Page 79 of Campus Crush
He teased me, kissing the inside of my thighs and moving closer to where I was becoming desperate for him.
“Foster, please,” I begged, the need inside my body spiraling out of control. I needed release.
“Tell me what you want, Baby.”
“Kiss me.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“That’s not how this works. Use those words, my smart girl. Tell me exactly where you want me to kiss you.”
My heart was racing in my chest, but my inhibitions had left the room. I met his gaze. “I want you to kiss and suck on my clit.”
His smile was wicked. “There’s my dirty girl.”
And then his mouth was right where I wanted it, and he was licking and sucking like I was the most succulent meal of his life. My back arched off the bed as pleasure exploded through me.
I gripped his head as my hips bucked against his mouth, desperate to be pushed off the ledge. He hummed in his throat and then sucked hard and I was lost.
The pleasure was so intense, I wasn’t sure if I blacked out or if the world just went completely still and silent as my body shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
By the time I became aware of my surroundings again, Foster was naked and sliding a condom over his hard cock. I sat up on my elbows and took in his insanely sexy body.
He seriously looked too fit to be real. His six-pack abs gleamed with a light sheen, and his hand was wrapped around his cock which seemed slightly larger than average—although I really had no frame of reference apart from what I’d seen in movies.
“You ready for more?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes.”
His smile was sweet as he crawled over my body until his cock was hovering over my entrance. He looked down at my face, his expression suddenly serious. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, but I had no intention of stopping this.
“I want this to be good for you,” he confessed, and my heart felt like it swelled in my chest.
I cupped his cheeks and brought his face to mine, kissing him with all the emotion I had inside me. He had no idea what he was doing to me—what he made me feel for him. All the feelings I’d been so afraid of for so long.
When we broke the kiss, he gripped his cock and rubbed the tip slowly up and down, coating it with my slick juices. My stomach tensed as he pushed it gently inside me just an inch. I sucked in a sharp breath at the stretch as he pushed in a little deeper, and he stilled.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, don’t stop. Please.” I gripped his arms, my legs instantly wrapping around his hips, afraid he’d pull out and say we should try another time. But the movement caused him to move a little farther inside, and both of us shuddered at the exquisite feel.
“Please, Foster,” I whimpered. “Keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” And I meant it. I knew he would neverhurt me. As sure as I knew my name, I was confident in him—in us.
He canted his hips and slid the rest of the way in, causing me to moan from the intensity of the pressure. It was such a bizarre feeling at first, but quickly, the full feeling turned to pleasure. When he started moving, the pleasure intensified.
We found our rhythm as we rocked our hips, until he was hitting a spot so deep inside of me that a new kind of pleasure started coiling in my gut.
“Fuck, you feel unbelievable.”
“Foster,” I choked out as he slid his hand between us and started rubbing tantalizing circles on my clit. That, combined with the spot he kept hitting deep inside me with every thrust, had my toes curling. I screamed as my orgasm hit me, this one so much stronger and deeper than I’d ever thought was possible. It was a full body release that seemed to go on and on and on.
