Her mouth opened, and I took advantage, pressing my lips to hers and sliding my tongue into the cavern. I groaned as the taste of cherries and woman burst on my tongue. I’d been dying to know if it was really as delicious as I’d built it up in my mind to be. It was so much fucking better.
My control was slipping, and I tried to tell myself to back off and wait until I had her spread out on our bed. But the horny beast inside me begged for just a small sample to tide him over. I angled my head to deepen our kiss and used one hand to grab the front of her underwear and yank. The flimsy strings easily gave way, and I tore the panties from her body and shoved them in my pocket.
London jerked back and stared at me. Her face was a mask of shock with the exception of her eyes…the green gems were burning with desire, begging for more. I grinned and drew my index finger up her slit, then brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean. “Liam!” she choked out, shaking her head even as her body shuddered with pleasure.
“Relax, baby girl,” I crooned. My head dipped to cover one of her hard nipples with my mouth as my finger returned to her drenched pussy. I slid it up between her folds this time, circling her clit before playing around her entrance. Another gush of liquid dripped down my hand, and I was salivating to taste it. London’s palms were flat on the desk behind her for support, and she arched her back, thrusting her breast farther into my mouth with a whimper. l continued to play with her pussy while I sucked and nipped at both nipples until the fabric covering them was so wet it was practically transparent and hid nothing from my eyes. Her rosy peaks were big and round, just like her tits.
My fingers were still teasing her pussy, but after a minute of admiring her chest, I frowned and stilled their movement. London cried out in protest, and my angry gaze locked with her desperate one. “Are you wearing a bra, baby girl?” I growled, my tone dark and threatening.
London bit her lip, making my fury climb because I didn’t want anyone’s teeth nibbling her lips but mine. Not even her own. She didn’t respond, and I simply stared at her with a raised eyebrow. After a moment, the intensity seemed to make her squirm, and she whispered, “No. I can’t with the way it’s cut. But this shirt doesn’t need one…unless…” she trailed off and briefly glanced down at her chest.
I narrowed my eyes. “Unless you’re turned on?” I filled in the blank.
She nodded, and the flush on her skin deepened. “It’s never been a problem before,” she muttered, her gaze dropping to my chin.
Her comment lightened my mood. Knowing she’d not only saved herself for me but also hadn’t even physically reacted to another man made me want to beat my chest like a fucking caveman and smugly announce that I was the only one who could make this gorgeous body react. “No more going out without a bra, London,” I commanded. “Is that clear?” I didn’t want anyone witnessing how her body reacted to me.
“Okay,” she agreed softly, and I gave her a sweet kiss to let her know how much I appreciated her quick reply.
The rational part of me started knocking harder in my head, indicating that now would be the perfect time to hit pause and leave campus. I barely noticed because my fingers were being controlled by the same fucker that took direction from my cock.
My hand was coated in her juices, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to taste her. I dropped to the ground and wedged my shoulders between her legs. Shoving her skirt up, I stopped for a moment to admire her glistening, bare pink pussy.
“Liam?” she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
“Stop thinking, baby girl. Just feel.” I pushed her knees apart, then used my thumbs to hold her pussy lips open. I inhaled deeply and another little spurt of come erupted from my cock as her scent filled my lungs. Cherries. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top and swirled my tongue around her clit before dragging it back down.
“Holy cow,” she breathed as her body trembled with desire. A smile creased my face because she was so fucking cute.
I licked her a few more times before spearing my stiffened tongue inside her channel. London cried out, and I popped up to look at her flushed, dazed face. “You have to keep quiet, baby girl,” I warned her firmly, “or I’ll have to stop.” I nibbled on her clit for a second before asking, “You want me to stop?” I prayed that she didn’t say yes because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to.