She’s nervous.
I pause. “You okay?”
She nods, opening her mouth and sticking out her flattened tongue, but the anxious look in her eyes is still there.
I have wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her, but I will never be so lost in the need I feel that her comfort won’t be my number one priority. “What happened to those words you were so good at a few minutes ago, baby? Talk to me.” My cock throbs painfully.
She closes her mouth, then opens it again, this time trying to find words. “I’ve never done this before.”
Oh.
She literally wants me to teach her.
Is she a virgin?I don’t ask the question even though it’s the first thing that pops into my mind. I am definitely not fucking her until we talk about this, though. Not because I think virginity is some precious thing a woman chooses to give away, but because I want to be sure I’m caring for her physical needs to the best of my ability.
She’s probably not, but you never know.
“Why don’t we wait until?—”
“No,” she cuts me off. “I don’t want to wait,” she says, softer. “Yeah, I’m nervous because this is new to me. But that does not mean I am not also very excited and eager.”
To make her point she opens her mouth again, waiting, as if that’s that.
I mean, I guess it is.
Except, she needs to be the one in control here.
For now.
I rest the head of my cock on her tongue and she closes her lips around it. I shudder. “Suck, baby. Take as much as you can. There’s nothing you can do that won’t feel amazing.”
Quinn, I find, does not have a gag reflex.
She bobs her head once and takes me to the back of her throat. My fingers thread in her hair again, this time tightening at her roots because I need her to slow the fuck down.
I was not expecting that.
I want to ask her if she practiced on a banana or something becausewhat the fuck?
She follows my lead, popping off me and my cock smacks against my lower abdomen.
“What happened to you fucking my face,Professor?” She challenges me.
A low growl builds in my throat. She can be so bratty at times and I like it a fucking lot.
“Oh, I will,” I yank her head back a fraction. “But first I want you to untie your hands and slip those pretty little fingers under your skirt. I want to hear how soaked you are.” I’m not coming without her, that’s for damn sure.
She does as I ask, her nerves seeming to have eased now that everything's out in the open.
I don’t think her sexual history is anything she should feel obligated to share with me, but if it makes her feel better for me to know, I’m happy to hear whatever she wants to tell me.
She snakes her hand under the hem of her skirt, and there is a small feral part of me that wants to say fuck this; jerk it away, and toss her on the couch. Eat her pussy until she’s screaming so loud the people in the offices surrounding mine call campus security for a wellness check.
She wraps her free hand around the base of my cock, taking me into her mouth again and making the decision for me.
All of the anxiousness and tentativeness from before is gone.
Quinn is an amazing multitasker, sucking my soul from my cock while she works to bring herself over the edge.
