“Miles,” she says. “What are we doing?”
I quickly give in to my greed and both hands travel along the outside of her legs and then down the inside, my thumbs meeting at her pussy. She gasps and her eyes flash.
“Everything I’m doing is about taking care of you, beautiful. So let me.”
Her round breasts rise and fall with her shallow breaths.
My fingers explore the lace of her panties. The hollow between her thighs is damp and tempting. I whisper, “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.”
She breathes out a small whimper, bites her lip and nods. With trembling hands, she sets down the wine.
I let my fingers reach inside the elastic of her panties and she lifts her hips off the sofa to help me roll them down.
I take the opportunity to circle one arm under her waist and pull her closer, lifting her ass so she’s now on my lap.
Martha gasps but doesn’t protest.
I let her watch me slowly slip her panties down her calves, off her feet and toss them aside.
She and I never break eye contact while my hands push her wool skirt up to her waist. She’s now completely bare to me from the hips down, her Greenbridge sweater still hugging her tits and her torso. It’s so tawdry and sinful, looking at her like this.
And so unbelievably fucking hot.
I smooth my hands over her bare mound and she sucks in a breath.
“That’s exactly it, baby. Breathe.”
My palm explores deeper, and she opens up to me more. I slip my fingers between her damp folds, and the wetness I find there makes my cock jerk even more powerfully than I ever remember reacting to her when I was her student. It wants to come out to play and it’s not messing around.
She moans for me through my strokes, pressing into my hand. She’s so fucking wet all I can think about is climbing on top and sinking into her, claiming her.
“Soon, buddy,” I say to my dick without thinking.
Martha opens her eyes. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” I reply, letting her watch me suck her juices off my fingers.
She gasps. “Holy shit, Miles,” she whispers.
My hands return to their new favorite home while my other hand holds her tight against my body. My fingers find her tight little clit and swipe it firmly. She gasps again, her body jerking, her face a growing mask of need.
While the pad of my thumb works over her clit, my index finger penetrates her pussy. Her wetness intensifies with every stroke.
“Miles,” she moans, her arm now circling my shoulders to still herself while she writhes on my lap. “Kiss me.”
I claim her mouth hungrily, our tongues eagerly tasting, exploring. A low moan escapes me; she’s so fucking delicious.
My hand continues to pleasure her while our tongues get reacquainted. I slide in and out of her pussy, stopping every few strokes to explore her folds. I want to commit every inch of her body to memory.
My unsteady rhythm soon has her bucking against my hand.
“Baby, I want to keep kissing you but I also want to watch you squirm,” I breathe.
My whispers and my touches send her back arching with a wave of shattering pleasure. Her gorgeous tits go skyward as she throws her head back, eyes clenched, mouth screaming out my name in her climax.
I look down and lovingly take in the sight of her pussy clamping around my fingers. Her honey soaking my hand and my pants has my cock fighting against its confines like an angry, hungry bear.
Martha is the most beautiful sight ever when she comes. And from now until I die, I’m the only one who’s ever going to see this. I’ve decided. She’s too precious to waste any more time. She makes me regret not pursuing her at all for eight long years.