Teacher (Voyeur #6) - Fiona Cole Page 0,44
down my inner thigh. He kissed up the other, killing me with each pass until I damn near begged him just to do it.
Finally, he hovered over my opening, his breath tickling my wet heat. “Since it’s your first time, I better make it memorable.”
“No problem the—” The first sweep of his tongue had my eyes rolling toward the back of my head. “Holy shit.”
Those were the last intelligible words to leave my mouth as Daniel did as he promised. He licked every single inch of me, inside and out. He sucked on my folds and played with my clit. He pushed me wide and fucked me, his thumb making tortuous circles around my bundle of nerves. I could feel the wetness tricking down, and I didn’t care.
My entire focus centered on Daniel’s tongue and the need to come. There was no room for anything else.
“Play with your tits, baby.”
Without hesitation, I did as told. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. I should’ve been ashamed of how much I liked the rough pinches and hard tugs, but nothing mattered right then. Daniel pushed his fingers into me and latched on to my clit, sucking hard, and that was it. Pleasure crashed over me, flinging me off a cliff, sending me into a free-fall I never wanted to come back from. I wanted to live in this feeling, this pleasure, this oblivion.
Instead of crashing back into my body, soft licks and strokes cradled me back to earth.
“Beautiful.”
His praise wrapped me in the comfort I’d come to associate just with him.
He sat back and wiped at the moisture coating his mouth and chin. I should’ve been ashamed, but my body still vibrated with aftershocks, distracting me too much to feel any embarrassment.
His cock tented his pants, and when he moved, he winced. I wasn’t ready for this experience to be over. Sitting up, I reached for him.
“Can I…?”
He held my hand before I could reach him, and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle, and groaned, “You’re killing me. The thought of those lips around me is enough to make a man insane. But tonight is about you.”
“Will you at least…get off again?”
He huffed a laugh. “I guess if I have to,” he said, making me laugh with him. “Lay back for me, baby.”
He swallowed and unfastened his pants. I liked the idea of him watching me to get off. I left my breasts out, and my thighs spread. I’d never felt sexier than I did in that moment with Daniel kneeling between my legs, gripping his hard length, and watching me to get off.
He dragged his palm across my wet pussy, making me jerk when he grazed my sensitive clit. Then, using my cum, he jerked himself off, barely taking his eyes from mine. His jaw clenched tight, and his arm moved faster.
Tension stretched between us, and without touching, the moment felt more intimate than if he were inside me.
He didn’t touch me at all, and I stood on the edge of the cliff again, ready to fall. Too soon, his eyes slid shut, and he cupped his free hand over his shaft and groaned. When he finished, I was squirming on the bed, desperate to fall.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said. Without any hesitation, he fell between my thighs again and ate me like his last meal. There was no teasing or taking his time. He sucked my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and shoving me until I fell all over again.
By the time we’d both got our breathing back under control, he sprawled next to me on the bed, tugging me into his chest. Like the most natural thing in the world, I rested my head in the crook of his neck and wrapped my leg over his.
“This is nice,” he rumbled. “I usually skip the snuggle-sesh.”
A laugh broke free, loud in the quiet room. “Did you just say snuggle-sesh?”
“Yeah, all the cool kids say it,” he explained, smiling down at me.
“Who?” I challenged. “I’m in my twenties, and I’ve never heard anyone say that.”
“You’re just not in the loop,” he joked. “Geez, get with the program, Han-Han.”
And just like that, any heat that lingered froze like a block of ice. All of me froze, stiff and uncomfortable with the memories crashing through my mind like the Hawaiian punch man.
“Hey, are you okay?” Daniel’s voice permeated the memories, and I clung to it. “Hanna.”
“Sofia was the only person to call me Han-Han,” I explained against