“Just come on my tongue, Mara.” His breath is already on me through the damp cotton of my panties, and my hips jump toward his mouth. “That’ll hold me until you’re done with work.”
I’m already so wet that I’m going to need to change my panties before I walk out of this suite. His nostrils flare once and a low pleased sound catches in the back of his throat. He hooks one finger under the hem of my panties and slides them to the side without bothering to take them off, and then he buries his face between my thighs and the first slow drag of his tongue up the center of me knocks the breath out of me.
My elbows shake and give, and I fall back against the wood of the table, my folder of lesson plans sliding under me. He licks me broad and slow, works his tongue into a point and strokes up, flattens again to drag it over me, and he settles. Like he’s just now getting comfortable. His beard scrapes the softest part of my inner thigh in a way I’m going to feel all day. His palm slides up my belly and settles flat above the hem of my dress, heavy, holding me down. He is not letting me squirm away from this.
He hooks his arm under my thigh and drags my hips closer to his mouth. A low rough sound leaves him and he doubles down, sucks me into his mouth, pulls, releases, goes back in with his tongue and works me deeper. His nose presses into me.
My tail slides down his back, traveling lower. When she finds the hot hard length of him between his legs she curls once, testing. He groans into me, a deep low rumble that runs up into my body through his tongue. His hips roll toward my tail on their own, greedy, but he doesn’t stop eating me.
“Aaron—”
He doesn’t answer. He grips my hip harder, pulls me into his face, and keeps going.
His tongue slides inside me and swirls, withdraws, flattens, goes in again faster. My walls are already tightening around nothing, my legs shaking hard on his shoulders. I dig my claws into the edge of the table until the lacquer splits under the points of them. My thighs try to close on his ears. He shoves them back open with both hands without ever lifting his mouth off me.
“Oh, Aaron—oh my god, Aaron?—”
He sucks hard, one deep, slow pull, and holds there, his tongue working, while my whole body bows up off the table. My tail tightens around him at the same time, dragging, stroking him hard and fast. He bucks once into the curl of my tassel, then again. A helpless broken grunt leaves his throat straight into my body. His length pulses hard against my tail, hot and spilling. Andthat’swhat does it.
It rips the orgasm out of me so hard I cry out loud in our suite. My tail milks him through his finish, every last pulse, while my legs shake on his shoulders and my toes curl.
He doesn’t stop.
He keeps eating me, still coming himself, grunting into me, and the vibration of him finishing straight against my clit drags me right back up before I’ve even come all the way down. My first hasn’t finished and there’s already a second one building underneath it, tighter, meaner, fed by the fact that his face is still wet between my thighs and he will not ease off.
“Aaron—” It comes out broken. “Aaron, I can’t—I can’t again, I?—”
He answers by hooking his arm tighter under my thigh and pulling me into his mouth. My tail is still wrapped around him, limp and wet from him, and he’s still twitching against her in the last of his own aftershocks while he works me toward the second, and my body does not know which sensation is mine anymore.
The second climax builds slower, deeper, and when it breaks over me it breaks long. Wave after wave, my walls clenching on nothing, my whole body arching up off the wood, a wet embarrassing sound coming out of me. My claws tear straight through the lacquer this time. My tail squeezes him once more and falls limp. My legs shake so hard they nearly slide off his shoulders.
Only then does he finally ease off, licking me slow through the last tremors, coaxing a small helpless shiver out of me, before he presses one last wet kiss to the inside of my thigh and lifts his head.
He reaches past my leg, picks up the towel from the floor, and wipes the mess clean. He slides my panties back into place with the knuckle of one finger. He tugs my dress down over my knees. Then he wipes the mess from his beard and the lower half of his face with the heel of his other hand, grins up at me from the floor, pleased with himself and not hiding it.
My tail uncurls from around him slow, sliding up his chest, stroking once over his heart, and my tassel finds his mouth. He catches the end of it between his lips and kisses the fur.
“I love you too, my beautiful lioness,” he murmurs against it.
I push myself up to sitting on the edge of the table, breathing hard, my face burning and my thighs still trembling. He stands up, completely naked, the lower half of his face shining, and the grin on his face is the most smug thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’ll hold me. Until you’re done with your students.”
He scratches the back of his head, almost sheepish now. “The first day is really the most boring part anyway, baby. Just getting to know them. Honestly the whole first week. You’re not gonna miss much.”
“This ismyexperience, Aaron.”
He holds both hands up, palms out, backing up a step. “I know, baby, I know. I wasn’t trying to overstep.”
He turns and disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the sink run and him splashing water on his face. I look down at my lap, at the crumpled folder, and I start to laugh.
When he comes back out, his face is clean and his mouth is still curved at one corner. He crosses to the dresser, pulls a pair of black shorts out of the top drawer and slides into them, then opens the drawer next to mine and pulls out a fresh pair of my panties between two fingers. He holds them up to me across the room, and his face has gone soft again.
“Here. Let me help you get cleaned up so you can get to class.”
I just look at him, still on the edge of the table. He crosses the room and plants a kiss on my forehead. Then his hands close around my waist, and he lifts me down and sets me on my feet. He takes my hand and pulls me gently toward the bathroom.
A whole year with this warlock, and I still can’t quite believe I’m allowed to have him.
