Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,113
only they could hear the way you moan just for us," he stated as a finger slipped right into my hot pussy, leaving me to moan in relief from the desperate, pounding ache he'd been triggering all damn morning with his hot grunts and attractive body that had been taunting me all workout long.
"Feel the way your pussy hugs our fingers," he continued and began to move his finger in and out while his thumb would occasionally tease the bud of my clit. He captured my lips once more, the kiss more heated - desperate even - to leave me breathless while his finger moved faster.
He waited for me to be wet to slip in another finger, and I moaned loudly as he broke the kiss to fully focus on my aroused expression while his fingers worked their magic.
"If they could see the lust and hunger in those beautiful orbs of yours," he whispered as he admired me and fucked me even faster. I bit my lip and braced for what surely would be an orgasm as my pussy quivered around his thrusting fingers.
"Let me hear you, Brianne," he ordered as he moved close to kiss my neck just as his fingers sank deeply enough to trigger my orgasm as I came. My moan was loud and echoed around the room, but I knew it wasn't enough for Connor as he slipped his fingers out and tugged my shorts down.
"They don't get to see this glistening pussy," he vouched as he further spread my legs after lifting each foot up to remove the shorts from my ankles. He began kissing the inner sides of my legs, leaving me to quiver as I kept my arms up at his previous request.
He looked up as he reached between my legs, enjoying the way my chest moved up and down, my breathless exhales, and how my eyes practically begged him to do what he was thinking.
I'd never been so turned on like this. So desperate to be teased, let alone pampered by his tongue. It was an exhilarating feeling that made my body tingle with want, and he knew that only he could do that for me. Not one of his football colleagues.
Just those who are a part of our bond. Only the Notorious can touch, kiss, lick, and fuck me.
"Connor," I practically moaned. "Please?"
The way his eyes lit up at my request only rewarded me as he dived right in and began to enjoy the taste of my juices as he licked me up. It always amazed me how I could experience something as simple as this and yet be so turned on like it was my first time ever.
My legs were shaking by the time he was finished, and I bit my lip hard in an attempt to control my approaching climax.
He got up and turned the knob of the water to a higher temperature. Steam already began to drift upward, while he was kissing me deeply once more. My arms were killing me and he must have realized cause he tugged them so I could rest them on his shoulders, which allowed me to hook them around his neck while my fingers played with his wet strands.
We made out for much longer than I expected, and I purposely pressed myself against his groin, feeling how hard he was.
"Can we do it here?" I quietly pleaded as we fought to catch our breaths.
"What if someone interrupts?" he whispered almost in a mocking way as he leaned back to look into my eyes. I finally noticed the pitch blackness in them, but it didn't strike a nerve of fear within me.
"Let them," I dared as if I wouldn't care about the consequences. A part of me actually wouldn't; the idea of someone listening in on our lovemaking suddenly made me even hotter from the inside out.
The devilish smirk on his lips made me swallow the lump in my throat as he moved his arms from my waist and took a step back to let the water drench him while he slipped out of the tights.
He remained there on purpose as I took him all in, and goodness, it was like watching a sculpted masterpiece in the heart of a rainstorm. There was something about seeing your man naked in a public place like the changing room shower that made you think of the craziest things - while heightening your arousal even further.