull my mouth from his. “Okay, you can go under now.”
“You said not yet.”
“I lied.”
“Either I’m a fast learner, or you’re an excellent teacher.”
“The latter. Please, Foster… now you need to read that if you don’t get me off in the next ten seconds, you might lose your chance.” I’ve never been this hot and desperate in my life. “Just slide your hand down and use your thumb on my clit, but use very little pressure at first.”
His fingers tiptoe up until he reaches my waistband, then he slips his hand underneath, but not under my panties.
“I need your fingers on me.” There’s a begging note to my voice now.
“We’ll get there.” He bends over and sucks on my nipple.
My back arches off the couch. “Foster…”
He moans and pulls my nipple between his teeth. He touches me over the fabric of my panties, and I want to scream and tell him to give me what I want. That we’re long past the teasing stage. But fuck, it feels so good.
He brings his other hand up, running his thumb along my bottom lip, and I nibble the pad of his thumb.
“You’re so hot. I thought about nothing but fucking you all day yesterday.”
“Keep talking. That’s perfect.”
He pushes the tip of his thumb into my mouth and applies more pressure on my clit. “This good?”
A moan is my answer, then I suck on his thumb.
“My instincts are telling me to suck your tits. What do you say?”
I nod, more noises falling out of me. He bends and sucks, dragging my breast into his mouth. Oh shit, it feels so good.
“I’m thinking I should use my fingers now. Slide them into this wet, needy pussy. Sound good?” He slides my panties aside.
“God yes. One first, not all three.”
