He licks me through the way my body keeps seizing, through the tantalizing feel of my muscles clenching around his tongue and fingers over and over again.
Professor Levine stays between my legs until my fingers fall from his hair and my body goes limp against the bed.
He presses another sticky kiss against my thigh and then shifts upward.
Do I remember him taking the rest of his clothes off? Do I remember him undressing me anymore?
I’m not sure. My head feels floaty and my body is stardust, a thousand tiny fractured pieces of whoever I used to be, scattered into the dark blue galaxy that is Maddox Levine’s eyes. There’s no gravity, no oxygen. There’s just him and the burning heat ofhis skin, the warmth in his eyes like the sun in the center of the unexplored endlessness.
A whole new world.
“Little lamb?” I’m so focused on the way his lips are shiny with cum and saliva that I can’t answer. My mouth moves, but nothing comes out. “Luca?”
“Mmmmf?” I’m surprised I manage that much, and I almost giggle at how proud I am of the accomplishment.
“Do you need to safe-word?”
There’s more?I want to say, but that’s too many syllables for me to summon up. Instead, I’m caught up on the way his fingers gently skate up and down along my sides… the way he keeps checking in with me.
The way that, even though I’m practically paralyzed under the weight of his attention… I’m somehow still in control.
It’s that last bit of knowledge that gives me the strength to summon up a word. One word. That same word again.
“More.”
The slow expression of wonder that crosses his expression is chased away with a heat that makes him look almost feral.
Dangerous.
That heat zips from his eyes along my spine and makes me moan as he crawls between my legs and whispers… “Good boy.”
I watch almost helplessly as he grabs a bottle of lube, and my muscles start to tremble uncontrollably when he slicks two fingers and works them inside me before coating his cock and positioning himself between my legs.
There’s another pause—a beat where he looks at me, where he gives me another chance to say something. To stop him. The fact that he’d back off now even though I know he has to be so hard it probably hurts just makes me nod.
“Luca, can I fuck you like this?” He’s looking between us when he asks, at my hole that’s probably stretched and slick from his tongue and fingers… at his cock…
Shiny with lube.
And…
Like this?
Shiny with lube and no condom.
“Professor?” At least I manage a word now, and his eyes tear from the sight in front of him to look up at me. And then… “Oh…”
“I can get a con?—”
“I trust you.” I cut him off, and with the last little bit of strength I have, I take a trembling breath and finish. “Don’t put anything between us.”
He stares at me, his expression almost unreadable. “Okay, little lamb. If that’s what you want.”
I can’t summon the strength to tell him that all I want ishim, and thankfully he doesn’t ask me to.
Professor Levine spreads my legs a little wider, dragging my hips up before he slides his cock inside me one slow inch at a time. It’s too much.
I can’t breathe.
