Page 59 of Lessons in Touch

“I know. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Just focus on the feeling, Rose.

I can’t see, but I know exactly what he’s doing. Gabriel takes off my bra and presses a little snow to my nipples.

“Mmm…” I moan. They immediately become hard as rock and he lunges, taking each one into his mouth and sucking it.

His tongue moves slowly, dragging against every inch of me, savoring, taking me. The blindfold makes it so much better. I can't see him. Only feel.

“Please… I want to feel you… Umm… Down there. Please…”

He stops for a moment and chuckles.

“Then say it. Beg for it. Tell me exactly what you want, Rose.”

“I want to feel your… tongue… inside me…” I manage to reply. Just saying the words turns me on.

“Of course. I’m here to please you.”

He grabs my hips firmly and pulls me closer. His lips softly brush over my pussy, and I feel a spark shoot through me. I spread my legs wider and carefully rest one foot on his shoulder.

Gabriel slowly licks my clit with his warm and wet tongue. I grip the statue behind me, feeling my body tense with pleasure. He’s so good at this, and I love it. He sucks my clit lightly, and I can feel myself get wetter.

I push my hips forward, and rub my pussy lips against his mouth. I want more. Gabriel grabs my ass and holds me steady. And then, just like that, he makes my request come true.

He slides his tongue inside me, all the way to the base. I can feel it moving inside me, fucking me slowly. The tip of it brushes against my sensitive spot inside, and I jerk a little.

“There. Yes. Please… God, right there!”

He plunges his tongue even deeper and licks at my sensitive spot. I feel like I’m flying, like the world is spinning. The heat inside me is building fast, and I know I’m close. His tongue flicks over my pussy, and then dives inside me again, tasting every drop of me. I tilt my head back and press against the statue harder, feeling like I’m his completely.

“Do you know how beautiful you taste in the winter air?”

I can’t answer. I’m too far gone. Every stroke of his tongue is focused and merciless. He brings me to the edge and holds me there.

“I could keep you like this all night,” he says. “With your legs spread, shivering, and dripping for me.”

“Gabriel, please…”

“Would you like me to do that? Would you like me to eat your pussy all night long, right here in the snow?”

“I want you to fuck me!” I burst out, surprising myself. I’ve never used this kind of language.

“Say it again.”

“I want you to… fuck me… Hard. Right here. I’m begging you, Professor.”

In one swift motion, he gets up, holds me firmly, and thrusts in.

My cry echoes off the stone. The blindfold makes it sharper, and I can feel everything. His hard cock fills me in one long, slow push. He buries himself deep inside me, like he never wants to leave.

“Let me give you all the pleasure you deserve, Rose.”

Each thrust of his cock drives me higher. My body trembles from more than just the cold now.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he groans. “With your pussy wrapped around my cock. Mmm… Yes… Keep squeezing. Beg for my cum with your pussy…”

“God… It’s just so… Oh…” is all I manage to say.

“Cum for me, Rose. I want to see you squirting. Right now!