Page 93 of Their Naughty Student
“Sweetness,” I whispered softly, drawing her attention back to me.
When Cav released her lips, I claimed them, pulling her to me, unable to keep my hands from gliding over her smooth skin.She pressed into me, and I knew she was coming apart at the seams.
“If you’re not comfortable with this, say so.”
“Don’t stop.Please.”
“Turn around.”
Jamie turned so that her back was to me.I took a seat, then pulled her down onto my lap, her back against my chest.I brushed her hair out of my way, then pressed my lips to her neck, kissing, suckling, drawing out more moans of pleasure.
As though he knew exactly where I was leading us, Cav dropped to his knees between our legs, his palms gliding over her silky thighs.It was as though he couldn’t stop touching her.I knew the feeling.My hands itched to wander over every inch of her.
“I want to watch you come, sweetness,” I whispered, nipping the shell of her ear.“Would you like that?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Tell me,” I insisted.
“I want you to watch me come, Professor.”
Damn, but she was sweet.I could feel her vibrating, her need trapped beneath all that soft, smooth skin.
Sliding my hands down over her breasts, I inched them lower, over her belly, between her legs.Pressing my palms against the insides of her thighs, I spread her legs wider, holding her there, keeping her close and opening her pussy to Cav’s hungry gaze.
“I need to watch Cav taste you,” I told her.
Jamie shifted, but I realized it was to allow me to have the perfect view of Cav.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten, sweetness?”
“No, Professor,” she said on a rush of air, her breaths racing in and out of her lungs.
“Do you want to feel his tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Ask him nicely.”
Her voice was raspy with desire when she said, “Please, Professor.Will you please lick me?”
“Explicitly,” I growled.
I heard her swallow hard, her voice trembling with desire.“Please, Professor.Will you lick my pussy?”
For fuck’s sake.My dick lurched, my body rock hard.Hearing those words from her sweet, innocent lips was nearly enough to have me shooting in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“It’ll be my pleasure, cupcake,” Cav told her, his eyes locked on her face.
He leaned forward, pressed his lips against her inner thigh, just beneath my fingertips.
Jamie moaned softly.
“Color, cupcake?”Cav insisted.
“Green, Professor.”
“Are you ready, sweetness?Are you ready for him to make you come?”
