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Her flushed face was unbelievably beautiful. One of my hands reached forward and cupped her pink cheek as I stroked my thumb across the hollow. She whined and leaned into my touch; the heat of her skin reminded me of a freshly lit fire, and it was almost too hot. But I couldn’t stay away; like a moth drawn to her flame, I was eager to burn in her desire.
Together we would combust. My lips rose from her chest to her lips. Warm and humid air tumbled into my lungs, making my head spin, with a strangely familiar smell, a scent I could place not only to her but also further back in a foggy memory. Orange blossoms? Was that it? I drew in another breath. And, while she reminded me of home, it wasn’t the memory I was trying to recall. Her hips shifted under me, “Why’d you stop?” I realized my hands had stopped just above the top of her skirt, hovering there as I tried to place where I’d smelled this before. I shook my head and smiled apologetically.
“It’s nothing,” I rasped out, firmly focusing on the moment because I’d been waiting for this for so long. My fingers continued on their trek, finding the hidden zipper of her skirt and sliding it down just far enough that I could slip my hand under the tight cloth.
I flirted with the edge of her panties, plucking at the elastic and brushing the soft skin. Her hips bucked into me, and she begged me for more with silent glossy eyes. A look that was nothing but sin and hunger. I swallowed; I couldn’t rush this; I didn’t know when I’d get another chance to taste her. I trailed sloppy kisses and gentle licks down the valley of her breasts, over her ribs, and to her fluttering stomach.
Instead of slipping, her arms clasped the back of my neck and urged me to continue. I slid her skirt off her legs, revealing her thighs and lace-trimmed panties to my eager eyes. My mouth changed its destination, traveling from straight down to the middle toward her hip instead. I delivered a sharp nip to her skin as she placed her fingers on my hair and tugged.
She squeaked in surprise and looked down at me in frustration. I merely shot her a smirk, languidly licking the spot I bit as I stared right back at her, watching her throat work on swallowing.
“Don’t be pushy. I’ll get there with time,” I slurred; part of the accent that only appeared during certain activities or when speaking my homeland’s language slipped out.
She pursed her lips in a pout, “Fine.” Roseline could be so wonderfully compliant when it mattered. I nudged the tip of my nose against her dampened panties, taking in the sweetness and musk that made up her scent. She squirmed again, but this time from how she bit her lip, it seemed out of embarrassment. I chuckled while my hands hefted her knees over my shoulder.“You’re gonna taste so damn good; I can tell,” I hissed, pleasure rolling through me and my erection pulsing painfully at the thought.
She whined when my thumb pulled aside her underwear, and my tongue worked over her swollen flesh with no preamble. A long slow lick from her eager entrance to her needy clit had her tossing her head back on the table, and it set the tempo for how quickly I pushed her toward her orgasm.
She needed this, and I needed this.
The teasing was long said and done. We’d been dancing around this simmering desire between us for weeks; this was inevitable. Our entire relationship until now had just been one big lead-up to me having my head between her thighs while she lay in the middle of the students’ paperwork. As she became impossibly wetter, my fingers slid into her vagina, and my mouth found its way to her clitoris, causing an involuntary moan to escape her lips. My lips circled her clit until she thrashed beneath me, begging me not to stop.
“Please, please, oh god, d-don’t stop,” she moaned breathlessly, her fingers tightening in my hair again and pulling me as close as she could.
I smiled against her slick skin, feeling the heat of her body roll over my tongue as I circled her clit decisively and slipped another finger inside her. Her body immediately clamped down on it, dragging me inside, pulsing around, and welcoming me.
“Oh god, I feel like- like I’m g-gonna—” her words dropped into a guttural groan as her body stiffened and began to roll against my hand and face. She screamed her orgasm to the ceiling, her body arched off the table, and I let her ride out the aftershocks even though the grip she had on my hair had tears pricking my eyes.
I finally pulled back when she went limp beneath me, breath rattling in her chest as she slowly tried to find her way back to Earth. I watched her with half-mast eyes as she stared at me with glassy eyes.
“Good?” I asked, I don’t know why I wanted to hear her answer. I wasn’t the guy who usually needed to check in for his ego. “Definitely,” she exhaled before motioning me to stand. I raised an eyebrow but stood as she asked and froze when her fingers began to work on my slacks.
I hadn’t planned on going all the way, but I wasn’t unprepared. It’s just that I wanted a taste and didn’t realize I’d get the whole package. I grabbed her wrists and leveled her with a serious gaze.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Positive,” she murmured. I nodded, and before my pants dropped, I pulled out my wallet to grab one of those foil packets I always kept on me. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, tugged tight against my pelvis by my boxers. I hissed a breath as I tried to focus on opening the wrapper while my hips followed her touch.
“Ready?” I inquired as I loomed over her and braced myself.“Mmm,” she answered with a noncommittal hum, but when she opened her legs again to show the readiness I’d made of her and how she still twitched invitingly to me, I knew precisely how ready she was.
I pressed forward slowly, my body shivering at how good she felt and how warm and welcoming she was. I bit my lip as I tried to muffle a groan that forced its way up my throat. She breathed sharply, and I felt her clamp down. “Relax,” I grunted, peppering gentle kisses across her chest to distract us both.
My hips were trembling from trying to force myself to give her time to adjust as she tightened around me as if she was desperate not to let me go. She felt comfortable as if she were made to cradle my cock. I’d felt this before, and the girl’s face from that night flashed before my eyes for a split second.
It was easy to mix them up; Roseline resembled that nameless woman I’d gone insane looking for after our rendezvous. “Move,” Roseline demanded. She quickly brought me from my musings with her permission, and I breathed a sigh of relief, “Gladly.” I rocked forward, watching her expressions and listening to every hitch of her breath and gasps.
I looked for the spots where she reacted the most, where she squeezed her eyes and tightened her neck muscles. While her hips moved to meet mine and her nails clawed at the wood beneath her, I watched her lips part and her voice deepen with pent-up pleasure. She was stunning while in the grip of ecstasy. She looked at me with her green eyes. I felt I could drown in that stare, with her scent of salty sweat and orange blossoms surrounding me, like orange trees by the sea. I would gladly spend my last moments smelling this and bringing her to the edge if she’d just let me.
My fingers found hers, laced between them, and my lips sought out her neck, licking and sucking a mark I knew I shouldn’t. But I wanted her. I wanted her as mine, and so I found myself claiming her with small bruises and bite marks blossoming down her neck and over her shoulder.
I couldn’t find it in myself to care right now if she was pissed at me later. I dragged her hands slowly above her head, keeping ours intertwined as I stretched out over her and thrust hard enough the table shook beneath us. My teeth clenched, and I could feel fire licking at my belly as a peak crept throughout my body, causing my muscles to tense and my speed to increase.
I could feel Roseline growing increasingly tighter, and I knew she was close too, especially as her voice became higher, and her movements grew sloppier. “Fuck,” I spat as my thrusts turned jerky. I pushed myself harder and held back on the desire to cum until finally, she shattered around me, coming with that familiar tension lining her muscles and arching her back, her voice hitting a pitch that broke into the silence. I lost it then, as I felt her squeeze me, and her body begged me to join her in euphoria.
I flew over the metaphorical cliff with her, grabbing her hand and flying high as we came within seconds of each other. I don’t know how long I waited there, still buried to the hilt inside her; I was pushing the limits of what was a safe amount of time to pull out. But I stayed as long as possible as she would let me. It felt so good, so perfect, just coming down and still feeling her wrapped around me.
Damn, I had it bad, and all I needed was a second to touch her to know that I didn’t just want to flirt with her, but I wanted to keep her. When I pulled out, she immediately slipped back into her clothes and gathered her things.
“You leaving?” I asked, trying to understand how she felt about everything.
