“I’m sooooo bored”, I turn and say to you. We’ve been at the library for hours studying for our final exams and the sleep deprivation is finally taking its toll. “I want to do something fun! There’s only so much land law I can take before officially losing it.” I pout my lips and lie back on my swizel chair, spinning it slightly to convey my boredom. You seem oblivious to my complaints and are actually getting work done; clearly, you’re having more success than I am. Normally, I would carry on studying but in the back of my mind I’m thinking “What’s the point?” It’s the final exam, I don’t want to be here, and I know we will both pass – we’ve been preparing for months and feeling pretty confident.
I decide to browse on Tumblr for a break – a risk in a public setting, I know – and of course, porn comes up. I’m able to browse without reacting to it, until I see a video of a woman running her tongue up an erect cock, her eyes looking into the camera as she does so. I can’t look away. She wraps her hand around the base and, as her tongue snakes around his bell-end, I have to squeeze my thighs together to satiate the warmth in between them. I have a sneaky look around to ensure nobody is watching and I pop my earphones in. The sound of her moaning is only making my panties wetter and I can feel my nipples harden underneath my bra. The video then skips to the woman being fucked doggystyle and I suddenly crave it; I haven’t had sex since I split up with my boyfriend and wanking has gotten monotonous.
I look over at you, still hard at work, and as the pressure between my legs intensifies I think about what it would be like to fuck you. We’ve flirted since my breakup and grinded on each other in the clubs, but that’s as far as our physical relationship has gotten. But as the sounds of sex fill my ears, it’s as if I can feel your lips on my neck, your hands pulling my hair back, your cock in my pussy. And I want it. I want you.
I go to the bathroom and reapply my lipstick, tousle my hair in a mild just-been-fucked kind of way and slightly pull my tank top down, revealing more of my cleavage. Not so subtle, I know, but a girl’s got to do what she can. Checking myself one more time, I come back upstairs and sit myself down next to you, closer than before, my arm resting on yours. As you take out your earphones and look to me, your eyes meet my chest before my eyes.
“You like what you see or something?” I tease you playfully, knowing full well you like it. “Uh, yeah”, you stutter, “you look good”. I watch as you swallow and your eyes dart between my cleavage and my eyes, and I feel hornier by the second. Time to up the ante. I run my gaze down your body, landing on your crotch for just a second and licking my bottom lip before looking back at you. I lean forward slightly, giving you full view, and put my hand on your thigh gently.
“Listen, I’ve been thinking. We’ve been studying for ages now, and I think we deserve a break. Do you want to go and do something more…”, I pause, rub my hand slightly higher up your leg and look into your eyes, “…entertaining?”
You look down at my hand and, your eyes dark with lust, you nod your head. “Fuck yes”.
I pack up my supplies in record time and leave the library, and I can feel your eyes staring at my ass as I walk in front of you. It gives me butterflies – not in a romantic way, more like anticipation for what is to come, and hopefully it’s me. You catch up to me and gently grab hold of my hand, pulling me back slightly so we’re face to face. “Rosanna, just to be clear: you didn’t mean going for a coffee or going to a bar, did you? Because I don’t mind that, but I was hoping you meant…” Your words trail off, your voice gets huskier with every word and it reignites the fire between my legs. I give you a small smile and say, “Yeah, that’s what I meant”, before taking a few steps towards your place. I look back and see you’re rooted to the spot – is it fear? Anxiety? Or sheer excitement that you get to have your way with me? I don’t know, but I beckon you to me and your eyes get dark again. Fuck, you look so hot when you’re horny.
We walk to your place and all I can think of is your cock inside me, your tongue wrapped around my nipples, my hands grabbing your ass as you fuck me. You open the door, your hands fumbling with the keys and you’re clearly nervous. It’s quite sweet, actually. I put my bags down in the hallway and turn to face you. Suddenly my back is against the wall and your lips are on mine, frantic and desperate, as if I were air and you couldn’t breathe without me. Your hands grab my waist and pull me closer to you, pushing my tits to your chest as your tongue enters my mouth. A small moan leaves your lips and I shudder – the sound sends pleasure right to my aching pussy. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you”, you speak through your kisses, “I’ve wanted you for so long”. I push your shoulders back to face you and, breathlessly, I whisper, “Then fuck me”.
Your lips find mine once more as you grab my ass, lifting me up to wrap my legs around your waist. I can feel your hardness against me, and I would give anything for you to fuck my pussy right here, right now. But good things come to those who use foreplay. You carry me to the bedroom, your lips and hands never moving, your tongue intertwining with mine. My hands reach to your shirt and bring it over your head, smiling at the sight of your tousled hair. “Am I…I mean, you’re not…I’m not…”, you say, suddenly self-conscious. My smile grows wider as I kiss from your stomach up to your neck and whisper against your lips, “You’re perfect”.
Suddenly your whole demeanor changes; where there was once a self-conscious person now stands a sexy, powerful, dominant, man. “Fuck, I need to make you come”. You stand over me as you push me back onto the bed, your towering presence only making me hotter. I feel your lips on my neck as your hands reach behind me to unhook my bra, and I visibly shudder as your tongue makes contact with my skin. I yank my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans. You push my shoulders back onto the bed and run your hands up my stomach, your mouth returning to my neck. I can’t believe how you’re making me feel, how I’ve gone without this for so long, how I haven’t ever done this with you before.
I feel your hands move up my body and reach my bra, rubbing my tits together and playing with them as my nipples poke through the thin material. It feels so fucking good. Your mouth moves from my neck down to my collarbone, across my chest and to my tits as your hands take it off. I try to watch what you’re doing but you push me back to the bed, a hard look in your eyes I’ve never seen before. “If you don’t lie down and try to get up again”, your voice is rough and so, so sexy, “then I will have to punish you. Do you understand?” I’m speechless; I never expected this to happen, but it just adds to my arousal. “I said, do you understand, Rosanna?” I swallow hard and nod. “Yes”. A slow smile spreads across your face as you watch me lie back down. “Good girl”.
My poor nipples are getting sore as they’re so erect, but the pain is so worth it. I think you recognise this as you once again move your mouth down my body, licking and sucking as you go, until you get to the swollen teats. I am almost begging you to put them in your mouth and you purse your lips as if to do so, but instead of sucking, you blow over them. Holy fuck, that makes it unbearably, deliciously more painful. I moan and with each blow, my hips rise up off the bed towards you.
After what feels like forever, you finally wrap your mouth around my nipple and circle your tongue around it. The relief is almost enough to make me come, but I want to come with you inside me. I squirm under your body and press my legs together, my fingers gripping your hair. “Fucking hell”, I moan. I feel your slight chuckle against my skin and it sends shivers down my stomach to my pussy. As if you could read my mind, your hand moves down my body and rests on me, and in that moment, I wish I’d ripped off my clothes as we walked in the door.
You finally sit up and I feel empty without you on me, but I daren’t sit up to kiss you – I don’t know what a “punishment” entails exactly. Then you move my body so my ass is on the edge of the bed, my legs on the floor and my back against the mattress.
“Do you want to try something, Rosanna? It won’t hurt, I promise. It will make everything better”. I consider this, thinking it is a “punishment” in disguise. But I trust you, and everything you have done so far has felt amazing. So I say yes and, almost as soon as the word leaves my lips, I’m given a blindfold and told to put it on. The last thing I see before complete darkness is you looking at my tits and your hard cock straining against your jeans.
I’ve never been blindfolded before, but it’s not that different to being in a club or having sex with the light off, right? I don’t have time to question this further because I hear a belt being taken off and the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Even hearing this makes me tremble with anticipation. I can feel you approach me, can feel your presence near me, and the thought of being under your control and not knowing what you’re going to do to me makes me wetter. “You look so fucking sexy, baby, I could come just watching you”. I can feel a blush creep across my face as you unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs. Your slight moan as you see my underwear – thankfully, a black thong instead of some “comfortable” underwear – only makes it worse.
“You like what you see or something?” I quip, remembering I said this before. I get no response. Instead I feel your hand run up my thong, your fingers brushing against my clit ever so slightly. My back arches, the pleasure is so great I can barely contain myself and you’ve hardly done anything! I would give anything to see what you are doing, but you were right – everything feels so much better. Your hand continues to tease me until I can tell you are knelt down in front of me. I can feel your mouth travelling from my inner thigh towards my throbbing sex, and it takes all of me to not grab your head and put it there. You’re so tantalizingly close and I’m prepared for your tongue when you bypass it, choosing to move away as you kiss up my left thigh. “Fuuuuck”, I groan in frustration, not sure how much teasing I can handle. Again, I don’t hear a response, but a chuckle against my skin. You’re loving this.
As before, you begin to move your mouth down my thigh towards my pussy and I can barely contain myself. Just as you arrive to the top, just when I think you’re going to take me into your mouth, I can feel you stand up and back away.
“No! Why’d you stop? I’m dying here!” I cry out, the frustration growing by the second. I need to come, like, 10 minutes ago. But again, I hear no response. I *do* hear your breathing, heavy and shuddering, and the sound of your jeans hitting the floor. Your eyes are boring into my skin and I can’t help but feel self-conscious on display like this. But I don’t want you to stop looking.
I bite my lip to stop from screaming and have to clench my fists so I don’t yank my blindfold off, push you on the bed and straddle your face. But, finally, I can feel you kneel in front of me again. I wonder whether you are completely naked or if you still have your underwear on. I wonder whether you went commando and didn’t need to remove them. I wonder if you can see my double chin from that angle. And then I feel your tongue on my pussy. I’ve been so in my head I didn’t feel you take my thong off.
“Holy fuck, yes”. I could have cried; the relief was so amazing. I move my hands to your hair – I love gripping it as I’m getting eaten out – but your hand grabs my wrist before I can. I hear your voice, low and hard as a rock. “You are not to move your hands from your sides or you will be punished. Is that clear?”
“Honestly, not being able to come *has* been a punishment in itself!” I say, frustrated. When I hear no response, I can tell you mean it. “God, fine, I won’t move them!” Sighing loudly, I put my arms by my sides and grip the duvet covers. It doesn’t feel as good as holding someone’s head, but it will have to do.
“That’s a good girl”, you say. I close my eyes and try to relax a little now you’re pleased again. Your tongue slowly moves up my pussy, flat and wide, teasing me yet a-fucking-gain. I’m so wet and I can hear myself as you explore me, but I’m too turned on to care. I moan and squirm as your tongue gets closer to my swollen clit, the pleasure spreading like lightning around my body. You moan against me and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Knowing you’re as turned on as I am, knowing I’m the one making you hard, that it was me who got us here, makes me fucking proud.
You move your tongue down and I can feel it entering me, and I don’t have the heart to tell you it doesn’t feel as good when I hear you moan “Fuck, you taste so fucking good”. Don’t get me wrong, it felt good, but I wanted your cock inside me, not your tongue. I feel your mouth move back up to my clit as your finger probe against my pussy, and I’m so wet you are able to slide it straight in. “Oh my god”, I moan and grip the duvet tighter, arching my back ever so slightly to feel you even closer. I worried you would tell me off or punish me for it, but you don’t seem to mind so I slowly grind myself on your tongue as your fingers curl inside me and my thighs shake.
You enter another finger in me and curl them, strumming my G-Spot harder, deeper, faster. I become breathless and don’t think I can take much more when your tongue gets faster on my clit and your other hand reaches up to my breast and rolls my engorged nipple in your fingers. “Oh fuck, oh my god”. I tense up and I arch my back once more, the pleasure spreading through my body like a wildfire, and I’m almost certain I am going to come. I close my eyes and wrap my legs around the back of your head, your tongue and fingers continuing their attacks on me, the smell of sex filling the room.
“Can I come? Baby please can I come?” I don’t know why I’m asking for permission, but for some reason I want to please you. Despite your mouth on me and my thighs wrapped around your face, I can hear you command “Come for me, baby. Come hard”, as you have your way with me. And simply hearing you allowing me to come, it breaks me. It is as if I have been floating on a cloud and suddenly I am brought back to earth as my climax ravages my body. “Oh fuck!” I scream, not caring how loud I am, not caring that the windows may be open, not caring that your flatmates have definitely heard me. It only makes me hotter. My body shakes and I grip the duvet tighter as I come down, my eyes watering. I can hear how wet I’ve become as you slow down, and I’m not in the slightest embarrassed. I just want to come again.
I can feel my chest rise and fall as I try to catch my breath, still in disbelief at how good that felt. “How have we never done that before?” I ask you. “And when can we do it again?”
I hear your low chuckle as you climb up my body, kissing as you come up. Your mouth comes up my neck and, as you nibble on my earlobe, you say “Who says we’ve finished?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aehyry/better_than_studying_part_1
Wow! I’m hooked!