Page 19 of Loved

"Let's go back to the apartment," I said as I traced kisses down the side of her neck.

"No." She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

I usually liked being the one in control. But her flipping the script already had me rock hard.

"This is what I need." She wrapped her hand around my cock.

If my dick deep inside of her was the reassurance she needed, I’d give it to her. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs up around me. I stepped toward the wall, but tripped over a bucket.

She slid down my torso and her feet hit the ground again.

"Shit. Sorry, Penny."

She silenced me with another kiss.

I’d had so many dreams of fucking her in my classroom. I had two favorites. Taking her right against the chalkboard was one. And I was especially fond of this one dream where she was at the podium trying to give her speech while I ate her out. We’d never have sex in my classroom now. This janitor’s closet was probably the closest we’d ever get to that. But just thinking about my fantasies while her lips were against mine was driving me crazy.

I heard the zip of her jeans. I pushed my body against hers, pressing her back against the wall. I slid her pants the rest of the way down. She held on to me as she stepped out of them and her shoes.

"I think this will reassure you," I said and knelt in front of her. No, she wasn’t in the middle of giving a speech like in my fantasy. But I could still make her scream.

She probably expected me to kiss the inside of her thigh, or gently brush my fingers against her clit to tease her. But just the scent of her had me undone. And I was suddenly starving. I thrust my tongue deep inside her wetness.

"Fuck," she moaned as her hands fell to my shoulders.

Her pussy was as greedy for my tongue as I was for her. I swear the taste of her was the only sustenance I needed. I thrust my tongue even deeper inside of her as I rubbed my nose against her clit.

"James," she panted.

I lifted her thighs over my shoulders so that I was supporting all her weight. I slid one of my hands underneath her tank top and beneath her bra. I groaned against her swollen clit. I loved every inch of her. But the weight of her breast in my hand did something to me.

I reached down with my other hand and grabbed my cock. Fuck, I needed a release. I needed it to be my cock inside her tight pussy instead of my tongue.

I thrust my tongue deeper and rubbed my nose against her clit again.Come for me, baby. Come and then let me fuck you so hard.I ran my hand up and down my shaft faster.

She moaned as her pussy clenched around my tongue. God, she was so sweet. I lapped up all her juices as her body shuddered.

"Do you feel better now?" Because it was my turn. I placed another long stroke against her wetness as I reached up and moved her thighs off my shoulders.

She was too breathless to respond. She just stared at me as her back slid down the wall.

"Because your cunt is delicious. I could do that forever." I leaned forward and kissed her stomach. I needed my cock deep inside of her, but I always did my best negotiating with her when she was perfectly sated from an orgasm.I needed to hear her say that she trusted me. I needed to know that we were okay.

I stayed on my knees and stared up at her. "I told you everything would be okay and it will be. I need you to trust me. I need you to trust my judgment."

"I do trust you."

"Then we should be celebrating today, not fighting." I sunk one of my fingers into her wetness.

She moaned.

"I'm divorced." I thrust my finger deeper.

She was still soaked.

"I'm not your professor anymore." I slid another finger inside of her. How was she still so tight?

"James," she moaned.

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