Page 76 of Campus Crush
If I thought my cheeks were hot before, they were nothing compared to how they felt at those words leaving his lips.
Nerves threatened to overwhelm me, but I trusted Foster and wanted to experience this—everything—with him. Before I could change my mind, I unhooked my bra and pushed my panties down my legs. A low rumble came from his throat as he watched my every move.
The way he couldn’t take his eyes off me made me feel more powerful than I’d ever felt before. With a newfound confidence, I crawled over his body until I was straddling his face and my nerves flared back to life.
What if there was something wrong with me down there?
Sam had talked me into getting regular waxes with her, so I knew things were tidy, but what if my vagina didn’t look normal? Was there such a thing? What if it smelled or didn’t taste good? I didn’t buy for a second that it tasted like honey and roses or whatever BS people spouted.
What if he didn’t actually like it?
“Baby, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you’re worried about how you appear right now, I can assure you, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole life.”
“Have you done this before?”
The words were out before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted the question. Of course he’d done this before. I knew Foster wasn’t a virgin. Not even close, although I didn’t know his exact number.
He squeezed my thigh where it rested next to his cheek and I sat back. God, this was so awkward. I couldn’t have a serious conversation with him when my pussy was right in front of his face like this. “Never mind. Forget I asked that.”
His smile was the same one that always disarmed me. “I’ve never done this position before, but I’ve seen it in porn and thought about it a lot—specifically trying it with you. There’s a lot of things I’d like to try with you.”
“Really?”
He placed a sweet kiss on my thigh, easing some of my sudden insecurities. “Really. Now, can I enjoy my treat? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about this pussy since I felt you come on my fingers, and I’m getting desperate for a taste.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice suddenly dry as I stared down at him.
And then he licked up the seam of my pussy and all my thoughts fled from my mind like water down a drain.
I grabbed the headboard as a flash of pleasure hit me. “Oh, God.”
He groaned and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me tight so I wasliterallysitting on his face—no hovering, no trying to maintain some semblance of control. I tried to pull back, but he shook his head no and sucked on my clit.
“What if I suffocate you?” I cried out as another bolt of pleasure went off inside me.
He pulled back just enough for his hot breath to cause a different kind of pleasure to tighten inside me. “Then I’ll die the luckiest man alive.”
Then he was back to licking and sucking me like I was the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted.
My thighs shook around his cheeks while I held on to the headboard for dear life. I was already so close. I never knew oral could feel like this. No wonder so many people loved it.
“F-Foster,” I whimpered as my core tightened, my pleasure ramping up to a tipping point. “I’m so close.”
He groaned against my sex and then his tongue swirled around my clit before he sucked on it hard.
I detonated, my body tensing as my climax barreled through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
He slowed his ministrations as my body shook with aftershocks and then, with one final lick, pulled away. His eyes were glazed with lust, and satisfaction filled his face.
“You taste even better than I imagined. I think I might be addicted.”
I think I was a little addicted myself.
I slid back on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, surprised by the taste of myself on his tongue—not surprisedthat it was there, but surprised that I enjoyed tasting myself in his kiss.
“Your turn?”
His cheeks flushed bright red. “Uh…I, uh…” His sheepish look was so out of character, I was worried for a second, until he finally finished what he was going to say. “I kinda came already.”
