“What are you doing?” I rasped.
She tore the condom the rest of the way open and then gestured to my cock.
“I’m going to put this on your penis so you can stick it inside of me,” she teased.
“There’s more to it than just that,” I said.
Her brows went up. “Yeah? How? Because I’m fairly sure that I’ve watched enough porn to know how it works.”
My lips twitched at her crude words.
“You have to be wet for me,” I said. “If you’re not wet, it’s not nearly as comfortable.”
Her brows lowered. “But I am wet.”
I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her toward me, causing her to squeak in surprise.
“What are you doing?” she whispered sharply.
Just the feeling of my bare hand on the bare skin of her ankle was enough to have me groaning in anticipation.
I grinned. “I’m showing you how much wetter you can be.”
Then she squealed when I started to head south.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, her hands going to my hair as she tried to keep me up where she wanted me.
“I’m going to taste you. Like I’ve been dying to do,” I admitted.
Dying. Literally, all I could think about was tasting her.
Devouring her.
Making her mine. Something that she would remember even when I was no longer around.
“But Troup,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t…”
I went downward, dragging my lips along her soft belly as I went, showing her that I was going whether she pulled my hair out or not. She either was going to hold on and make it hurt, or she was going to let go and allow me to have my way.
She loosened her hold on my hair, and I felt the goose bumps under my lips as I went farther and farther and farther until I was lying down on the ground between her splayed thighs.
“Troup,” she whispered, sounding embarrassed. “This isn’t…”
“This is exactly the thing that I’ve wanted to do since I met you,” I told her honestly. “You would sit in front of me at your desk, and when you’d lean forward to get the stack of papers from the person in front of you, I’d see this creamy skin above your low-riding pants and I’d get this hard-on right there in the middle of class.”
She shivered as I finally made it to where I wanted to be.
Looping my arms around her upper thighs, I spread her open using my fingers and nearly groaned.
She was right. She was wet.
But she could be wetter.
Which I was going to show her.
Bending, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue along her slit, starting at her entrance and ending at the tiny little clit that was poking out at the top.
She gasped, her thighs automatically going to close around my head, but my shoulders were there to stop her.
“Troup!” she cried out in surprise.
There was also a little bit of excitement there, as if she wanted more, but couldn’t quite voice the words.
So I gave her more, taking another swipe of her pussy with my tongue, coating my taste buds in her essence.
I growled at the taste, knowing that it would never be enough, just this one time.
It would be just the exact thing that would drive me freakin’ crazy until I could see her again. Taste her again.
“What are you thinking?” she asked as she wiggled.
“That I could live right here forever,” I growled, nibbling on her clit with my lips.
She clenched her hands in my hair again, this time spreading herself wider to my mouth.
I circled her clit with my tongue rounding the edges but not quite touching it directly until she was cursing my name.
“Troup!” she cried out. “For fuck’s sake. You’re killing me.”
Laughing, I unhooked one of my hands from around her thigh and brought it up underneath of me to trail along her wet slit.
There, I focused on circling my fingers around her entrance, barely dipping my finger inside, at the same time teasing her clit.
I did this for a few seconds, letting her get used to my touch.
Then, when she was frustrated and pulling on my hair again, I slowly sank one finger deep inside of her.
She felt like… mine.
Every hot, delicious wet inch of her pussy felt like I could sink into it and never want to leave.
The way her warm pussy clamped down on my invading finger let me know that when I finally sank my cock into her, I’d lose my goddamn mind.
Her hips jolted upward at my finger entering her and feeling that she was close based on the way she rippled around my finger, I chose to take a little relief for both of us and give us each what we wanted.
Bending down, I sucked her clit up into my mouth, working it with my lip and tongue as I slowly curled my finger up against the spongy flesh inside of her.
She bowed up off of the blanket and… exploded.
The sight was absolutely beautiful.
And the moment that she was coming, I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.
I had to have her.
It may be fast. It may be rough. It may be nothing like I knew her first time should be.
But I’d officially lost control.
Everything that I experienced from that moment on was frantic and clumsy.
When her back once again rested on the comforter, I crawled up between her thighs and easily pulled the condom that was still clenched in her tight fist away from her.
Once the condom was in place, I settled my hips between her thighs, and fisted my cock, bringing it to rest at her still pulsing entrance.
I could still taste her on my tongue and knew that her juices were likely coating my lips.
Her eyes were wide and glassy, as if she hadn’t quite recovered from her earlier orgasm.
Keeping my eyes on her face, I brought one of her legs up by hooking my hand around her knee, and slowly started to guide my cock inside of her.
This time, there was no hiding the pain in her eyes as I breached her entrance.
Upon seeing her discomfort, I stopped, but she shook her head. “No, don’t stop. Please.”
I didn’t like not giving her what she wanted. All this time I’d known her, I’d never been able to deny her anything. Hence the reason I was currently between her splayed thighs when I knew that this was a terrible idea.
Yet, I was doing it anyway.
I couldn’t resist her.
So when she told me not to stop and wiggled her hips, urging me on, I could do nothing but give her exactly what she wanted.
I continued to press, my cock slowly pushing forward one delicious, torturous inch at a time.
When I could go no farther, I pulled back, doing it all over again.
Time after time I did this, keeping a close eye on her and her reactions as I slowly thrust my way into her.
It was on the fifth pass that it finally happened. My cock finally pushed all the way inside, and my balls came to a rest against her backside.
Her eyes flashed open, and her mouth formed a wide, deliciously excited smile.
“You’re inside of me,” she whispered. “All the way.”
“I am,” I croaked.
The problem was, now that I was there, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay for long.
All of the excitement, all of the anticipation of having my cock inside of her even when I knew that it was wrong, was taking its toll.
I was close.