When I cover her sex with my mouth, she arches up and presses herself into me. I lap at her silky folds that are so slick with her desire. She’s drenched for me, and I fist my cock in one hand as I penetrate her with my tongue. I can’t wait to do the same with my dick, watch her fall apart as her body clings to mine, watch her come on this cock that only has eyes for her.
I work up a rhythm, fucking her tight slit with my tongue and slowly working my way up to her swollen bud. When I flutter my tongue over her clit, she releases another flood of arousal. I take it gently in my mouth and slide two fingers into her hungry pussy that immediately pulsates around my fingers. The muscle contractions make me realize how good she’d ride my cock, and I want to take her right here on top of where I grade my papers.
I reach up to pinch her nipples as my tongue unleashes an onslaught of tiny flicks at her bud. When she’s on the razor’s edge of coming, I withdraw and go back to tongue-fucking her opening. Crosby groans and rotates her hips. She squeezes her own breasts, and I nearly come in my hand from how erotic she looks, floral dress bunched around her middle, her pink bra still fastened but her tits spilling out of it.
I stand up to take her in and push three fingers into her tight cunt. She arches again into my hand, but I can see the discomfort in her eyes. Crosby has to be a virgin; her pussy is so tight. I finger-fuck her hard trying to stretch her out and make room for my dick.
I’ve got one hand inside her and it’s wet with her come, and with the other, I tug at her pink, swollen nipples until she’s moaning in a low wail, about to go off.
Grabbing her hair, I guide her glassy-eyed to my straining erection. I’ve never seen my cock look so huge, so veiny, pre-come drips from the tip right onto her breasts. Crosby coats my cock with saliva as I drag it slowly in and out of her mouth. She’s in a trancelike state of arousal, and I imagine she’d do anything I ask of her in this moment. We’ve already gone too far—there’s no coming back from this.
“You’re so crazy sexy, Crosby.” I push my dick all the way to the back of her throat. She takes it obediently, and my mind turns devious with what she’d let me do to her right here in my office. Pretend she’s a schoolgirl, rip down her panties, and spank her with a ruler.
I increase my pace, and suddenly I’m coming down her throat, unleashing a huge load into her sweet little mouth. I continue finger-fucking her cunt, letting my thumb graze her clit on every thrust in and out. Her muscles clench around my fingers, trying to hold on, but I speed up until my fingering makes a sound as my palm slaps her pussy. She’s wailing again, and I crook my fingers inside her to scrape the front wall of her pussy, searching for her G-spot. Crosby holds her breath and tips her head back. I lower mine and take her nipple in my mouth. She comes so hard on my hand, gasping and groaning, her pussy gushing at the rough fucking I’m giving it.
She rides the orgasm, grinding into my hand and shooting me the sexiest eye contact. Her lips are swollen and red like she’s been sucking on forbidden fruit. Crosby is all grown up, and she’s the most goddamned gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Once I help her recover and get dressed, I take her by the arm and walk her out of my office. I’d like to walk her straight out of school, and not because I don’t want her to go to college—on the contrary, I do—I’d just rather it not be the one where I teach. Where I’d have to get used to keeping my hands off her, pretending she was just another student, or, worst-case scenario, hold back from smashing in the face of any fucking frat boy trying to talk to her.
“I love seeing you, Crosby, don’t get me wrong. But I wouldn’t have objected to you choosing another school—this is going to be torture.”
“There aren’t that many options in Hartford, Weston. And besides, I came home to be close to my parents.”
I know she did, but it still stings a little. Does that mean Crosby would still be in Milan if not for her father falling sick? I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question. We’ve probably already taken it too far too quickly. Picking up right where we left off and accelerating, as if she hasn’t been gone for two years. A lot can change in a short time frame.