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Morgan nodded.
“I promise.”
Her bra was unhooked and it fell. Chloë gasped, which made Morgan feel absurdly proud and then, just like the scene she imagined when she had masturbated last night, Chloë brought her head down and sucked a nipple into her mouth, her tongue circling it, those soft lips clamping it, holding it in place.
After too short a time, Chloë took her mouth away.
“Still okay?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes,” Morgan said breathlessly. Were all women like this, she wondered? Considerate? Asking if every step along the way was okay?
Morgan assessed herself. She was nervous, no denying that; after all, she was on the verge of having sex with a woman, a notion which, up until Chloë’s sudden reappearance in her life she had never considered. But despite the nervousness, there was no way in hell she was about to stop this runaway train.
The other nipple was claimed this time and with that nipple owned by Chloë’s mouth, Morgan felt herself being gently guided to her bed. When she felt the edge of the mattress against the back of her legs, she began falling backwards, expertly guided down by Chloë who never once relinquished the hard bud.
Once down, Chloë’s mouth let go of Morgan’s breast and then Chloë was straddling her. Morgan gasped because she could feel Chloë’s wetness pressed against her, just above the waistband of her Calzedonia stockings. It was yet another new sensation in a night that had so far been full of new sensations and it was as if it was flipping even more switches inside Morgan, making her that much more turned on, making her realize just how much she wanted to fuck Chloë.
In a flash, Chloë’s dress was off and Morgan’s eyes were suddenly treated to the sight of two absolutely perfect breasts with dusky pink nipples. Morgan let her eyes wander. Chloë’s abdomen was flat and toned, her skin flawless, save for where the new tattoo had been inked on her right hip. There, the skin around the small tat was still a bit red and the tattoo itself was covered by a clear adhesive patch. The thong she was wearing could barely be called underwear, just a tiny piece of white lace fabric that had zero chance of containing the arousal from Chloë’s center that Morgan was feeling on her own skin. And her high heels were still on, a sight which made Morgan’s mouth water.
“Oh my God, Chloë,” Morgan breathed, her eyes moving back up to Chloë’s chest and locking on her breasts, “you’re stunning!”
Chloë smirked and then leaned forward until those breasts were pressed against Morgan’s and this new sensation actually made Morgan start rocking her hips. Chloë held her face just inches from Morgan’s, looked her in the eye and said, “I know.”
Oh, fuck, that’s hot!
Chloë started kissing Morgan’s neck, gently at first but then the kisses became nibbles that continued as Chloë made her way down to Morgan’s collarbone and then once more to her breasts. Now when her nipples were sucked, Chloë also started biting them gently, eliciting moans from Morgan, each bite sending signals to her clit which by now was demanding attention also.
Again, it was as if Chloë had that sixth sense because suddenly she shifted ever so slightly and Morgan felt her legs being parted by Chloë’s thigh which then was pressed firmly against Morgan’s core.
“Oh, God!” Morgan squeaked, her eyes squeezing more tightly shut, her back arching, her pelvis automatically grinding against the surface Chloë was providing, the combined damp fabrics of her panties and stockings sliding against her pussy, against her swollen clit which was signaling to her how close she was already to coming. But just as she started grinding harder and faster, Chloë ruthlessly pulled her thigh away and stared down at her.
“Not yet, Miss Banks,” she said with a quirked eyebrow, and the firmness with which she said it, the way it sounded like a command was such a turn-on and made Morgan’s insides flood even more.
“Fuck, Chloë, please.”
But Morgan knew she was at the mercy of her former student who, though a dozen years younger in age was a lifetime ahead in terms of what was happening between them now.
“Well, since you said ‘please.’” And with that, Chloë slid quickly down Morgan’s body and in just a moment was carefully pulling Morgan’s stockings down, guiding them off both of her legs and then tossing them behind her. Frustratingly, she had left Morgan’s panties on. Morgan wanted to be completely exposed by now, she wanted Chloë to have access to everything, to take her, use her, satisfy her!
“Oh my God, you are so wet!” Chloë muttered, pushing apart Morgan’s thighs and settling her head in between them.
Morgan suddenly got nervous. Was she too wet? Was it off-putting? What did women who had sex with women like to find down there? Damn, she should have read some books first!
“Sorry,” she said.
Chloë looked up at her, those doe-like eyes without so much as a laugh line around them a reminder to Morgan both of how young Chloë was and how obviously turned-on she was because those eyes were predatory, filled with lust and all at once Morgan’s nerves disappeared.
“Sorry?” Chloë asked. “Dude, you have no idea. I am going to lick all of this up!”
Morgan gasped.
“Yes, please.”
Chloë smirked again.
“Well, since you said ‘please.’”
The soaked panties were slid off Morgan’s hips, down her legs and then Morgan’s thighs were parted yet again. Morgan placed her feet flat on the mattress, her knees drawn up, surrendering herself completely. Chloë began by kissing Morgan’s hairless mound while one of her hands reached up to tweak a nipple. Then, Chloë’s kisses began moving lower and before she knew it, Morgan felt the lips of her pussy being sucked on and then a moment later, Chloë’s tongue was pressing into her.
