I heard him laugh and then I felt his tongue return, lapping up my wetness. Long, slow licks, up and then back down, until I was squirming on the bed. I wanted him so bad. I could hardly contain the needy moans spilling out of me. His tongue was so soft against my tender, sensitive lips that I thought it would drive me crazy. My toes curled against the floor, my desire making me dizzy. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he finally thrust his tongue deep inside of me again.
Cursing at the sensation, I lost control of myself, thrusting toward him, wanting more. He gave me what I needed, fucking me with his strong tongue, his teeth capturing my clit and finding the perfect amount of pressure, the heat of his breath adding to the sensations.
“Yes,” I moaned, loving the way his tongue was pumping into me. “Fuck, yes, yes.”
I lost myself in the mind-bending pleasure as he held my legs apart, making the taut muscles of my inner thighs ache deliciously, spreading me wide so he could taste me. So he could take me fully with his mouth.
“I’m almost there,” I told him. “Come here.”
Reaching out a hand, I expected Stefan to get off his knees and climb onto the bed, fit his body against mine, plunge his hard cock into my waiting pussy and fuck me until I could barely see straight. Instead, the thrusting of his tongue got faster, making my soft cries grow louder and more desperate. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to keep tonguing me until he made me come. The thought of it pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm shattered through me, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my release.
Still murmuring his name, I came back to earth.
“You ready for more, kitty cat?” he asked, a wicked smile on his lips.
And then he kissed my aching inner thigh and started all over again with his tongue.
This time, he added his fingers, two and then three of them, filling me up. It felt so good, so tight, the friction sending hot sparks of pleasure through me. As I thrust against his hand, he brought me quickly to the brink again, stretching my pussy wide with his pumping fingers as his tongue teased my clit. It was almost more than I could bear, but I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted this to end.
His fingers fucked me harder and harder, his tongue lavishing my sensitive clit with hard, wet strokes. This time I threw my head back and screamed as I came, unable to control the way my body reacted to his touch. The waves of this orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. I struggled to catch my breath.
Still, I needed more from him. More of him.
“I want to be with you,” I said, still panting on the bed. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want to be with you, too,” he said.
My body humming with anticipation, I watched as he stood and quickly shed his clothes. I would never tire of seeing him naked, of taking in the flawless view of his strong, powerful body and perfect, hard cock. He was more than ready for me and I could see his chest heaving with desire. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was everything I wanted—everything I had hoped for and more. He was perfect and he was all mine.
Finally he climbed onto the bed with me, crawling up my body, my legs still spread wide open, waiting for him. Wanting him. Needing him. I was so wet, so ready, that it only took one smooth thrust for him to bury himself deep inside of me, so deep that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. We were one in that moment, our bodies joined.
And it was more than that. More than just sex.
I had asked for something to hold onto. This was it. This was what I had been craving.
Stefan couldn’t tell me in words how he felt, but he could show me with his actions. With his body. As he began to fuck me, taking his time, his strokes long and languid, I knew that he was telling me how much I meant to him. How important I was to him. There was something between us—something powerful and perfect and right. Maybe it was better that he was showing me this way, because I didn’t know if there were any words that could describe how I felt, either. Maybe he felt the same.
He spread my legs wider, going even deeper with each stroke of his hard cock. He had never been this deep inside me before, practically splitting me apart. It was like a revelation. I never wanted it to end. Our bodies were slick, his breathing labored, my own words gone. I could only moan my pleasure, could only drag my nails down his chest as he lifted my legs and rested my ankles on his shoulders so he could go even deeper. Impossibly deep. My body was his, an instrument of pleasure for both of us, and one that only he knew how to play. I knew in that moment that there would never be anyone like him. Not now. Not ever. No one would ever be able to make me feel the way Stefan did.
He rocked into me, his hips slamming against me as he began to speed up. I could sense that he was losing control, that he was close to climaxing. My own orgasm was building inexorably inside of me and I could feel my toes curling against his shoulders. My fingernails bit into his shoulders, but Stefan didn’t even seem to register the pain, all of his attention focused on fucking me, on pushing me closer and closer toward my release.
I didn’t know how much more of this pleasure I could take, but then suddenly, Stefan fisted his hand in my hair, bringing my lips to his in a searing kiss that I felt in every cell of my body.
“Tori,” he whispered.
The connection pushed me right over the edge.
My scream of pleasure was muffled by his mouth as my pussy clenched around his thrusting cock. Still, he didn’t stop, thrusting harder and faster as I came, his hips pumping furiously until he was moaning his own release, spilling his hot come inside of me, his body shaking with the power of his orgasm.
When it was over, when our bodies had stilled, when our hearts began to slow to their normal pace, Stefan collapsed on the bed next to me, his body hot against mine. Without a word, he pulled me close and it wasn’t long before both of us were falling fast toward sleep.
As I was drifting off, I realized something with perfect clarity. That even if he couldn’t say the words, there was something between us that neither one of us could ignore.
Tori
Chapter 23
“Please reach out if there’s anything else I can do to help before finals, yes?” Professor Dhawan said, the encouraging smile on her face giving her a saintly appearance. “I’ve seen firsthand how bright you are, and I hate to see stress get in the way of your learning experience.”
