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Charlotte helped him free her head and arms from the shirt, tossing it to the floor. Her hands slid over his abs while he removed his shirt.
She leaned forward to run her tongue from above his navel to the center of his chest. He shuddered. When her lips hovered over his pec above his nipple, her hot breath fanned over the skin. He looked down at her.
As soon as their eyes met, she swirled her tongue over his skin and then pulled the flesh into her mouth. He groaned and dropped his head back. She was marking him. Not with her nails in response to his roughness, but she marked him with intent.
It was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
“That’s so good, Kitten.”
She hummed at his praise, swiping her tongue over the bruise she left. It wouldn’t last long, but until it disappeared, he would cherish it.
Maneuvering herself onto her knees in front of him, she slid her hands over his chest, admiring her work.
His hands settled on her lower back and pulled her flush to him, kissing and nibbling at her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He slid his hands up to her bra and flicked open the back clasp. She pulled back, letting the lacy lavender fabric fall between them.
Her fair skin flushed pink from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts when he ran his tongue over his lips.
“I love these perfect tits of yours,” he said, lifting his hands to caress them, weighing them in his hands.
Last night, he had the pleasure of seeing her try on the uniform she would wear in a little over a week to ensure it fit.
Never before had he thought anything other than the uniforms were an inconvenience when they were adults with their own clothes, but seeing her full hips in the little skirt and the button-down hugging her ample breasts made him want to bow down and thank whoever came up with the idea of wearing uniforms.
He hadn’t been able to resist taking her against the wall beside the closet while still in uniform.
Her plaid skirt made it easy for him to pull her panties aside and bury his cock deep into the heat of her body. He shuddered as fantasies of taking her all over campus crossed his mind.
But now her breasts were proudly on display for his viewing and tasting pleasure.
He bent, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Her head dropped back, her beautiful curls cascading down her back. He loved her hair but couldn’t wait to see it pinned up again with his mark proudly displayed at the base of her neck. He would need to buy her an entire collection of pins and clips, and wide-neck or backless shirts to show off his claim to her. Maybe he would go around shirtless.
When his mouth released her breast with a pop, she lifted her head. “I want to taste you,” she said, dropping her eyes down to where his jeans felt too snug at the zipper.
Who was he to deny her what she wanted?
He stood from the bed and made quick work of discarding his jeans and boxer briefs, while she did the same with her shorts and panties.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, she placed a hand on his hip, using the other to wrap around the base of his shaft. She squeezed, making it twitch in her hand, and his eyes dropped to half-mast, already drunk on the sight of her bent over about to take his cock into her warm mouth. Looking up into his eyes, she lapped over his cockhead, gathering the beaded moisture there like a kitten tasting cream.
He smirked. She really was like a kitten when she wanted to be.
Tightening her grip on his hip, she opened her mouth and sank down his length, making his mind go blank. His hand moved into the curls at the back of her head, holding her but not controlling her movements, basking in the feel of her soft lips and wet mouth. Taking him deeper into her mouth, she bobbed her head at a steady pace, going deeper with each slide down his shaft.
“That’s so good, Kitten.”
She whimpered around him.
“You’re doing so good.”
He never realized someone could blossom so much with a little bit of praise, but she came alive every time he spoke words of approval. It wasn’t only her that loved it though. He adored how she responded to him. How she wanted him to be happy with her and praise her. That she wanted to please him and be rewarded for it gave him a high like no other.
He felt that familiar tingle and stepped back, his cock slipping free from her mouth. She looked up at him in question, hands braced on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want to come yet.”
His eyes fell to her breasts, heavy and full and oh-so-tempting.
