He swiped again before nuzzling her raised bud of pleasure with his nose, his tongue flicking at her entrance.
Her hips flexed without her permission, pushing at him to seek more.
“Ah, Mistress,” he groaned, shifting against the bed. She pictured his sac brushing the counterpane, and perhaps the tip of his cock. But with his heels stacked under his bottom, he would not get the friction he needed. He’d have to earn that.
“You’ve found my magic spot with your fingers and your tongue. Let’s see if you remember.” She reached down to hold her lips spread.
He nuzzled her again, breathing her in, then traced her folds, his gaze locked on her face to watch her reactions.
Shifting up a fraction, he delved under the protective hood to circle her most sensitive flesh.
“Ahh, ahh.” The student had been paying attention in class. His intelligence was part of his infinite appeal.
Her eyelids dropped, shuttering her view of his servitude. She dropped her head back and braced her arms on the bed to get the exact pressure she wanted.
Heat swirled in her core, from his breath on her and from the blaze he’d ignited in her. Elbows still braced, she pinched her nipples.
He must have been watching because he hummed against her.
She twisted her head, careful not to lose contact with that delicious pressure. “Ah, yes.”
She actually felt him smile, but he did not remove his tongue, continuing to circle, tap, and lick.
Her voice was a rasp. “Yes, please, there, William. Ah, there!” She abandoned her breast play to grab his head and hold him against her. Her favorite way to orgasm was from external stimulation. The internal ecstasy was heightened by the sensation of her muscles and flesh throbbing against her partner and seeing that pleasure reflected in his eyes.
The first flutters of her pinnacle started, gaining strength as his tongue pressed harder, pulsing. Convulsing, she moaned, raising her head to watch. She wrapped her heels around his lower back and clutched fistfuls of his hair.
He rubbed his whole face up and down her, tongue flat, catching every drop of her essence, every heartbeat in her hard nub, delighting in her response.
When her hands loosened and hips dropped, he softened his tongue. Finding she was too sensitive for even that, she dropped her feet and pushed at his head.
With one long, gentle lick, he sat up, the lower half of his face shiny with her juices.
“Thank you, Mistress. You taste divine.” He waited, looking hopeful.
Hmm. He used to beg, now he thinks he does not need to.
But she wanted it as much as he did. His punishment was over, although she declined to inform him of that fact.
Scooting the pillows and her hips closer, she pressed her core against the hot stalk between his legs. He raised his eyebrows at her. “Mistress? Will you untie me now?”
“I’ll untie you when I am quite ready. Now hush or you won’t get your reward.”
He snapped his mouth closed.
She grabbed his cock, and it jerked at her touch.Mine. The silk-over-iron shape in her hand felt like coming home. Familiar, comforting, but also full of well-known pleasures.
He grunted but cut it off, biting his lip.
Tugging it downward, she ran it up and down her folds once, flinching at how sensitive she still was. Holding him in position, she inched her hips forward. The head of his shaft slipped into her swollen channel.
They both moaned.
Pushing herself up, she placed one hand behind her, leaning back in a half-sit. She loved this angle. When his cock was fully embedded, the thrusts would rub a spot on her front wall as sensitive as the one he’d already found.
Without waiting for her command, he drove his hips forward, shoving in further. The student had indeed graduated.
Someone grunted. Stuffed full and super sensitive, she belatedly realized the grunt had been her, not him. She swore she could feel him up to her belly button.
