6 comments/ 18631 views/ 12 favorites Loving and Lusting Ch. 01 By: hothoneyx "Good work out?" a voice asked behind me. I took one last swig of my sport drink before turning around to respond. These conversations never go well. It was very rare that a guy who approached you in the gym would be interested in your brain. Even more so when you work out a university gym. This happened more than I would like. Although I was well into my thirties, I looked much younger. A blessing and a course. The course being that I was often hit on by boys who still slept on mattresses on the floor. I turned around. This time was no different. A young man stood in front of me. He had dark brown hair that hung in unruly curls on his head and piercing green eyes. He was fit and tall. But he was just a boy. A boy with a bold smile on his face. He thought this was working. I calmly passed the towel over my neck and chest wiping away the thin layer of sweat that caused my skin to glisten. "It was exceptional." I said. I slung my bag on my shoulder and spun on my heels. To my surprise he chose to follow me towards the door. "What's your number? Maybe I can give you a more carnal work out experience." He called after me. I stopped dead in my tracks and waited for him to catch up. His eyes wandered to my cleavage, which glistened with sweat. I was not shy about my 34d chest and did not mind when they were appreciated, but this was obscene. "That line works?" I asked. "I've only been slapped twice, so it's not my worst. Is it working on you?" He laughed. It was a carefree infectious laugh. "No." I smiled and walked away, shaking my head. This time he did not follow. At least I got a decent laugh out of this. I thought that would be the last I saw of the tall young man with the great eyes and infectious laugh. It was a large campus in an even larger city. But then as I sat at a booth in my favorite bar two weeks later a gin and tonic slid in front of me. I looked up from my book and saw him again. The bright white of his tee shirt made this tan skin look as if it glowed. There was a hint of athletic musculature under the thin cotton. "I hear that's your drink." He sat down across from me without being asked. "Are you even old enough to buy that?" I put my book down and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm old enough for a lot of things." He smiled. There was something self assured in the way he looked at me. "Not for me." I said. I raised the glass to him and took a sip. "But thanks for the drink anyway." "Not a problem." He leaned in, beckoning for me to do the same. It was pointless to whisper. The bar was virtually empty. Even though it was Saturday, it was early. I don't know why, but I did as he said. His cheek pressed against mine and his warm breath graced over my ear. "I'll tell you what, after we fuck, I won't tell if you won't tell." It was uncontrollable, my sex twitched with excitement. But I hadn't gotten where I was, the youngest tenured professor in my department by following every little urge that popped up. The feelings, if you could call them that, that I had for him would have to be ignored. "How about... we don't fuck, I don't tell and you find someone your own age to play with?" I whispered back into his ear. He leaned back in the booth. Something about the way he did it told me he wasn't moving for a while. "Girls my age only read Derrida so they don't have to sit on a wrinkly cock to get a good grade." He said. I glanced at my book, only the title was written on the hard cover, not the author. I was impressed. "There is nothing sexy about that." "So you want to fuck on a treadmill while reading french philosophy?" I said with a laugh. He laughed too and shook his head sending his curls in a whirl on his head. Large hand combed the unruly locks into some semblance of order. The he looked at me with an earnest look on his face. Then the corners of his lips turned up into a sly smile. "I want to fuck you however you want to be fucked. If Derrida gets you wet I am happy to oblige." He reached under the table and touched my bare knee. The warm touch of his fingers ran up my leg. On reflex I shifted but instead of jerking shut my knees spasmed apart ever so slightly. I should have slapped his hand way. I had no way of knowing that was the beginning of the end of my resistance of him. He did not try to crawl his fingers up my thigh. He simply made small circles with his fingers for a short while and then stopped. "I don't have sex with students." I told him. He seemed to ignore my declaration. I could almost feel his eyes ravaging me. As if he could see through the silk sundress I wore. He got up and started to leave. "Well Professor.." he began. "Conrad" I told him not knowing why I would offer him my name, yet something told me that he knew it already. Anyone of my regular bartenders could have told him. How else would he know my favorite drink, down to the extra lime. "Professor Conrad, I am not your student so you wont have to worry about that when we have sex, will you?" He smiled at me again before returning to his position behind the bar. I remained at the bar for an hour or two. In that time a number of tipsy co-eds sashayed up to the bar, demanding his attention. I smiled to myself as they leaned onto the bar chest first, as if offering their tits up for worship on his alter. Some of them were quite attractive. I even thought they would distract him. Young men are like magpies in that way. Wave a good pair of tits in their face and they'll forget the ones that stiffened their cocks a few minutes before. But I had no such luck, once in a while I would look up to see him smiling that cocky smile at me. The light coming in from the small window at street level gave the slightly busier bar a soft glow. I check my watch and saw that it was almost seven. I had to prepare myself for a day of work with a long bath and some wine. I shoved my book in my bag and dropped a few dollars on the table before I left. I was out the door adjusting my bag when he burst out of the door and up the stairs onto the sidewalk. "I'll walk you home." He smiled down at me. "You have work." I said and started down the wide sidewalk. The sun was starting to set and the air was getting cool in expectation of fall. "Its dead in there. I'll walk you home." I should have said no to him, but the end had already begun with a touch of the knee. So I accepted his company with a shrug of the shoulders. No was not a word that seemed to be in his vocabulary anyway. There was only yes and almost yes's. All of my no's had turned into almost yes's in his mind anyway. I am a lean 5'8, approaching 6' with a good pair of heels, but he was still taller than I was as I clicked my way down the block in my favorite peep-toe heels. "Is there a sexier sound than the sound a woman's shoes make on hard ground?" He asked. I wished I could have silenced my shoes at that moment. But when we turned down the empty street my brownstone sat on, they were even louder. His sent wafted over to me on the breeze. I hate that I felt myself get excited at the fresh yet musky smell. After a short walk in silence, I stopped in front of my home and took one step up the stoop. I was now eye to eye with him. His bright green eyes searched mine. "You have the most amazing big brown eyes." He told me. I was taken aback for a moment by his sweet and genuine statement. "Thank you." I said. "And thank you for the walk home. All two and a half blocks." "Aren't you going to invite me in?" He took a step up. He was impossibly close to me on the shallow step. I went to take another step but my heel caught on the edge. I stumbled into his awaiting arm. He pulled me into him by the behind. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Unless you want to fuck me right here, you freaky little thing." "One drink then you are out." I said. I was flustered and it was obvious in my shaky voice.I felt my cheeks go warm as I tried to force myself back into control. My heart was beating faster now. I could feel the blood rushing to places that would lead me to trouble. Everything in me screamed that I should send him on his way. It was insane to invite this man I knew nothing about into my home. There was something about him though. I trusted him immediately. He followed me into my townhouse. It was the reason I took my position. It had amazingly high ceilings with crown molding and large windows which flooded the rooms with light. I had spent months restoring it to its eighteenth century glory and filled it with my own elegantly eclectic mix of antique furniture and original art work. I set my keys and my bag on the table in the foyer before leading him into the front room. Two large windows overlooking the quiet tree lined street let in the golden light of sunset. I walked over to the bar but he stood staring at a large painting over the fireplace. "Is that an original?" He asked, almost in awe. "Yeah, a friend owns the gallery where she had a show last year. He gave it to me for my birthday." I poured myself a drink and looked at him. There was more to him than meets the eye. But what met the eye was not at all bad. He was truly a sight. Broad muscular shoulders, narrow hips, lovely tanned skin that was set off by rich brown hair. His hair was messy and with random curls hanging over emerald green eyes. His strong jaw was covered by the slightest bit of fuzzy facial hair. He noticed I was looking at him and flashed me a knowing smile. "What are you having?" "Whiskey on rocks if you can." He ran his fingers through his thick hair. I wouldn't be able to keep control much longer if he kept that up. I thought. "I have your whiskey," I handed him the glass of amber liquid. "I'll be back with your ice." I returned from the kitchen with a tub of ice. He looked up from a large book shelf as I came in. "Art history." He blurted out. I nodded and dropped a few ice cubes in his glass. He grabbed my slender waist with his free hand. "You know I considered asking for some water just so I could see that sexy ass walk away from me again. Then I thought, why watch it when I should be touching it." His large had slid down my waist and onto my behind. I could feel his fingers spreading across my rear before they grasped a cheek as he yanked me into him. My body was pressed so tightly against his. My breast squeezed against his chest. I felt his member stiffen under his jeans. I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding in my ears. I felt myself begin to pulse with anticipation. He bent his head down and pressed his lips against mine. His warm breath spread across my cheek. I sighed, opening my mouth slightly. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the sweet whiskey on his tongue as he kissed me deeper. His hand left my ass and slid upwards into my hair. He took a handful of my smooth auburn locks and gently pulled my head back. I was sorry to part with his tender lips. Lips that were now pulled in a sly smile. We said nothing for a while. We just stood, trying to inhabit the same place staring into each others eyes. Finally I stepped back and downed the rest of my drink. If this was going to happen I may as well have a buzz to go along with it. He finished his own and took my empty glass from my hand. I tried not to freak out as he placed them on a side table without a coaster. Surely this young Adonis with a large bulge in his pants was more important than a ring on the side table. It wasn't. I stepped out of my heels as I walked back towards him. He quickly scooped me up burying his head in my neck. By now I was sure that my panties were damp with excitement. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us over to the couch. I flung my foot out to knock the empty class onto the floor. With more grace than I expected he laid me down so my head rested on the arm of the couch. He hovered over me, his eyes scanning my face. I pulled his head down to kiss him again. I loved the taste of his mouth. But he soon pulled away from me. "Zane." He said breathlessly. His hand slipped under my flowing dress. "What?" I asked. I drew in a short sharp breath as a finger grazed my satin covered lips. "I just wanted you to know what name to scream during that orgasm you'll be having in a few minutes." His smile was just downright naughty at this point. His lips went back to mine, silencing any retort I might have. I wouldn't have been able to think of one. His fingers had pushed my panties aside and were sliding up and down between my slit. I arched my hip towards him as he circled my clit. I could feel how easily his fingers slid around, exploring all of my sex. His raged breath against my cheek only made me more excited. My body swelled closer to orgasm with each breath. It had been so long since I had a body over me. So long since my legs cradled a man eager to please me and to be pleased. Again he went to my clit, this time squeezing gently. It drove me wild. My lower lips ached with their arousal. I ran my fingers through his thick satiny hair as I kissed him feverishly. He pulled away again. His eyes darted over my face. I am sure he wanted to look at me as he slowly inserted a finger into me. I sighed, biting my lip. quiet moans began to form in my throat. His eyes sparkled with self satisfaction. I looked into them, unashamed as I proceeded to grind myself against his hand. A soft moan escaped my lips. He looked so proud of himself at my moans that I did not bother to lower his lips to mine. Instead I closed my eyes and let a smile come over my face. My freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his arm as it flexed to support his body over mine. The other went to his muscular shoulder. I could have easily reached for his hard cock where it pressed against my thigh, but I didn't. I wanted to enjoy the moment and I could tell he wanted the same. A second finger gingerly inserted itself into my welcoming hole. My hip spasmed towards him. "Oh god..." I breathed. The strokes of his fingers quickened and his thumb rubbed against my now engorged clit. "Are you going to cum all over my hand?" He asked. I bit down on my lip and nodded. It was going to happen soon. I felt dizzy as my blood rushed down to my throbbing pussy. "Don't do that, I want to hear how much you like it." "Fuck!" I blurted out. One of his finges had curved into a hook and hit just he right spot. My heart was going to leap out of my chest. I thrust my hip up to him, soon the thrusting became involuntary. "Oh god Zane.... uhn.. right there." I moaned. My fingers gripped his arm and shoulder. I looked into his eyes as he pushed his fingers deeper into me. It was more than I could bare. One last "Oh" oozed out of my mouth as my breath left my body. I closed my eyes, retreating into my imminent orgasm. He expertly worked my pussy with hooked finger and thumb, rubbing my clit as my body spasmed in heavenly release. His fingers were still buried inside of me when the last wave rolled over me. I let out a sigh and unclenched his arm. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling over me. His finger lazily ran up and down between my now dripping lips. I ran my fingers through his hair before pulling him down for a kiss. He kissed me back long and hard before lifting away from me. "Top notch O face by the way." He laughed. His fingers ran softly through my hair. "Not many women can look so beautiful while cumming. Its a gift." He finally pulled his hand from between my legs. I shot up quickly and went to the small mahogany bar. I returned with a towel to wipe his hand and then between my leggs. My attempt to check the couch for juices did not go unnoticed. He let out that melodic carefree laugh. "Do you know how hard it is to clean silk upholstery?" I asked him. "Fine, lets take this upstairs then." As if I had weighed nothing, he picked me up and put me over his shoulder. I let out a girly squeal that I hadn't heard from myself in years. With my navigation he found my bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway. He let me down in the center of the large room. His eyes scanned my body greedily. I walked over to him and unbuckled his belt. He ignored the quick work I made of his jeans and briefs. His hands cupped my face, tucking stray strands of hair behind my ears. "You are so amazingly gorgeous." He whispered as he kissed my neck. "That is very sweet of you to say." I said as I wrap ed my fingers around his hard extension. "But, one, I've already decided to let you fuck me, and two my decision had nothing to do with how sweet you are." "In that case, why don't we skip the heavy petting and get down to the fucking." With that he picked me up again, tossing me on the large bed. He was not shy about yanking off my underwear. "Easy tiger." I said. He looked as if he wanted to pounce on me. I adjusted myself on the bed and looked down at his feet. It was all I could do not to stare at his erect penis pointing up at the ceiling. I stared blatantly for a while. When I looked back up at him he had that familiar cocky grin on his face. "Like what you see?" he ran his hand over his engorged member. The pink tip bobbed alluringly. I took a deep breath. My pussy twitched in anticipation of him entering me. I cocked my head to a side and smiled back at him. "No shoes in bed." He laughed and looked around, as if seeing my bedroom for the first time. It was large and immaculate. The shiny wood floors were barren of any stray item. My bed was covered with crisp grey and white bedding. The fresh cut flowers on the table next to the window filled the room with light fragrance. He slipped out of his shoes. A defiant look passed over his face as he tossed my underwear onto the floor in the center of the room. "Ass" I said as I pulled him down onto me. My back arched as I reached for his erection. He buried his head in my neck. I could hear his hard breathing in my ear interspersed with his soft kisses. His cock was warm and rock hard. I was pleased with how little work I had to do to get him to that state. I squeezed the tip gently and I felt him twitch in my hand. I moaned as I rubbed the tender head against my still wet slit. "God you smell good." He said in my ear. "Why don't we see what this little prick of yours can do." I ignored his compliment. Becoming enamored with this young man was not to be considered. For now, a random romp was as far over the line as I was willing to go. It was okay for me to have some carnal excitement once in a while. I directed his member to my opening and moved my hand to his chest. He lifted himself up so he could look at me. His eyes narrowed, as if deciding what to do with me. He thrust himself into me, quickly and violently. I knew it was coming but it still made me gasp with pleasure and surprise. He smiled down at me after he saw my surprise. He held himself there for a while and the with drew almost completely. Then another thrust and another gasp escaped my lips. My large breast bounced under my dress as he pounded into me. "Hows that little prick working out for you?" He asked. There was nothing little about him. I could feel myself stretch to welcome him into me. I moaned and lifted my hip towards him, trying to take and much of him inside of me as possible. "Its getting the job done so far." I smiled at him. This taunt just caused him to thrust harder. There was nothing gentle about how he pound his stiff cock into me. I moaned my appreciation. My moans grew louder as he rubbed his groin against my clit with every inward thrust. I was aching for him. I relished the feeling of his heavy body over mine, the roughness of his jeans against my thigh, his smell wafting into my nose. My entire body warmed in excitement. I turned my head to the side. His long muscular arm flexed with the strain of his weight and activity. I could see a vein bulge out and run from his bicep to his forearm. My blood began to boil at the sight of it. He gave me a particularly hard and deep thrust, demanding my attention. He got it. My body shivered with anticipation. Loving and Lusting Ch. 01 "Oh fuck... Zane." I could not help but scream out my pleasure. He dropped down to an elbow leaving one hand free to grope under my dress and bra. I eagerly assisted by unbuttoning the few buttons at the top of my dress. His hand grabbed my right breast and exposed it to the warmth of our combined body heat. He massaged my chest and pinched at my hard nipple all the while anxiously attacking my neck with his mouth. He was very good at multitasking and I felt myself near the edge of exstasy. My pussy clenched around his cock as it rammed into me, trying to hold it where it gave me so much pleasure. I grabbed his ass and wrapped my legs around him, all in attempt to pull him deeper into me. It clenched in my hand and his body went rigid above me. I could hear his grunts and moans as we moved together towards pure pleasure. I could tell he was close too. "Go ahead Zane," I whispered into his ear, I was almost out of breath. "cum inside me. Blow you lovely load in my pussy." "Oh shit" He breathed. His cock spasmed inside of me. His hip pushed against mine furiously. It pushed me over the edge. I clawed his back as wave after wave of my climax rushed over me. I could feel myself milking his hard dick with my hot and wet pussy. I let out a scream of pure ecstasy. He grunted as he shot his load inside of me, but I wasn't done. My heart was pounding and I couldn't breathe but each fiber in my body clenched him inside of me. I wanted it all. He let out a sigh and collapsed onto me. Another moan passed my lips as I regained my breath. I held him there, on top of me and inside of me. He made a motion to move off of me but I stopped him. "Not yet," I told him. I wanted to feel him filling me up for as long as possible. I ran my fingers through his now sweat dampened hair. "You aren't bad at this." "Yeah?" He kissed my forehead. "Its not hard when I have an amazing pussy like yours to work with." We lay there for a while relishing in the heat and smell of our bodies. When I caught my breath, I gave him a slight thrust of the hip, letting him know I was ready for him to exit me. Even after the spectacular orgasm, I still twitched as he slowly withdrew from my body. He gave me a knowing smile as he lay spread eagle on my bed. "God you're still wet." He ran a finger over my glistening sex. "Its your cum you dick, don't be so full of it." I knew it was more than that, just looking at him made me wet. My pussy would have welcomed him if he had chose to fuck me again at that moment. I pointed to the box of tissues by the bed. He reached for it with one of his long arms. I watched as he wiped the mixture of our juices from his still stiff cock. He caught me looking at him. It was all he needed for him to pull my head to his and kiss me hard. He got up and pushed my legs open. I lifted my hips to pull my dress around my waist. His fingers ran over my stomach, lightly tracing the light cuts of my abdomen. He looked me in the eyes as he passed a tissue up my thigh. "Nice to see you like to keep everything clean." he smiled at my almost bare privates. "Shut up and clean your mess." I tried to hide the warmth that rose to my cheeks. He made a show of wiping me down. Again he tossed the tissues on the floor. This time he looked me in the eyes, searching for a reaction. I gave him none. I would clean tomorrow, tonight was for cumming as many times as possible. "Now Professor," He started. "Keely..."I interrupted him. "Keely Conrad... hmm. Professor sounds sexier." He pulled of his shirt, revealing his truly fantastic chest and chiseled abs. "Professor, if we can have so much fun with our clothes on, imagine what I can do with full access to those luscious tits." I pulled myself up so I knelled on the bed. I glanced at his pants, he pulled them down, his eyes glued to mine, his erection poking his stomach as he bent over. He stood in front of me naked. I took my time slowly going over every inch of his athletic body. "I'm on the water polo team." He said proudly. I was not sure if it the idea of him being on a college athletic team turned me on more or less. It must have been more because I could feel myself getting wet again. I pulled my dress above my head, a little faster than I intended. He pounced on me, grabbing my dress from my hand and tossing it aside. I felt an almost immediate release as he unsnapped my bra, discarding it with the same amount of recklessness. He pressed his lips against mine hungrily. His hands explored my body anxiously, reminding me of his youth. Almost as much as his cock sandwiched between us, hard and stiff moments after her burst a full load into me. His finger found my wetness from behind, I shifted my weight to give him more access to me. "You can't get enough of me can you?" He said. I moaned in agreement. He brushed my long hair of of my right shoulder. His soft facial hair tickled my neck. I felt myself clench at the soft sensation. "God you are so fucking wet." "Uh huh," I said. I ran my hands over his hard back. "You make me wet. You and that hard cock of yours." "Yeah, you want my cock again?" His breath in my ear made me shiver with excitement. I nodded and reached for it. "You can't have it." He spread my legs and picked me up. He was brutal in the way he slammed me down on the bed. He smiled at me mischievously as he inserted his finger inside me again. "You can't have it... yet." He moved down kissing my collarbone, then taking a hard nipple into his mouth. He looked up at me. "You have to show me how much you want it." "You are such a cocky little shit." I said with a smile. "Say that again when you are coming harder than you have in years." With that he inserted a second finger into me. He smiled at the moan he forced out of my body. He kissed his way down to the top of my sex. My body tingled at the feeling of his facial hair against my bare lips. He removed his fingers slowly then spread my legs wider. I moaned at the sight of his thick brown hair between my legs and his warm breath on my wet lips. They were hot and throbbing, eagerly awaiting his attention. His hand went to my breast. I held it there and ran my fingers through his hair. He flicked my clit with his tongue. I lifted my hip to him, begging him to take me into his mouth. His breath was hot on my stomach. His green eyes looked into mine. His tongue spread across my eager pussy. I wanted him to fuck me with his tongue and he did. It pushed itself into me. My hole yielded to him. He pinched my clit and it slipped from his fingers. I could feel the tension building in my stomach and then pushing itself down towards my gap. "Oh god, oh god." was all I could say between my moaning and gasping. Sensing that I was close he buried his head between my legs. He teased and sucked until I felt like my vagina was going to explode with heat and pressure. My fingers gripped at my sheets when I was afraid that I would pull out his hair. His hand massaged my breast but I could only focus on his tongue darting in and out of me and his random sucking on my clit. In an final dive for finish line, I lifted my hips to him. My walls clenched around his tongue. He moved my hand to his head, then slipped his under my rear, supporting my weight as he dug his face into my overly excited, throbbing cunt. I pressed him closer to me. My body shook with the tremors of orgasm. It spasmed rhythmically with the tightening of my inter walls. I unclenched myself as the last pulse of excitement radiated through my body. I was covered in a thin layer of sweat and my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. "Fuck." is all I could say. I didn't want to say that it was the most intense organism that I had had for long, long time. He laughed and placed a small butterfly kiss on my satisfied muff. "And??" He smiled. "You are a cocky little shit." I laughed. "With exceptional lung capacity." he threw himself next to me on the bed. His fingers traced my wet nipples. "Thank you water polo." I turned to him and kissed his nose. "I am starving. Do you want take out?" "You are going to let me stay? I thought this was a one drink kind of date?" he asked. I could feel his eyes on me as I got up and walked to my closet to get my robe. "You were granted a reprieve somewhere around the second or third orgasm." I pulled my satin rob over my sweat moistened naked body. At this post coital stage the feel of the smooth fabric on my sensitive skin made me shiver. I crawled back onto the bed over him. "Unless you want to leave?" He took his finger and shifted my robe so that he could see my breast hanging over him. He grabbed as much of my breast in his hand as he could. I smilled at him , how did he know how to knead me just so..."What did you have in mind?" he said with a smirk. "Well I know the Itamae at this amazing place a few blocks over. They don't usually deliver but I can get something here in a few minutes." I don't really wait for his answer before heading downstairs for my phone. When I return from ordering, with my shoes in one hand and my cell phone in the other I find him sprawled out on the bed. I would have though he hadn't moved but, he had his boxer briefs on and his clothes were folded neatly on the bench at the foot of my bed. My dress and underwear were gone along with the tissues he had discarded on the floor. "Found the hamper. Nice closet by the way, a bit big." He didn't bother to look up at me. "Bit of a shopaholic. It used to be another bedroom." I put my shoes away before I returned to the bed next to him. "Food will be here in twenty." "Were you speaking Japanese?" He propped himself on his elbows and looked at me. I smiled and started kissing his neck. "Hai." I whispered in his ear. My hands spread over his chest. My fingers explored each bump and undulation of his muscular pecs. "We are having sushi." "How many languages do you speak?" Although he spoke as if we were having a polite discussion over diner, I could see him begin to bulge at my delicate exploration of his body. "A few." I climbed over him and kissed his collar bone. I used my index finger to trace the line from his delts to his pecs to his abs, stopping just above his briefs. "Which ones?" He was happy with my greedy fingers feeding on the warmth and hardness of his body. "Well..." I moved up so my lips were next to his ear, just barely touching them. I began to whisper. "Je parle Francaise, Ich spreche deutsche, Ik spreek nederlands, hablo Espanol, parlo italiano..." "That's pretty fucking sexy." he laughs. I sat back on his lap and opened my robe. "tu me fait chaud" I smiled as wickedly as I could. His member had grown even more since I last looked. I reached into his briefs and pulled it out. I let it lay there, reaching towards his navel as I bent over to kiss his lips. His fingers ran through my hair as he pulled me close to him. It was my turn to pull away from his hungry mouth. I knelt at the side of the bed, pulling him towards me by the hips. His shiny red tip begged to be kissed so I placed it softly against my lips. I licked my lips, tasting the salty precum that dribbled from his tip. "You have a gorgeous cock." I smiled up at him. I expected a smart comment but got none. His eyes just stared at my face, waiting for me to take his cock in my mouth. He would have to wait longer. I stuck out my tongue and licked him from the base to the tip, stopping to take the tip gently into my mouth. I removed it and blew cool air onto the shiny cap. His cock twitched with excitement. Its reward was to be taken into the warm wetness of my mouth. I sucked gently as i pulled away. Pausing again to round my tongue around the tip in small circles. Now that it was wet, I used one hand to slowly manipulate his shaft and the other to gently cup his balls. A low moan floated down to me from his throat. Once again I took him into my mouth, deeper this time. My hair tumbled down around my face, laying softly on his stomach and thighs. I sucked harder as I pulled away, all the while working as much of his shaft and balls as I could. Over and over I repeated the motion, each time taking more and more of him into my mouth and throat. "Fuck you mouth feels good" He breathed. After a while he decided he wanted to see me more than he wanted to feel my soft hair tickling his abs. His hand ran threw my hair, pulling it away from my face. I looked into his gorgeous green eyes, begging him for his seed. I could feel the tension building up in his body as it was building up in mine. I knew every ounce of blood tried to rush to his penis as every ounce of mine attempted to engorge my pussy. I didn't have to check to know that I was wet. Having his steel hard cock slide in and out of my mouth excited me. His moans turned into grunts. His hips leaped up to fuck my mouth. I matched the pace of his body. It was getting faster and faster. His hand gently pressed down on my head. My jaw and knees hurt but I eagerly impaled my mouth on his cock over and over. I could almost feel his balls tighten. I reached around to grab his firm bottom as his hips rose to meet my mouth and drove his cock deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him, daring him to cum in my mouth. His body tensed and he let out an animalistic grunt through clenched teeth. His jaw flexed and gave him an even more chiseled look. His brow knotted, almost bringing his thick eyebrows together. He looked so sexy the walls of my pussy twitched with lust. Shot after shot forced their way down my throat. I forced myself to swallow, milking his cock for all it was worth. Still some of it dripped down the side of my mouth past my full lips. When his body relaxed back down onto the bed, I slowly withdrew my mouth from around him. My tongue ran across my lips, sweeping up the remnants of his jism. I looked at his beautiful cock and then up at his beautiful face. A smile leaped to my face. His eyes were closed, his arm draped over his head in exhaustion. I tied my robe again and curled up next to him and rest my head on his heaving chest. He draped his other arm lazily over my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "Can I return the compliment?" I asked. He merely grunted his approval. "Your O face isn't all that bad either. Some might even say its sexy." He let out a laugh that shook me slightly. "Did it make you wet?" His voice was even deeper with my ear pressed against his chest. Instead of a verbal response, I guided his hand to my dripping pussy. Sleep threatened to take me as he lazily danced his fingers in between my moist hot lips. The door rang and I got up to answer it. He grabbed his shirt ,tucked himself away ,and followed me down the stairs. After slapping my ass one too many times on the way down, I directed him to the couch with a stern point of the finger. As expected it was the food. I paid and took the large brown bag following polite conversation with the familiar busboy turned delivery man. Moments later we sat on the floor of my den with a few candles lit and bottle of sake between us. The sun was completely gone and it was dark outside. It was amazing how much time I had spent giving myself to this petulant boy who I wanted to slap a mere two weeks before. The more we talked the more I understood my actions. Mostly it was because he was sexy, tall dark and handsome in the best way possible. Yes, he was cocky and a smart ass who sometimes looked at me with only lust in his eyes, not that that bothered me at this point. But he was also smart and had a dangerous sense of humour. And that laugh. "Are you sure its not past your curfew?"I asked him with a laugh. "Nah, I get to stay out late on non school nights." He winked at me. "Why isn't a smart hot piece of ass like you married?" "I'm waiting for my prince charming." I said as I batted my eyes. "Well you've found him." He held out his arms. "Charming my ass. At best you are prince nice to look at, maybe prince good for a descent fuck." "That wasn't your tune a few hours ago when you cum all over my hard cock or when you juiced yourself just looking at me cum, you slut." He had that boyish grin on his face. "Dick." I laugh. "You practically shoot your load every time you look at my tits." "Those are some fine ass tits Professor." He use his chopsticks to pull at my robe. "I've made my intentions clear from the beginning. I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw those delicious glands bouncing away on the treadmill. I've been wanking to the thought of you for two weeks." "I'll go ahead and take that as a compliment. And stop calling me Professor." "I'll stop when it stops making my dick twitch." "How old are you? Really?" "Old enough so you won't get arrested for defiling a minor you naughty naughty girl." He let his head fall back with laughter. "Zane, really." "I am twenty one years old dear professor. You?" "Thirty three." "And how does that little piece of information change anything? You are hot, you think I am hot. Is a measly little twelve years going to change that?" he says as he pours us both some sake. "I suppose not. Just as long as that is all you need in life." I said as I took the shallow cup to my lips. The clock on the wall said it was nearing eleven. "And you need more?" "No." I said after thinking for a moment. There was a strange feeling that it was very nearly a lie. And when I looked up at him I though I saw a brief look of disappointment pass over his face. "So you want me for my body?" He made a point of leaning back against the couch opposite of mine, that faint look wiped away by a cocky smile. It did put his long torso and ripped arms on display. "Its a good body." I smiled at him. "And you want me for my brain and obsessive compulsive personality." "I want you for your everything." He said softly. I looked at him for a while and he looked at me. The candle light danced over his face, softening some of his more chiseled features. "Then a better question would be, what do you want from me?" I asked, breaking the thoughtful silence. "The answer would be the same, everything." His gaze did not falter. I wondered what I looked like in his eyes at that moment. I had put my hair up in a sloppy bun but stray strands fell around my face and neck. My makeup was all but gone, only my mascara and eyeliner had made it through, but only just. What was it about this thirty something year old woman in front of him made him want her heart soul and body, if that was indeed what he wanted. Then I looked at him again. To say I felt the same about him would have been a lie. I didn't want any of those things from anyone, I had told myself. Yet here I was, completely willing to ravage and be ravaged by him. He was right, I did want him for his body. "That I cannot promise." I smiled at him. A wicked grin came to his face and I was sure he had snapped out of his sentimental moment. "I'll be willing to let you talk me down to a quick fuck and two more blow jobs." He looked at me with lust in his eyes once more, and I was grateful for it. "Counter offer, one not so quick fuck and one blow job." I poured us both me sake and realized that I had been drinking way more than he had. "Counter, one not so quick fuck, three blow jobs, and a quickie where I'll let you be on top." His hand went to his crotch. "You are a shitty negotiator." I laugh "Am I? Because, I'm pretty sure I'll get my way. One you love my cock in your mouth and two, you're the kind of woman who likes to be in control. I bet you are getting wet right now just thinking about ridding my stiff dick." His eyes looked over me greedily. "Well why don't you come over here and find out?" I asked. When he got up, I saw that the bulge in his pants had grown. He was right the idea of spending the night hovering over him with his erect member inside of me was getting my juices flowing. Soon he stood in front of me. I had to look up to see the growing member that he had taken out for display. I closed my eyes. This night had definitely not gone the way I expected. The concerns I had had earlier about his age vanished. I was getting wet and my body ached for what he had to offer me. Later, I would use him as my own personal joy stick but for now, I eagerly took him into my mouth.