Page 50 of Bad Professor

I want to kiss other areas of Tilly.

“—Everywhere,” she gasps.

And then I bend my head, using lips and tongue and even teeth, until Tilly moans. The sound is like a starting pistol at the beginning of a race because I have her naked and spread out on the bed faster than I ever thought imaginable.

Tilly tastes sweet, like ripe fruit I can’t recognize.

I wouldn’t be able to recognize anything because all I can think of is her. And the soft moans she makes, but tries to stifle.

I lift my head from between those creamy white thighs. “I want to hear you.”

“But—”

“How will I know that you like what I’m doing?”

“I like it,” she whispers.

She likes it more when I add a finger, thrusting in tandem with my mouth. The moans become louder, a desperate quality, before Tilly lets out the whimper I’ve been dreaming and arches her back, hands fisting in my hair as she dissolves around me.

I’ve never been with a woman who comes so fast.

“I’m not done here,” I tell her as she tries to pull me up.

“I want—”

“I want,” I correct. “I haven’t done nearly enough worshipping. And this body, Tilly—” I give her curves a long, hungry glance. “Was made to be worshiped.”

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Tilly

I’ve never felt anything as good as Dexter’s mouth.

It’s not only when he’s between my legs, teasing and touching and making me forget my own name.

That is incredible all on its own.

But this—after I… after I fall apart, for the first time, according to Dexter—he starts at the end of the bed, exploring my feet with his fingers. He presses his thumbs into the ball of my foot, tickling my toes.

I jerk away, ticklish, and Dexter laughs. He catches my baby toe between his lips for a moment, and bites down gently. “I’ve never really been into feet.”

“I think that’s a good thing.”

“A buddy of mine was,” he tells me, cupping my heel and kneading the ball of my other foot. “He said he really got off on them, but I never understood. I mean, your feet are cute and all. I guess if you used these cute feet to rub my dick, then maybe I’d get off.” He kisses the tip of my big toe.

“Is that what you’d like?” I want to make him happy. I want to excite him.

I’m just not sure how to go about doing that.

“I’d like you to just lie there so I can look at you.” He kisses my ankle, his lips moving up as his fingers caress my calves. “I like the way you look at me.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me.”

I do.

I’m practically swooning by the time he reaches my knee.

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