I drop to my knees, Jane pressed in my arms, and rest her her ass on the mattress edge. Slowly, her thighs unfurl and she lifts her head, those dark chocolate eyes peering into mine.
“Jane,” I whisper, brushing my lips once, twice, over hers. “I want you Jane.”
She tilts her head back, a soft smile playing on her lips and peers at me from beneath her lashes.
“Yes.” A single word, followed by one finger trailing down the front of my shirt, her touch as soft as a butterfly, leaving a wake of fire in its trail.
“I have condoms,” I reach behind me, fumbling for a duffle bag in the corner.
“Good,” she leans forward, breathing the word against my front. Her hands reach towards the hem of my shirt, pulling it up, tugging it until I lift my hands overhead to help remove it. Her eyes survey my skin, fingers running lightly through my chest hair.
“You are so beautiful,” she says, looking into my eyes.
I grin, having never been called beautiful before in my life. At least, not in bed, and not by a woman.
“That’s my line,” I say, my fingers closing on the small, crinkly square of protection and bringing it to the side of the mattress.
Her fingers reach for the clasp of my jeans but I stop her. She brushes me aside and tugs, popping the first button and my cock leaps against the zipper, eager to claim its prize. I push her gently backwards, holding both hands overhead as she lays against the duvet, shirt riding up, exposing a swath of soft, creamy skin. My mouth waters.
“Stay.”
Her eyes meet mine, dark and shimmering in the muted morning light and she nods. I reach for the waist of her jeans and unbutton them, sliding them down her soft thighs and off. She’s barefoot, and I run my palms up the sides of her legs, enjoying the soft feel of her hips, slipping my fingers beneath the edges of her underwear, simple and cotton and very sensible. I smile at my little professor, ever the pragmatist.
Her breath catches as I lean forward, my fingers trailing under her shirt. She arches her back and I slip it over her head, over her arms and toss it to the side. The bra is next, thrown somewhere in the room.
And lastly, that small, thin strip of cotton, rolled down her legs and forgotten.
I see a moment of doubt in her eyes, a fleeting glimpse of hesitation and I lean forward, crawling over her, claiming my prize and reach for her mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair and I love the feel of her body beneath mine, soft and lush, nipples sharp against my chest, the wet heat of her pressed against me.
I slide down her body, hands and mouth and every part of me enjoying the journey. Her breath catches in her throat again, those soft littles cries and whimpers that send all my blood to my dick. She begins to wiggle when I reach the center of her. I enjoy the torment, tracing a finger around her opening, enjoying the frustrated sounds she makes before I put my mouth on her, feeling that small, firm nub and tease it with my tongue. I slip two fingers inside of her, matching them to the rhythm of my mouth, using my other hand to grip her pubic hair lightly, just enough to stretch the skin around her clitoris slightly so I can apply more pressure.
Her breathing increases, and I feel her thighs begin to move around me. Her hands play in my hair, pulling slightly and I smile against her skin. There is no greater feeling than a woman coming around you.
I increase the speed and pressure of my tongue and my fingers, curling them slightly and rubbing against the dense mound I feel inside of her. I glance up, enjoying the expanse of female flesh in front of my eyes, round breasts above a soft stomach, thighs wrapped around my head. Her head is back, eyes closed and neck exposed and it’s all I can do to not rear up above her, thrust inside of her and fuck us both senseless.
She comes against my mouth. I hear her cries echo in the bedroom, feel her contract around my fingers, sucking me in and I continue suckling her until her breathing calms and she pulls slightly away.
I move up, raining kisses across her abdomen and breasts, and reach for the condom. She looks at me when I’m above her, eyes glazed over and lips wet. A small laugh escapes from her lips and she smiles.
“Something funny?” I ask, pausing at the button of my jeans.
“You’re very good at that,” she says, running a hand over my abdomen. She reaches for the fly of my pants and pulls down the zipper. I lean back slightly as she sits up, reaching a hand in and cupping my cock, its rock solid length pressed against the opening of my jeans. She leans forward, successfully releasing me and before I can move she’s on me, mouth wrapped around me, licking me and sucking me deep inside of her.
“Oh, God, Jane,” I gasp, my hands in her hair. I enjoy a few more minutes of her ministrations before I push her gently away. She looks up at me, lips glossy and hair messy and I get, impossibly, even harder.
“Not right now. I’m barely hanging on.”
We both reach for the condom. I grab it from her and she laughs at me, reaching for my jeans and jerking them down my hips. I fall to my side, kicking off them down my legs until I’m free, trying to roll the condom on as she kisses me, my mouth and body covered in warm, wet woman.
We laugh as I roll her to her back, pulling her legs around me and dragging us to the edge of the mattress, her ass just hanging off
