Chapter 36 The Perfect Student
Chapter thirty-six
The Perfect Student
Marco
I let my palm linger over her heart for a moment longer, basking in the way the thundering petered out to a steady flutter at my touch.
“I’m yours. Teach me…” fell from her lips so confidently.
When our eyes met, I saw desire and yearning for this connection we both crave.
But I also saw hesitation as result of the hurt caused by my past rejection and lies to protect her.
I have many regrets, but letting her go despite wanting to hold on tight is the biggest of them all.
So looking at her drowning in the hurricane of then and now, I can understand her trepidation to trust me.
There’s no doubt she’s going over every touch, every interaction spanning our childhood, adolescence and beyond.
Flirty banter and stargazing on clear nights.
Entering it into evidence to make her final verdict about whether my intentions are real.
Everything about the last few weeks feels heady and reckless—and so fucking right. I need to know she’s all in, too, because she fucking owns me.
I move my hand from her chest and thread it into the shiny caramel locks at her nape and bring her mouth closer to my tip.
Without any prompting, her tongue darts out to lick the pre-cum pooling there.
She flicks my tip with soft, languorous swipes of her tongue, swirling the head in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Around. Then up and down over the slit, licking me attentively, careful not to miss one little drop.
My breathing becomes labored, and I let her take control, letting go of the hold on my shaft and moving my hand to join the other already itching to tug on the hair it has a hold on.
I can’t contain the deep guttural groan that escapes me when she suctions her lips around me and takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
Sucking me, consuming me, gagging slightly as I hit the back.
“I knew you could take me, baby. Your smart mouth is made to drive me wild, Soph.”
She lets out a small whimper as she works me up and down, lathering my dick with her tongue, and all I can think about is how good it’s going to feel soaked in the mix of our releases after I finally slide inside her.
The thought alone makes me harder, and she splutters a little as she opens her mouth wider to take even more of me.
Licking. Sucking. Swirling. Taking me higher and higher.
I think I might never return to earth after knowing what it feels like to have her lips wrapped around me.
The hum of her own needy moans vibrates against me.
She runs her palms up the back of my legs until she is palming my ass cheeks.
Digging her nails in, the bite of pain increases my pleasure to fever-pitch.
“Fuucckkkk, baby,” I praise on a groan, strangling the strands of her hair in my hand and pushing on the back of her head, taking over the rhythm.
Harder. Faster. “Baby, I need to fuck your face now, okay?”
In response, she moans loudly and digs her nails into my skin before pulling me roughly towards her so she is sucking me so deep, I’m scared I’m going to cut off her air supply. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks in sharp, short breaths, telling me she’s fine.
“I’m in control now, baby.” Thrust. “You’ve waited a long time to have my cock deep in your throat.
” Thrust. “Now take every last drop of my cum. It’s yours.
” She sucks me hard and fast while I fuck her hot, wet mouth mercilessly like a man out of his mind.
She moans loudly through it all, tears of pleasure, pain, and maybe even relief tracking a path down her angelic face.
But she never quits, just like I knew she wouldn’t.
“Eyes on me, Sophia,” I command. “I want you to see what you do to me.” As soon as her eyes connect with mine, I climax with a throaty groan, my cock throbbing as I spill my cum into her mouth.
My hands remain wound tightly around her hair to anchor myself physically because I am pretty sure my soul has left my body.
She swallows every single drop, not letting the littlest bit escape.
Looking at me with big doe eyes, hazy with lust and something else I have no right to see so easily, she laps at me slowly, lovingly, putting a kiss right on my tip.
My body floods with warmth in a post-orgasm haze, one that’s not courtesy of my own hand and flickering memories.
Her face glows with a sheen of sweat and pride. “So did I pass the test, Marco-Boy?”
I unwind her hair from one hand and pull her to her feet. “I need to do a taste test first,” I rasp, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply, swirling out tongues together, savoring the flavor of us. We kiss until we’re both breathless and I am halfway worked up and again.
“So fucking good,” she pants out.
“Exquisite. You taste like you’re mine.” Before she can respond, I bring her in for another kiss and at the same time I run my hands down her back and grip the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up my body easily.
She wraps her legs around me like it’s second nature, molding her front to mine.
We’re a custom fit. We continue kissing unhurriedly as I march us towards my bedroom.
Finally time to make her mine in every sense of the word.