Her Lesson

Chapter 8 | Right There

VANESSA

LILY WAKES ME UP by softly running her fingers through my hair. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body to mine as I keep my head tucked in her neck. She giggles, encasing my legs around hers as she rests the side of her knee against my side.

"Morning, baby," I whisper with my eyes still closed.

"Morning," she whispers back, pulling softly on my hair. "Do you want to stay here for a little while, hang out?"

"I'd like that." Under the covers, I press kisses to her naked body until my lips touch the top of her addicting pussy. "But first, I need to taste you. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, more than okay," she rasps, parting her legs. I moan softly as I spread her slick folds, her pink skin glistening with her wetness. Slowly, I lean forwards and swipe my tongue across her clit. Her hands fly to my head, pulling my hair as she moans softly. "Right there, sweetie."

My tongue flicks her clit a few times before I wrap my lips around it and suck on the swollen bud, emitting moans from Lily as she tightens her hold on my hair. It burns but I don't mind. I'd go through the worst pain on earth as long as my girl was satisfied and happy.

I trail my fingers along her wet slit, pushing a finger in her tight hole before pulling it out while my mouth works on her needy little clit. Her whines make me smile. Being able to control when she comes and making her beg for an orgasm is so satisfying. Holding that kind of power over her makes me want to push her limits and see how needy she'll get.

"Do you want to coat my fingers in your cum, baby?" My breath hits her clit as I rub my fingers against her hole, loving the way it clenches when I dip the tip of my finger in it.

"Yes," she whimpers.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Lily." My voice is soft but stern. I want to hear her tell me all the dirty things she wants me to do to her, body and mind.

"I-I want you to fuck me with your fingers right now. And later, I want you to fuck me with a strap-on. I want you to fuck me so hard I cry and smudge my mascara. Slap my ass, use me. Just please fucking touch me," she begs, moving her hips so she grinds her pussy against my fingers. My throat rumbles with a low growl.

"My little teacher is so dirty, isn't she?" I push two fingers in her tight pussy and her velvet walls clench around them, adjusting to their size like I hadn't fucked her with them last night. "Isn't she?" I curl my fingers.

"Yes, yes, I'm so dirty," she cries, arching off the bed slightly and parting her thighs further. I smirk in satisfaction before lowering my mouth to her clit again, licking and sucking on her soft skin. My fingers move in and out of her at a nice pace and I curl them inside of her every time my tongue swipes at her clit.

I increase the speed of my fingers and tongue, driving her over the edge. Her body tenses and then her fingers gather my hair in her hands, pushing my face further into her pussy. She moans so loudly I feel the vibration against my mouth. "Good girl."

My fingers and tongue slow to a stop and I reluctantly pull away from her as much as I want to make her come again. Moving from the bed, I let her rest and go to her bathroom that's connected to her bedroom and get a rag, soaking it in warm water before ringing it out.

When I walk into the bedroom, Lily is still lying naked, her eyes closed as her chest moves up and down rapidly. She looks like a fucking goddess with her hair sprawled around her, her body positioned perfectly in the golden glow of the morning sunlight that seeps through the cracks in her blinds.

"Damn, you're beautiful." Her head turns lazily towards my voice, a smile plastered on her pink lips. I walk towards her and hover over her, parting her legs so I can clean her up. I wipe my saliva and her cum away from her thighs and pussy. When I accidentally graze her clit, she whimpers softly and it takes everything in me to not flick my tongue against the sensitive flesh. "Get dressed, baby. I'll cook us some breakfast." I tap her thigh before placing a soft kiss on her pouty lips.

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Lily's oversized t-shirt flows around my knees as I cook breakfast for us. The pan in front of me sizzles with pancakes and I turn down the heat a little bit so I don't burn everything. I hum softly as I flip a pancake, my hair pinned atop my head so it doesn't get in my way.

When Lily's arms wrap around my waist, I melt like the butter in the pan in front of me. She holds me against her, kissing my neck softly before laying her chin on my shoulder. I place my free hand on hers and sigh quietly.

"Those smell and look amazing, sweetie," she says softly, watching as I place two pancakes on a plate. I smile softly to myself. Her compliments make me feel special, worth something more than a few dimes.

"Thank you, I make them for my mom all the time since she can't." I tense when I realize I've just shared the biggest part of my life, but I'm more surprised than mad. Lily makes me feel safe around her. I could tell her that I accidentally killed my pet hamster when I was five and she wouldn't judge me.

"Why can't she?" She asks. I flip another pancake, relaxing in her arms as I release a sigh.

"She's got distant ovarian cancer," I tell her softly. She gasps softly, her hand lightly stroking my hip.

"What does that mean for her?"

"It means she has a twenty-nine percent chance of surviving it. But it's metabolized so it's not looking well for her. Though, the doctors are saying that it hasn't increased or decreased so they want to do surgery and from there, I don't know but I still have hope."

I turn the fire off on the stove and stack the pancakes on a plate. Lily is quiet but she holds me, rubbing my hip soothingly. "I'm so sorry. I hope she beats it, sweetie."

I turn in her arms so I'm looking at her. We stare into each other's eyes, her sad, mine sad. "I hope she does too."

"You're a good person, Vanessa. You don't deserve to go through this."

I don't deserve to go through any of it.

A sad smile spreads across my lips before I clear my throat. "Let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agrees when she realizes I'd like to change the subject. She's fucking perfect and all fucking mine. I walk the plate of pancakes over to Lily's round wooden table. She grabs plates and forks from her cupboards and sets them on the table before grabbing butter and syrup.

We both sit once she places cups and a pitcher of water on the table for us. She goes to sit across from me but I'm not having it. " I want you on my lap, baby."

Her eyebrows pinch. "Wha-what?"

"You heard me, beautiful. I want you on my lap," I repeat. She stands and stares at me for a few seconds before lowering her sexy ass onto my lap. Her body is tense so I place my hand on her thigh.

"Am I squishing you?" Her worried voice cuts through the air and I hold back a scoff. She's easily one-hundred-eighty-five pounds or more which is fucking perfect to me. I like her weight on top of me. Something about it is so comforting and attractive.

"No baby, you're perfect," I tell her, rubbing her thigh with my thumb. She doesn't move and I know she's not convinced. "Baby, even if you were, I enjoy the squish."

Her body relaxes a fraction and only a few minutes of sitting in silence pass before we both dig into our food. My girl sits on my lap, and we eat and talk and I'm happy as can fucking be. Having her finally is like a dream come true and definitely, a dirty fantasy come true.