Page 104 of Romance Languages

Seamus pushed us backward until we were in my bedroom, falling onto my bed. He moved south until my cock was in his mouth.

“Suck me. Yes. Take it all.”

Seamus took me down to the base. I was lit up head to toe, practically levitating off the bed. The orgasm was dangerously close, surging through my body. Before I could push him off, he flipped my legs in the air.

“Don’t stop. Oh my God. Eat that hole.” My voice was a loud moan as if I were possessed. His tongue did wonders to my ass. I groaned with lust as heat braced my core. I heard the nightstand drawer open.

The cold feel of lube-covered fingers entered me, opening me up, sliding in and out and making me long for the real thing.

“God, yes, Seamus. So fucking hot. I want you to fuck me so bad. I can’t wait to feel your thick cock stretching my hole.”

He stared into my soul as his fingers went to town, making me writhe under his touch.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Almost,” he teased. “I need to be sure you’re intimately familiar with the course material.”

Seamus moved to the other end of the bed where my head was. He knelt over me, his pert, jock-toned ass in my face. Seamus had been a catcher on his college baseball team, and it showed. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread him open.

“Shit. That’s the fucking stuff.” Seamus heaved out a breath as he shook over me.

I circled my tongue around his pink hole, then added a finger. In and out it went, achingly slow, then dizzingly fast.

“Jules. This is fucking amazing. Work that hole.”

He rocked his hips back, fucking into my fingers, letting out a guttural groan that emanated from deep inside him.

I slid out from under him, kissing along his muscled back.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered in his ear. “Fuck me so good until I come all over myself.”

“Yes, sir,” he said in a husky, breathless voice.

Seamus took out a condom from the drawer.

“Wait,” I said, thinking back to my horrific first day as a health teacher. “Can I put that on you?”

“Yeah,” he said, excited.

Talk about your final exams.

“Let me know if it hurts or I’m doing it wrong.” I ripped open the packet and placed the condom on his dick. I rolled it down slowly, gripping his thick shaft.

“You’re doing great,” he said.

I gave myself a silent cheer when I made it all the way down. I marveled at the sheathed cock with a surge of pride. Maybe it was merely nerves that made me stumble in class. Or that damn demonstration dick out to get me.

“A-plus,” he said. “Now get on your back.”

I looked up at the ceiling and threw my legs in the air. This was it. No turning back.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Me, too.” He squeezed my thighs in solidarity. “At least we can be nervous together.”

There was something sweet about that. Although, it would be one of the only sweet things about tonight, because the ideas kicking around in my head were not family appropriate.

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