I pull back then, my nipple popping out of his mouth, and throw him an anxious look.
“What do you want?” He asks me, grinning, but he already knows the answer.
“Your cock, sir… I want your cock,” I tell him in a hushed tone.
“On your knees, then,” he commands me, and I climb down from the desk and go down in one flowing movement. I point his cock at my mouth and, my eyes locked on his, I lower my head, reaching for his member with my mouth. I let my tongue part my lips and brush it against his tip, covering every single inch of it with hungry circular movements. Opening my mouth I then wrap my lips around his glans, sucking as I slide back. I can almost feel him shudder in anticipation as I do it over and over again. Only when he seems to expect me to carry on like that do I allow myself to go deeper, sliding his cock deep inside my mouth in one fast motion. He gasps, his hands darting to my head and grabbing at the roots of my hair.
I take a moment to look up into his face, my heart fluttering at the sight of him contorting in pleasure.
"Do you like it, sir…?" I ask him, and an expression that pleads for more lights up his face. I go back at it, guiding his cock to my mouth and placing it right over my tongue, his scent scratching at that sweet spot in my mind. If he’s enjoying it, what can I say about me? I’m loving it so much I could go on forever.
He has other plans though.
Pushing my head back, he grabs my hands and pulls me up to my feet; in a heartbeat, he pushes me back on top of the desk once more, and then he hooks his fingers on my thong and tugs on it viciously, pulling it down my legs. He slides one finger up my leg and traces the contour of my groin, closing in on my pussy but then going back down again, teasing me mercilessly. I squirm, anxious for his touch, but he takes his time - when he finally brushes his fingers over my pussy I become as wet as all the oceans put together. Then, as if he feels I’m ready for whatever he wants to do with me, he throws me a devilish smile and places both his hands on my knees. He pushes them apart, opening my legs and then kneels between them.
I run my tongue over my lips, anticipating what’s to come. Kneeling on the floor, he positions his face between my thighs. Starting from the bottom he licks my pussy upwards, a shiver furiously crawling up my spine
. He goes back down again, taking his time with each stroke. When he presses one finger above my clit I’m already panting, feverishly craving for him to stop the teasing.
Gently, he rubs my clit, my hips swaying unconsciously and matching the rhythm of his tongue. I grab his hair, feeling the slight bob of his head as he licks me, my pussy in flames as his lips suck and kiss. I lock my legs on his back, thrusting my pussy against his face as if I’m a woman possessed.
I’m out of control and, judging by the way his tongue furiously licks me, he is enjoying it as much as me - if that is even possible. I keep pressing against him until I start to feel that familiar pressure, one that makes me clench my insides and brace myself for the incoming wave.
I grit my teeth and let a moan escape between them as my body shakes, that electric orgasm travelling outwards from my pussy to my limbs, and finally nestling inside my mind. My skin prickles and I exhale deeply, fully knowing that Anders won’t stop there. Hell, he’s just starting.
He keeps lapping at me, slowing down just enough for me to regain my strengths. He caresses my clit with his tongue, gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive it feels. But as I start moaning once more he goes back to that vicious rhythm. I bite my lip and grab the hard edges of the desk, my clit still so sensitive that each time his tongue touches it I feel as if I have been hit by lightning. And I love it.
I’m already arching my back when he slides one finger inside me, prodding and exploring carefully, my whole body twitching in pleasure. I open my legs wider as he slides one more finger inside, pulling them in and out furiously as he keeps licking my clit.
I can even feel my jaw quivering, my whole body buzzing as my muscles tense up like a bowstring pulled to its maximum.
"Professor..." I intone, loving the way that forbidden word rolls over my tongue. I could say it over and over again and never tire. "Professor..."
I’m still saying it when my muscles shake once more, licked by the furious flames of pleasure. I thrust my pussy against his fingers, making him bury them deep as his name turns into a scream, thick beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and plastering my hair down.
He gives one gentle kiss there before sliding out his fingers, and he slowly stands up, towering over me. He leans into me and kisses my cheek, right over the corner of my mouth. I can taste myself in his lips and I love it - I love how he wants me, I love how he can’t get enough of my body.
"More..." I beg, not caring if my body still hasn’t recovered. He eases his body into me, his cock parting my folds wide as his shaft fights against my inner walls, lodging itself deep inside of me. I grab his ass cheeks, my fingers like claws, and pull him in, forcing his twelve inches as deep as they can go. Then I relax my hold and he goes back, only his tip inside of me. He holds his position there, teasing, and I bury my fingertips in the smooth skin of his ass. "Please, sir..."
In one swift motion he pierces me, his shaft travelling down its whole length inside of me. In and out he goes, each coming and going driving me utterly and completely mad.
"Harder!" I moan between gritted teeth, my hands forcing him up and down in a frenzy. I have Anders-fever and it’s just perfect.
He keeps thrusting at me as I embrace him, my breasts pinned between our bodies. It might be a cliché, but I would give anything to remain like this. It’s more than sex - it’s closeness, it’s... It’s everything I needed.
With my eyes shut close, bodies and souls as one, I come once more. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice and still he keeps going as a sea of pleasure licks at my body.
"I can't have enough of you..." I tell him, making sure that he knows it. It’s a truth so perfect that I just can’t keep it to myself. I nibble at his earlobe as the orgasm washes back over me, my muscles twitching, tensing and relaxing all at once. I’m a hot mess and, still, I want more. I want so much more... I know I won't be happy until my muscles ache and my legs become so weak I won't be able to stand.
I run my hand over his face and up through his hair, taking in the beautiful sight of him. I place both hands on his chest and smile at him.
"Make me yours, sir..."
"If you say so," he grins at me, a grin that tells me I’m in for a world of ecstasy. He takes his hands to my hips and makes me roll to the side. I place my legs on the floor but remain bent over the desk, my back and ass turned to him. His hands run down my back and over the curve of my ass; he slides his fingers under it and, finding my pussy, slides one finger inside. I wriggle my hips, anxious for his cock. I don't have to wait long - with his hands on my lower back, his fingers gently resting over my dimples, he eases himself in. His body is on top of mine, rocking softly and pressing me down on the mattress.
I grab the desk as hard as I can, pressing my forehead on its surface as he softly goes in and out of me. He’s doing it slowly and gently, as if he has all the time in the world. And, if it’s up to me, he can have as much time as he wants to explore my body.
He keeps going for I don't know how long, each stroke of his cock slowly lowering me down into a world where time is irrelevant. For the first time in my life I come like that, pleasure drawn out of me with gentleness and care. There is no need for harshness or for him to go harder... Just slow and steady, his body pressed on mine, his breath against my neck - what more do I need?