Page 86 of For I Have Sinned

“Maybe you will.” I flash a quick smile of encouragement. “I should go pack.”

She slowly runs her hands up my chest and around my neck. “Don’t you want a proper goodbye?”

“And what would a proper goodbye consist of?”

“Something to help keep me in your thoughts while you are away.” She bats her eyelashes. It makes me laugh, and then she takes my hand in hers, leading me slowly to Sister Greta’s office.

We round the desk, and she pushes me into the chair. I land with a soft grunt, the chair rolling back an inch, but I watch as she lowers herself to her knees.

The sight of her kneeling before me causes my body to ache for her. She sets her hands on my legs, tediously moving them up my thighs until her delicate fingers find the button of my slacks.

I’m finding it hard to breathe as she undoes it and takes my cock out. I don’t miss the way her throat moves as she nervously swallows because of my size, but soon after, she composes herself and wraps a hand around it. She feels smooth against me, and I noise of relief rumbles in my chest as she starts slowly pumping.

Celine watches the movement of her hand and briefly shifts her eyes to my face. As we hold eye contact, she sticks her tongue out and flattens it under my shaft and glides it up until she takes the tip into her mouth.

“Jesus, Celine,” I choke on my words and toss my head back as I tightly grip the arms of the chair.

Seeming to like my reaction, she repeats the motion. As much as I love the sensation of what she is doing to me, I don’t know how long I can handle the teasing.

My head falls forward, chin meeting my chest, while I watch her slide her tongue along my length before finally taking me into her mouth.

It takes everything in me not to drive my hips up because she isn’t as deep as I want her. What I want is for her to be choking on me until tears stream down her face, but she is holding the power.

She opens her throat to take another inch of me. I remove my hand from the chair and snake it into her hair. Celine flicks her eyes to mine, backing her head off me.

“What are you doing?”

“Was I not supposed to touch you?” I loosen the grip I have on her. “Because you didn’t establish that before you dropped to your knees.”

“You can touch me,” she assures me.

“How in control are you right now?” I lean forward and pull back on her hair to make her look at me. “Do you want complete control, or am I able to take over and fuck your face the way I want to?”

Her lips part, and a shuddered breath passes through them. “Well, it is your goodbye, so I guess you can have it however you’d like.”

That’s what I wanted to hear.

“Then prepare yourself, little sin.” My free hand drifts up her arm and over her shoulder until my fingers wrap around her throat. “I’m not going to be gentle.” She nods carefully. “I need you in a better position.”

She falls back onto her heels, allowing me to stand and help her up. Despite the library’s disorganization, Sister Greta keeps her desk clear of clutter. I help Celine sit on the surface, and she watches me with curious eyes.

“Lie on your back and hang your head off the edge of the desk,” I order.

Using her hands, she scoots herself onto the table more and turns to lie on her back. When she is in position, she moves her body until her head hangs off the desk. Her neck is going to hurt like a bitch after this, as well as her throat, but this is my way of keeping the thought of me in her head while I’m gone.

I’m returning the favor, you know?

I step up to her mouth, which is at the perfect height for me to slip past her pretty lips. “Open wide and relax, Celine.

Her mouth falls open without hesitation, and I hum at her submission. Yes, it’s hot when she is demanding, but seeing the roles reversed, watching her submit and hand over control, electrifies me.

Lining myself up with her open mouth, I choose to be nice and enter her slowly. I’m surprised by how relaxed she is already, and how easily I can slip into her, inch by inch.

When I’m seated fully inside her, a gag sounds around my length, pulling a groan from me. Just from the sound, I can imagine how her eyes are lined with water.

I pull out of her, allowing her to catch her breath. “You okay with this?”

“Yes,” she responds eagerly.