Page 18 of Her Indecent Tutor
“Okay,” I said.
Ryan smiled and grabbed a condom from a side table drawer. He rolled it on, gripping the base. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”
So I crawled over. I was facing him, but he got me to turn around, so I was looking at the TV, my back to his chest again.
His fingers found my pussy. “You’re still wet. Good. I’m going to put it inside now, okay. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
I felt the blunt head against my entrance. He started rubbing my clit.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Distracting you, and keeping you turned on. Is that okay?”
I nodded. Actually, his fingers on my clit did relax me a bit.
I felt the crown of his member push into me. Instinctively I tensed, but Ryan made a soothing noise, and I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of him touching me. He eased himself into me, and there was a bit of a stretch, but it didn’t hurt as much as I expected.
Once he was completely sheathed inside of me, I slumped back against him, shoulders relaxing. It felt better like this. I liked the feeling of him inside me, the hint of pleasure from where he pressed against my g-spot.
“Are you okay?” he murmured against my hair.
I nodded. “It’s…good.”
He drew circles around my clit for a moment longer before moving his hands up, resting them at the hem of my shirt.
“Can I?”
I nodded, and he pushed his hands up my shirt, under my bra, and grabbed my breasts. He sighed as if touching me there gave him physical relief.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Hm?” He sounded half dazed.
“Is it okay for you?”
He let out a huff of laughter that turned into a groan. “You feel heavenly.”
I blushed. “Really?” My voice was small.
“God, yes. It’s taking all of me to hold back. But I can’t let myself cum. I can’t ruin this for you.” His thumbs swiped against my nipples, turning them into stiff peaks. I tried not to squirm. “You’ve never had a guy touch you like this before?”
I laughed, half-exasperated. “I’ve told you. I’m a virgin.”
“I know, I know. But I still find it hard to believe. I can’t believe I have you on my lap. I don’t deserve this.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because I was an asshole to you when we first met.” He said it matter of factly. “Maria told me to tutor some freshman, and I couldn’t exactly say no to her. So I show up at this cafe, annoyed at having to waste my precious time doing something I don’t want to do. And then I see you, with your long hair and your big eyes and your perfect…” he squeezed my tits, making me gasp. “And I hated you immediately.”
“Why?” I asked.
“People hate the things they can’t have.”
“You have me right now,” I whispered.
He shifted slightly, adjusting me, and the movement shot bolts of electricity through my body. If one tiny movement could do that…imagine what actual sex would feel like.
“I thought you were hot from the moment I saw you,” I continued. “Then you had to treat me like an idiot.”
