Page 2 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“Oh. Okay. Should I be scared?”
“The only thing you need to be scared of is if your neighbors will hear your screams.”
“Then maybe you should take me back to your place instead of mine,” I suggested as we came to the end of the sandy beach path.
We stepped up onto the sidewalk and hesitated. We could go left or right. My villa was to the left, and to the right were a stretch of condos that belonged to the resort we were staying at.
He turned to the right toward the condos, and I pulled my phone from my pocket. I checked my location to make sure thatit was on, because all three ladies had my location, and I had theirs.
Within minutes, we were in his condo, and his mouth was secured to mine. Our hands moved strategically, yet pleasurably, over one another’s bodies, inciting fires and soothing aches.
He swallowed my moans, and I welcomed his grunts. My nipples ached and begged to be sucked, and my core thrummed like a thousand drums in the African plains. I pumped my hips, begging him to release what had been held hostage for so long. When his lips moved from mine to my shoulder, I released a wail that could be heard from the Serengeti to the Sahel. The way our bodies rhythmically moved as we undressed each other was like we had taken a trip back to the Motherland.
It had been four years since a man touched my body. While I was no fool, thinking that whatever happened tonight would lead to a relationship, I did desire to take the edge off. Choosing to be abstinent for the last four years had mentally healed me from the damage my soul had suffered at the hands of men in my earlier years. Unfortunately, my psyche had taken a hell of a beating on my job for the last two years.
Tonight was all about submitting to the pleasure between a man and a woman. His hands roamed over my bare breasts, and he finally put me out of my misery by latching his mouth to my tender nipple.
“Ohh.” I moaned my satisfaction as I held his head closely to my breast. Long, tender fingers found their way between my thighs and stroked my pearl. I lifted my leg, and he hooked it over his arm. I was rewarded for my compliant attitude with two thick fingers inside of my swollen sex.
“Oh, damn,” I cried out.
“So sweet. Wonder if the rest of you tastes this good, baby girl,” he murmured, pulling away from my nipple to taste the other one.
“You won’t ever know until you take the plunge,” I replied breathlessly as I arched my back away from the cool wall.
“Gahdamn, woman. You shouldn’t tempt me like that. I’m a grown ass man, but you’re making me weak as hell.”
He lifted me into his large, powerful arms and carried me from the living area into the bedroom. I sank deep into the cool, plush covers on his bed, loving how the coolness of the room and the covers served to douse the fire in my body just a little.
It only lasted for a moment. I erupted with fire again when Sig spread my legs graciously before him.
“Your body’s so beautiful, baby girl,” he declared as he nipped at my inner thigh.
My hands grasped his head and pulled him closer. He turned his head sideways and muttered, “All in time, beautiful. All in time.”
Sig slowly kissed his way down my thigh, took my toes in his mouth, and then moved to the other foot and did the same. His freak-o-meter was a little higher than I was accustomed to, but it only made my arousal increase.
I was about to lose my mind as I quietly turned over the possibilities of whether he would consume my nectar or if he was simply teasing me.
It only took a few more seconds before my question was answered. When his fingers slid across my swollen sex and he sucked my nectar from his fingers, I could tell that he was pleased. His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas Day, and his lips turned up into a ferocious smirk, but then that tongue made an appearance.
The way that man worked his neck, tongue, and lips should have earned him a felonious assault. I had heard of men beating up the pussy, but not with their mouths. That was new to me.
“Aww damn!” I shouted as I ripped the covers from the corners of his bed. I knew that it wasn’t because it had been four years since I had sex. He was just that damn good.
His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading them further apart when I tried to clamp them around his head. I knew that they would be bruised in the morning, thanks to my light-colored skin.
I swore the more he sucked, the wetter I became. It was like he was suctioning juices from parts unknown. I had never leaked the way that I did underneath his verbal assault. And when I came apart on that bed like a brazen hussy, I knew the fun was just beginning.
He climbed on the bed with his big dick swinging. “Tell me what you want from me, Pisces.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me like you’re about to catch a case.”
He chuckled. “A case, love?”
“Yeah. Because I know with all that,” I stated and waved at his penis, “you should be charged for assault with a deadly weapon.”
“Promise you that it won’t kill you. But if it does, I’ll bring you back to life with this tongue of mine. How ’bout that?” he asked with a wink.
