Page 4 of Practicing With My Tutor

His hands drift down to my neck, resting there lightly as he explores my mouth. A fuzzy feeling explodes in my stomach. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe he wants me. I thought this would be harder, that even if he was interested, it would take weeks to get here. Instead, he’s eagerly kissing me and giving me everything I want without even having to ask.

“How about you lie down for me?” he asks, leaving me disappointed when he pulls away. Still, I do as he asks. “That’s it. You look gorgeous like that.”

I wait for him to start kissing me again, and he does – but not where I’m expecting. He kisses my inner thigh right next to my knee. It’s all I can do but keep from yelping in surprise. The contact feels unexpectedly good.

Spurred on by my positive reaction, he starts kissing his way up my leg. Gooseflesh raises in the wake of his mouth, and I feel my panties start to get damp. By the time he pushes up my dress, I’m sure there’s a wet spot on my underwear.

“Can I take these off?” Blaine asks, sliding his fingers over the waistband.

“Yes,” I say as I lift my hips to give him access.

As the fabric slides down my legs, I’m overcome by the urge to cover myself up. The look on his face stops me, though. He’s staring me down, looking at my most private parts like he’s a man starving and I’m his next meal. I’m terrified and exhilarated all at once.

“So pretty,” he says, sliding his finger along the crease where my thigh meets my pelvic bone. My pussy quivers in anticipation, and he murmurs, “You probably taste so sweet.”

I make a noise that sounds a lot like “guh” in response. My brain feels like it’s melting. I have no idea what he’s planning, but I’m more than ready to find out.

Blaine doesn’t keep me waiting for long. It’s like he’s possessed, the way he dives between my legs. His mouth is hot and wet and overwhelming. His tongue prods inside of me before he brings it up to circle my clit.

When he touches the little bundle of nerves, my back arches up off of the couch. I’m consumed by a blinding flash of pleasure. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt this good. The attention makes me wonder if I’m even awake or if I’m just having the greatest dream ever.

This is actually happening, though. There’s no way I could have come up with this on my own. My imagination isn’t quite so colorful, and even though I’ve had orgasms before, nothing has felt as intense as this.

As he works me over, I become vaguely aware of the fact that I’m bucking down onto his face. The room feels loud, and I realize that the noise is me. It’s like I’m so far gone on the way Blaine’s mouth feels that I can’t comprehend anything that’s happening around me.

The familiar burn that signals my approaching orgasm starts to set in. I’m not ready for this to be over, but it doesn’t seem like Blaine is going to give me much of a choice in the matter. He’s eating me out like our lives depend on it, and truthfully, that feels like the case. This is the only thing that matters, that has ever mattered.

“Blaine,” I manage to gasp, reaching down to grab his mostly-dry hair. “Blaine, I’m–”

He hums against me, not needing me to finish what I’m about to say. The efforts of his mouth focus on my clit, and he brings his hand up to press one finger into my opening. The additional stimulation and intense attention on the bundle of nerves is enough.

All of a sudden, I’m rocketing over the edge. My thighs clamp over his ears, and my hand tightens in his hair. My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. It’s like I can’t do anything but ride out this wave, and Blaine seems intent on working me through it.

Eventually, it’s too much and I whimper, “Stop,” weakly as I gently tug his head backward and relax my legs.

He goes easily, smirking up at me with bright pink lips and his chin glistening with my juices. Before I’m even able to catch my breath, he’s moving up the length of my body. His mouth finds mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue. The kiss is hot and sweet but doesn’t last nearly long enough.

“You like that?” he asks as he pulls away, looking down at me with lust-clouded eyes.

“Yes,” I say. “I liked that a lot.”

“Good,” he replies as he slides my panties back up my legs. “How about you finish your water, and we can go over the next assignment. I don’t want to keep you too long.”

“Yeah,” I say as I sit up to grab my glass from the coffee table. I want to say more, but I don’t know how to navigate situations like this.

“Maybe you can stop by tomorrow,” he suggests, sensing my apprehension. “There’s more than just the assignment that we need to go over.”

“It’ll have to be after I get off work.”

“That’s fine,” he says, giving me a tight smile. “You have my number.”

I’m still riding the high of my climax, but the fact that we’re going right back to business leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I try to wash it down with the water, draining the glass like it’s the only thing I’ve had to drink all week. Then I set it down, and we both go back to pretending I need help with history.

Chapter 3

Blaine

I know that I took things too far yesterday, but I just couldn’t help myself. The realization that she wants me and the fact that she’d never been with anyone before was too much for me to pass up. I saw an opportunity to etch myself into her history, and there was no way I could let that pass me by.

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