You were up late studying at Ethan's, so he asked you to stay over rather than you trying to drive home in the early morning hours. When you woke up next to him as the sunlight peered through the gap in the curtain, you immediately sat up, frantically checking the time on your phone.
"Fuck, Ethan! It's almost one!" you yelled, freaking out because your class started in less than 15 minutes.
"Hey, calm down. There's no way we'll make it in time," he said, so nonchalantly that you were questioning what happened to the Ethan that wouldn't stop stressing about school last night.
"This is the last class before finals, don't you think we need to at least try to get there?" you asked, anxiety present in your voice.
"Babe, stop stressing. There's nothing we can do about it," he said, tiredness evident in his voice, "Just ask that guy that won't stop trying to flirt with you if we actually missed anything."
"I thought you didn't like it when I talked to him?" you giggled, starting to calm down. Ethan was right, there's no way you'd make it in time, so why freak out about something you can't fix?
"I don't, because I know he wants you. But, if it keeps us from having to retake the class, I'm okay with it," he said, rubbing lazy circles on your back as his eyes remained closed.
"Well, do you want to go get food or something, then? I want to feel like I'm doing something with my day," you said, looking over to see him smirking.
"I know something we can do," he said, reaching for your hips.
"Don't try to insinuate things you're too tired for," you said, smiling at him. His half-opened eyes met your alert ones.
"I'm never too tired for that," he said, trying to sit up. "Orrr, you could just sit on my face."
You felt your panties dampen at his words. The lusty tone in his half-sleepy voice wasn't helping, either.
"What if I suffocate you?" you joked, and he started to laugh.
"If I die with my head between your thighs, I die happy."
His hands started to run up your thighs, caressing them with the tips of his fingers.
"Come on, baby. Take your panties off," he said, trying to convince you.
You shimmied them down your thighs, leaving you in only one of Ethan's shirts.
"I'm still worried I'm going to hurt you," you said, knowing how hard your thighs like to clench together when you cum.
"You won't, babe. Come here," he said, and you finally decided to give in.
Your nerves were still there as you straddled him, but way lower than he wanted you to be. You gasped at the feeling of his hard cock under his sweatpants against you.
"Can you just bring your cute ass up here?" he asked, reaching out for you.
You slowly scooted up his body, and once you got closer to his mouth, his arms wrapped around your thighs. You squealed at the feeling. "Just relax, babe. I really want you to get into this, okay?" You nodded at him.
You were still hovering over his mouth, and he wasn't satisfied with that, so he used his strong arms to fully seat you on his face.
"Oh fuck, Ethan," you whined as he lazily ate you out. He kept repeating the same action of him dipping his tongue inside of your core, then gliding it up to circle your clit.
He wasn't trying to rush it, wanting to taste you as long as he could, but you started to get impatient.
"Baby, please go faster," you said through your labored breathing, as you moved away from his mouth for a minute so he could catch his breath.
"No, I told you I wanted you to get into this. You know what to do, babe," he said, pulling you back over his mouth with his arms.
He went just as slow, so you started to move your dripping pussy against his tongue.
"Oh shit," you whined, the stimulation making your legs jolt. You grabbed the headboard as you grinded against him.
He was getting more into it, moaning into your pussy as your thighs started to shake against his head. He licked you faster as you started to feel your orgasm creeping up.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered, as your hips started moving erratically against him.
You couldn't control what you were doing, your orgasm so intense that you were sure the headboard would crumble with how hard your hands were gripping it.
Your body started to relax as you moved off of Ethan, who was desperately trying to catch his breath.
"Baby, why didn't you stop me?" you scolded, running your hand over his chest.
"Remember that thing I said about dying between your thighs? I meant that," he laughed. "Plus, it's not my fault your pussy tastes better than candy."
