Page 24 of Lessons in Touch

“Keep your pussy spread open for me.”

She obeys and spreads her pussy lips with her fingers. I get up and refill my cup with hot tea. I also fill a glass with cold water and bring them both to her side. She’s watching me now, with her pussy wide open, rocking her hips gently. No doubt, she is waiting for more pleasure.

I press my warm lips to her clit, and drip hot tea from my mouth to it. She moans loudly, and forces her pussy even wider. I tease her with my tongue, and circle her swollen clit. All I can taste is her wetness, and it’s sweet and intoxicating. I pull back and dip my fingers in cold water, then trace her clit again. The chill makes her shudder, and her pussy clenches with need.

My cock is throbbing, straining against my pants. I alternate—hot tea from my mouth, then cold water—each shift drawing screams from her. Expertly, I work her clit with my mouth and suck it gently. Then I press my cold fingers against her, her wetness coating my hand. Her pussy pulses, slick and ready, and I’m desperate to fuck her now. But I focus on her pleasure. I have to.

She writhes, and I can feel her climax building. I suck her clit harder, my warm tongue contrasting the cold water I drizzle from my fingers. Only a second later, she shatters, her orgasm crashing through her, her pussy is soaking my mouth as she cries out.

“Yes! That’s it! Cum on my tongue, Rose!” I order her, drinking it all in.

I pull back, even though my cock is aching, and my body is screaming to take her fully. But I hold back, because I know the risk. This is the forbidden line, and we’ve already crossed it.

She opens her eyes a little and keeps her pussy open with her fingers. They are slick with her oil and hot from the tea, a sight more beautiful than anything else.

“Please…” I can hear her beg, and the sound of her voice pleading with me makes me almost lose touch with reality. “Please… Professor, please…”

I lean down and kiss her pussy deeply, taking it into my mouth again.

“Not yet, sweet pussy. Not yet.”

Chapter 9

Rose

I adjust my tennis outfit in front of the mirror in my bedroom, thinking about Gabriel and the wild time we spent at his house outside campus. It was one of the most erotic and satisfying experiences I've ever had, and I know that I owe it all to him.

Being with Gabriel is exciting. It feels like I’m about to jump out of a plane without a parachute.

I grab my backpack and head out. The Devereaux legacy is still weighing on me, but today, I feel bold and ready to claim my place.

The path to the tennis courts winds through Wolfswood’s manicured grounds. I spot Gabriel coming out of the professors’ quarters, looking impeccable in a tailored jacket. He takes a few steps toward me and smiles.

“You really shouldn’t wear that out here, Rose,” he says, and traces my outfit with his eyes. “You’re way too distracting.”

“It’s just a tennis outfit. If you find it distracting, maybe you shouldn’t look,” I say, and twirl slightly in front of him.

“How could I possibly not look at you, Rose? My eyes have a mind of their own when it comes to you,” he tells me, and grazes my arm just a little. Enough to satisfy himself by touching me, but not enough so that it raises suspicion.

“Are your eyes the only thing that has a mind of its own or…” I tease him back, and he laughs.

He leans in closer and whispers in my ear.

“You’re such a naughty girl. But I love it…”

“Then I guess I’ll have to be even naughtier,” I manage to reply, even though I can practically feel my cheeks burning like lava.

“Do you know what happens to naughty girls, Rose? They get punished.”

His eyes are narrowed, and his lips are wet. I can see the tilt of his body toward me, a sign of his desire.

“For being naughty or for wearing this skirt that seems to be unraveling you, Professor?”

“Good morning, Professor Thorn!”

A gaggle of students passes us, heading for the tennis courts, and interrupts our conversation.

“Good morning, ladies!” he answers brightly, but immediately returns his attention to me.